The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
While at Wells I met Bethany. We were an item for a short time. I was very feminine and Bethany was very masculine. A problem arose when our individual egos clashed. I was sure of myself but Bethany was not convinced of her professed masculinity.
It became apparent that I was in charge of the relationship. Bethany’s plaid shirts and brown denim overalls did not cover up her lack of self-confidence. We both liked being noticed and identified as accidental lovers. However, chic as that seemed, it was not our natural selves.