It took a long time for me to know that I wasn't the only one who got their sexual pleasure through pleasing their partner...mental orgasm, exactly.
For years, I thought I was bonkers...then one day I read Stone Butch Blues and wept openly, for the first time in years.
At long last I was able to identify myself as a human being....a living, breathing person....a stone butch.
I think I should have been born male, but it didn't happen. But that isn't what makes me stone.
It's my lack of desire to be touched in certain areas that makes me stone.
For me, its enough to have my partner lay close.....and kissing marathons are amazing too.
