And that was the exact scene we ending up filming when I got the job – I played a lesbian. And they said, ‘Larry just remem- bered you gotta be in this scene. “I didn’t even know I was a lesbian – until people started talking about the rest of the epi- sode when we were filming! Nursing had the same soothing effect on my baby, no matter how hungry, agitated, red-faced and cranky she was at the start. stuffed animals and called her "Little Guacamole" -- and the UPS man, who rolled his packages past me.
I was an unseasoned single mom who was trying to get over her ex. ” Much to the dismay of my girlfriend who was babysitting, I brought him home. He told me that he'd never tasted anything so sweet in his life.
I was still trying to get a handle on raising my daughter solo. As my daughter slept in the other room, I let him unbutton my blouse and run his mouth across the edge of my bra. (Yes, I wondered if, maybe, his mother had never breastfed him.) But this is what mattered most: He wanted me as I was, and I didn’t have to hide any of it.
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I lived in the world of womanhood for years, and now I was a mother.
But who says that you can't live in both worlds?
I decided that I'd keep the date short and sweet -- and I'd nurse before leaving so (I hoped) I wouldn't leak. I've always had this untactful knack for blurting out details that shock people -- I do it without thinking. Nursing was such an essential part of who I was, it was like telling someone, "The sitter was running late, I'm sorry --" It's always after the fact when I realize I should be wearing a soft muzzle.
The following Friday, after enlisting another girlfriend to baby-sit, I dashed out the door to meet the lawyer at a bar. I didn't see the cuteness -- he had a receding hairline -- but maybe I was too nervous. The lawyer's enthusiasm was a sure giveaway that I'd said too much. But the truth was, if any possible romantic date of mine was squeamish about the fact that I was breastfeeding, I did need to know this up front.
I kept scrolling through the sites that Google brought up; there had to be something.
But they were all the same: white men in their forties, in search of sweet breast milk.