The Tangled Limbs & Lives De-Myth-defied?

"Myths surround Goddesses, who gives a crap, it’s the price we pay..." says Gracie.

"However, you can’t know the players without a score card," quips GK.

"However, *snort* perchance, mayhap I knock you on yer ass?!" replies Gracie, slightly shoving GK.

"Lesbionic, just how tangled are our lives... & limbs...?" says Kat, knowing it will crack everyone up.

When all three have finished laughing, GK says "Oh, tell that story!"

"OK, OK..." says Kat. "It was 'one of those weeks' in my household, and I was looking forward to the long weekend with the both of you. Tension was high here as the hubby and daughter had to fend for themselves for a whole 2 1/2 days. Tempers flared and voices rose, stating it wasn't fair mom/wifey should have this much fun without them."

(How dare she?! LOL)

"In one of the screaming matches, the daughter yells out, 'Fine, go up there with all your LESBONIC friends!'"

"Needless to say, I burst out laughing and knew this would be a word the Unholy would use time and time again. When over wine and cheetos our convo turned to why folks think we are lesbians, I recall Gracie saying in her most sincere voice, "Lesbionic (aka, let's be honest) kids, we're NOT lesbians!" Thats how the term came to be."

AND we aren’t lesbians.

True, one of us has been in love with a few women, one of us has had ‘sexual relations’ with women, and one of us has been attracted, but never fallen in love or in bed...

But, we repeat, we are not lesbians. ...not even sure if we qualify, any of us, as bisexual... Which means we are not ‘doing’ each other. Sure, we are aware we are knock-outs, and we do love each other, but not like that. We are sisters. Sex amongst ourselves would be, well, incest. Ugh. Yeah, we slap one another’s asses, but if football players can, why can’t we?

And we don’t partake in group sex activities, swap partners, and take home any old thing to play with.

Ok, one of us likes to watch, but that was one time, and sure, it was a one-night stand, but he was not brought to anyone’s home either! (nah nah na nah nah!)

The Unholy swaps & shares freely when it comes to clothing (esp Kat, who always has a trunk with her!), cigs, drinks, food, books (well, GK makes sure they come ‘home' to her), sex toy remotes, and even a pet or two, but we prefer to keep our men to ourselves.

...Unless the following counts: two of us have shared a man (not a three-way, but one has ‘done‘ the other‘s man - with permission), two of us have promised a three way with a mate (but that will be in 38 years, ifin’ he lives!), and one of us lived with the lover of another, but honestly, no sex was a goin’ on! As a general rule, each other’s men are off limits.

Now that we’ve cleared the air, do we look ‘better’ or ‘worse?’ *wink*