Girlflux Meaning Novels & Stories

"Yeah, that's a bit fuzzy. Can you elaborate on the breeding thing please?" Weylin stared at the ground and rocked back on his heels. "My people want your fire in their blood. It would mean power to their families and would make strong warriors. They sent all the high class women to your room while you were rooted." Fuzzy pictures of pink women swam through his head. A sick feeling in the pit of his stomach made itself known. He felt dirty and used. "Well too bad for them, but there is probably too much genetic difference between our species."

"I bet that must have been quite challenging." "Mhm." She pursed her lips. "For a while there, I really thought I was what they call Gender Fluid—which just simply means you can fluctuate between Genders over any period of times, on any day—but that wasn't me. And so being here, being with Kait, who has been...equally supportive, since she was the first, I told, has been the adventure. Now I can just....be me."

River "Miss Stephenson, wake up!" Our math teacher, Ms. Davis, shouts at the girl sitting next to me. I give her a gentle shake to wake her up, but as always, I get yelled at for it. I've always been the odd one out, the outsider. I'm the water girl for the football team because I can't play any sports. My two left feet always hold me back. One of the popular girls on the team, Marie, insults me, calling me the "nasty girl" and saying she'll have to scrub her arm until it bleeds to get my "nastiness" off.

Ixora updated Vera on Berezira's situation, and Vera warmly congratulated the girl, who responded with a smile and a nod. Vera started to explain more about menstruation to the girl while Cherry held her twin by the arm and dragged her a little away from the girl. "Cheer up, Ix. I've explained everything to her and she understands." Ixora shook her head, blinking rapidly to prevent the tears in her eyes from falling. "I just don't understand how people—humans, men born with a conscience—could force themselves repeatedly on a child who hasn't even grown to womanhood." "I'm sure her body is taking this leap into womanhood because of the sexual abuse she's been through."

Do I scream "I like to have sex with soccer players!" I hate that this girl is making me doubt myself. I hate that I feel like my friendships have been belittled just because I like sex. It feels a lot like slut shaming. It is slut shaming. And it doesn't feel very good. I have to snap out of this. This isn't me. "You know she doesn't know what she's talking about, right?" Sasha says when we get to the top and she loops her arm through mine. "She's just frustrated because she isn't getting her rocks off."

I ask, trying to focus on her face, instead of her half-naked body. "It's not fair that girls have to walk such a fine line all the time," she cries. "What do guys want? I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do. If we let them fuck us, we're sluts. If we don't let them fuck us, we're prick teases and if we don't let them touch us at all, we're frigid. What the fuck am I suppose to do?" She turns her face back into the pillow and begins sobbing harder.

I ask, trying to focus on her face, instead of her half-naked body. "It's not fair that girls have to walk such a fine line all the time," she cries. "What do guys want? I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do. If we let them fuck us, we're sluts. If we don't let them fuck us, we're prick teases and if we don't let them touch us at all, we're frigid. What the fuck am I suppose to do?" She turns her face back into the pillow and begins sobbing harder.

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.