I desire a man to gently take me by the hand and lead me on my journey of self discovery. A man to help me shed my clothes, but also my inhibitions, my hangups, my misinformation. A man to insert not just his penis in me, but also his wit, his wisdom, his passion, his love for life. When it all gets to me and I start to act silly as I start to cry, I want this man to hold me securely, let me bawl my eyes out, wipe my tears of emotional overload, assure me this reaction is healthy, confirm I am doing the right thing, express pride in my coming along so far. I want to give him access to something no woman has ever had access to, and something at one time I would never even dare to think of giving to a man. I want him to help me cast off my coerced behavior, my misconceptions, my hesitation to get to a thorough understanding of me. I want him to take me to the depths of homosexuality and me to absorb it. I want no obstacles to hinder our free flowing mutual bliss. And wherever I go in life and whoever I become, I always want to remember fondly and gratefully my time of deep intimacy with my special Friend whom I let close enough to me to unlock me, and take part in getting rid of the unnecessary and gaining a precious gift that will help me be a better person to myself and others throughout my life.