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		<title>This Problem Called Janice!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I did not think much would change once I got married to Janice. I certainly did not think that life could get any worse. What I did not realize was that by marrying Janice, she felt like she had even more control over me than she had before. The first Christmas after the wedding, my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>And Then I Cried!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Before I knew it, it was the wedding day. It was a milestone day in that Janice and I were allowed to legally marry in Canada. We finally had a right to do something that had been previously withheld. The only problem was that I did not want to be getting married. Well, I did [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Those Damn Little Seeds</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yes, I was getting married, AGAIN! What was going on with my life?! This was not why I left John. I did not leave a heterosexual marriage to be married to someone I did not love, someone who controlled me, someone who was insane with jealousy and someone who was re-exploring their drinking problem. This [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/those-damn-little-seeds/</link>
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		<title>Who Made Me A Martyr</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Somewhere, somehow in my life, I learned to put myself last. I do not know why I learned this! I am not sure where it came from. I never consciously thought that putting myself last was a good idea or a good life plan, but at some point in my life, it just started to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/who-made-me-a-martyr/</link>
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		<title>Out Of Control</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As a cop, people have relied on me in all different types of situations. Whether I was attending a domestic dispute or going to a murder, I was dealing with high stress and serious situations. I felt I was in control of my life. I was younger than most of the people I helped out [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/out-of-control/</link>
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		<title>What You See Is Better Than What You Get!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My life with Janice seemed to start out pretty good.  I was happy to be with a woman.  Janice appeared to be a good person.  She had moments of anger, but I just ignored them.  I figured that I was a really grounded woman and that I could “teach” Janice how to deal with her anger outbursts.  Her outbursts were not very often, but they were often enough that they started to bother me.  I did not want to be with a person who had such anger issues.  Her anger was always over the smallest things too, like if she misplaced something or was late for an appointment.  She would flip out if she could not fit into her favourite jeans or a shirt she wanted to wear was not clean.  It was actually ridiculous!]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/what-you-see-is-better-than-what-you-get/</link>
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		<title>Uhauling It!</title>
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		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/uhauling-it/</link>
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		<title>My So Called Lesbian Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ok so I was free, free to live my lesbian life.  I moved in with a straight friend of mine, Lisa.  It was nice to be out of the hetero marriage and off to discover my lesbian life.  I really did not know what I was doing though and I really did not know the so called Lesbian World and Lesbian Life that I was entering into.  It was all new to me.  I enjoyed going to the lesbian bars and dancing.  That was a blast.  A place to dance with other lesbian women and no men.  I seriously was in heaven.

I had a strange experience that was soon to be at my doorstep though.  Well honestly, this would not be the first or last strange experience in my lesbian life.  ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/my-so-called-lesbian-life/</link>
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		<title>First Lesbian Experience</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We all remember our first lesbian experiences.  Mine changed the entire direction of my life.  How could I forget that?!  My first lesbian experience was a two part series.  There was the almost lesbian experience followed by the real lesbian experience.  My first lesbian experience happened when I was married to John so this story takes a little step back in time from my coming out story.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/first-lesbian-experience/</link>
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		<title>Coming Out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As a woman married to a man, I secretly lived out my lesbian life.  As time passed, I had absolutely no doubt that I was one hundred percent lesbian.  For the first time in my life I knew who I really was and what I really wanted.  I loved women.  I loved how soft they were.  I loved there smooth skin and their luscious curves.  I loved their lips.  I loved their smell.  I loved how they tasted.  I just could not get enough!  

With women I kissed like I never knew I could.  It came from my innermost desires.  There was passion behind the kiss.  There was lust and sexual desire behind the kiss.  I loved touching women and watching them in their moments of pleasure (pleasure that I gave to them).  With women, my body for the first time in my life reacted like never before.  

For the first time in my life I felt complete.  I knew what I wanted and I was going for it.  I was proud of who I was.  I was proud of my self discovery.  I knew what I had to do.  I owed my husband (John) the truth about who I was.  I had to get a divorce from John.  I had to let the world know who I really was.  I knew that now was the time for me to Come Out.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lesbiancafe.ca/coming-out/</link>
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