When is a Lesbian Not a Lesbian...

Just like any other conditioned subject, the thought of having to write another post fills me with dread before I've even hit the "Publish Post" button.

It's been a busy time for me. And for different reasons, it's been busy for my big sister too. So, lucky for me there hasn't been a request from her to take pictures lately. And no pictures means no posts here. So you're thinking how lucky and fortunate I've been this past little while. I can see why you'd think that. I would think the same thing. But, sadly you are mistaken.

Maybe she took exception to the fact that I defined our sisterly relationship in the last post. Or maybe she just feels a need to make me wrong wherever possible. So, she's taken it to a little beyond sisters. She's had me pleasuring her. Awesome, right? I mean, an awesome, amazing goddess wants me to pleasure her...

... only it's never that straightforward with Big Sis. She's wearing a strap on while I pleasure her. So it's guy and girl action. Only the guy has to pretend to be a girl. And the girl is wearing a strap-on. I would still say this falls under the category of lesbian action, though. Maybe not the best label for my ego, but certainly not the worst.

But, it is getting worse. She calls it training. And I'm not allowed to refer to it as a strap-on. Despite her attempts to try and twist and manipulate the situation, this is what I'm picturing in my head...(at least most of the time):

I don't know how many genetic girls read this blog, but I could use their help for a little peace of mind. These kinds of situations could come up innocently, yes? Maybe at a slumber party or whatever. Some curious experimentation between friends or what not? Please tell me this is typical female behavior, and I'm just not use to it.

Maybe she's right...

So I had to try and... preoccupy my mind these last couple of weeks. My "big sister" swooped in said a few things, made some perfectly reasonable demands on me and then has swooped away again. This isn't fair!!! She has no idea how much I am suffering! If she only knew, maybe she'd finally show some sympathy. The worst part is, the way she was able to just levy this new... complication on me makes me fear what she could do with a little more time and a real reason to punish me.

Anyways, back to the title of this post. So, I've been trying to make sure my hands don't stay idle, so I've been mucking around the Internet. I didn't realize how many other blogs of a similar nature are out there. Don't worry, I wasn't really reading them or relating to anyone else out there... I mean, the odds are impossible that there is another woman as wonderful as my "big sister" who likes to help other girls in denial...

Jeez, I'm being such a bimbo. So, on one of them this person found a website that will analyze a website and try to determine the gender of the author. I figured this would be perfect. Here was yet another tool I could use to prove my manliness. Heck, I figured I could even use this blog. Just as I know what I truly am, under whatever superficial... ordeals my "big sister" put me through, this analyzer would surely have some algorithm that would see past the content of this site and reveal the true nature of the author...

What a bunch of cock... I mean crock...I mean... Clearly this is trying to tell me something if only my little bimbo brain could figure it out. Arrrrgghhhh!! I really thought I had something here. Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways; I know what I am.