"Everyone always makes assumptions when they look at me, but, um, I'm submissive," Charissa Faraday said with a shrug. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and muscular, self-professed black lesbian stud looked at the Doctor and waited. Dr. Meredith Whiteside jotted down notes on her notepad and smiled faintly. Inside the psychiatrist office, located in downtown Toronto, Ontario, a heavy silence reigned. What's going on here?
"Whom are you submissive to?" Dr. Meredith Whiteside asked innocently. The short, curvy, blonde-haired and green-eyed, forty-something white woman looked at the tall, masculine black woman and waited. Charissa Faraway, born in New York City, came to study at the University of Toronto on a basketball scholarship. The tall, athletic and masculine African American woman recently made headlines for clashing with her coach, a middle-aged white woman named Elisabeth Stoneheart. The school warned Charissa to change her ways and get help...or else.
"When I lie in bed at night, I masturbate to thoughts of, ahem, mature white women dominating me, like smacking me and spanking me and stuff," Charissa said with a shrug. Dr. Meredith Whiteside nodded and jotted down some more notes. From their first meeting, she could tell that Charissa was a troubled soul. A young black American queer woman who unfairly burdened herself with carrying the Strong Black Woman Archetype. It's a burden that both heterosexual black women and queer black women unjustly carry.
"Charissa, there is nothing wrong with your desires," Dr. Meredith Whiteside said as she put down the notepad and drew closer to Charissa. The young black woman leaned back on the couch, lost in thought as she pondered what she'd just revealed. Attending these sessions wasn't Charissa's idea. The athletic director of the University of Toronto told Charissa to get some professional help lest she get kicked off the women's basketball team. Charissa wants to become a WNBA player. Someone's got to give Angel Reese and Caitlin Clark some competition, right?
"I'm a strong black woman and a lesbian stud at that, I'm supposed to be dominant," Charissa said, shaking her head. Dr. Meredith Whiteside nodded and then sat on the couch next to her. The curvy, middle-aged blonde woman slowly reached for the athletic, masculine young black woman's hands. Charissa sniffed and shook her head. Exhaling sharply, the good doctor cupped the athlete's chin in her small yet firm hand. Dr. Meredith Whiteside looked into Charissa's eyes, and a moment passed between them.
"Charissa, you are safe here, and you are always safe with me," Dr. Meredith Whiteside said, and then she kissed her. To say that Charissa was surprised by such a move would have been the understatement of the century. The good doctor slid her tongue down the star athlete's mouth, and gently caressed her firm, muscular body. When they came up for air, Charissa looked surprised while Dr. Meredith Whiteside smiled and nodded confidently.
"I didn't know you were into women," Charissa said, shaking her head. Dr. Meredith Whiteside smiled and licked her lips. A lot of people, including lesbians and bisexual women, often mistake beautiful femmes for straight women. Most people think that every lesbian is a short-haired, tomboyish, flannel-wearing woman who struts about like a stereotypical man. The truth is far different. Ninety percent of all lesbians look, dress and act like regular women, and the masculine ones are the outliers. The femmes blend in perfectly and often get overlooked. Such is life for queer women.
"I'm a femme, dear, not a straight chick, I love pussy as much as you do," Dr. Meredith Whiteside said confidently, and Charissa smiled. Once more, the two women kissed. This time, they began undressing each other. Time to explore. Charissa looked at Meredith, who looked sexy and inviting. The curvy, blonde-haired gal had big tits, wide hips, thick thighs and a big round ass. Kind of like a curvier, big-bottomed version of actress Reese Witherspoon. Charissa most definitely liked what she saw. The good doctor was full of surprises.
