Coochies, not Cookies
My sister called me last night confused about a show she had seen earlier in the day. I am her go-to person for “out of her comfort zone” sex questions. (I am also the go-to person for her hospital unit on trying to find out which stars are gay or not.) Apparently a female to male trans-gendered individual was pregnant and appeared on Oprah. I don’t watch Oprah.
“If he was a she and in a lesbian relationship, and now she is a man but is still in love with the lesbian does that mean his partner the lesbian is now straight?”
Not knowing the details, I asked her the same thing I ask everybody who asks a similar question. “You love your husband. Period. And if he came home and told you he felt female and wanted a sex change, you would still love him and not leave him. Because you love HIM, the person. Right?”
“No Way.” Shock on my part. “I love the man I fell in love with and that includes his ample penis.”
Alrighty then. I have never got that answer. I was in such shock that I didn’t quite understand when she told me she didn’t like cookies. Until later when I realized that she said she didn’t like coochies.
I, on the other hand, like both.
Filed under: Humor, Lesbian, Family, Television
I heard about that pregnant man. Very interesting story. Personally, I think it would be normal to no longer want to be with your mate if he or she decided on a sex change. I think staying is the less likely scenario, and probably only possible if you’re a little bit bi anyway. Course, I think most people are at least a little bit bi.
just don’t get cookie crumbs in your coochie. worse than sand. so i hear.
there, i said it.