Hi! I'm Shannon. Shannon Conroy. A very Irish name. Wouldn't ya say? Me name comes from ta river whose circuitous course flows north to south pretty much down ta middle of Ireland, but in truth me name in ta Irish lies deeply imbedded in Celtic mythology in ta Goddess Sinend. In ta "Irish" it's "Sionnain."
I'm now eighteen an' in me first year at an all-girls school in ta East that will go unnamed ta protect its reputation. I was not ta model student ta faculty would have loiked me ta be, but me grades were good enough...better than good enough actually...ta have gotten me enrolled. Ta tell ta truth, I wanted ta model mayself after ta erotic writer Edna St. Vincent Mallay--another "Irish" Colleen--someone who could burn both ends of ta candle for quoite a lang toime. There is, of course, irony in her name. Read her poems an' other wriltings as well as biographies written about her torrid loife, an' you'll soon discover she was anythin' but a saint! She was more a wayward waif of a girl with fair skin set off by luminous red hair, green eyes, an' lips that were said ta be naturally ta colour of roipe cherries, all of which endeared her ta many of her classmates, especially those girls who found it a great pleasure ta "tip the velvet." Ta cherry red lips of her sweet mouth symbolized a woman's nether lips. This made Edna a very sensuous woman, an' so she was sought after by many a girl. An' her two sets of lips received an' gave sexual pleasure.
It is understandable then ta know she was controlled by her sensual passions with both sexes, an' bein' older than most of her classmates, she was with her red hair, green eyes, an' sensually girlish figure irresistible ta many of them to ta point some would actually foight for her attention an' feminine charms. Her natural, magnetic charm made many of ta young girls in ta school vulnerable ta her, so much so, they would do just about anythin' ta enjoy intimate encounters with Edna, includin' goin' down on her red pussy bush an' eatin' her out. In one way this special attention was a form of idol worship, an' Edna reveled in it. Sapphic love was there whenever she wanted it, an' she wanted it badly an' frequently. She was a slave ta her flesh, especially in her younger years as far as Sapphic love was concerned, but she never really outgrew it.
Similar wanton desires burn insoide me, an' I, too, found mayself wantin' this same kind of sexual outlet with other girls in school, an' I found mayself lookin' at many of me classmates an' even some of me professors who I knew by reputation shared by some of me classmates ta be lesbians, too, but who dared not come out of ta closet for obvious reasons.
And I, like Edna, am "Irish," an' we are noted as bein' good talkers, especially when it comes ta "craic." No, not ta illegal drug but good humor an' laughter that is a part of bein' Irish. We can be quite witty, ya know. On ta other hand we "Irish" can be a very melancholy lot who can get lost in our inner sorrows as well as our outer set of circumstances.
However, I was somewhat loike those of the "Victorian Period," especially ta upper-gentry workin' class who had made their mark in ta world, becomin' successfully a part of ta new rich who spent their time, energy, an' wealth in acquirin' possessions such as land an' real estate, ta tangible things that proved them solid examples in "Victorian" society. But beware ta person who would try ta separate them from their hard-gained wealth an' prestige within ta "English" order of things, includin' social rank.
Then, too, maybe they had it right since it is well known these pseudo-hierarchy put on two faces, the lighter, prideful soide they presented in public, and their darker, more base soide that often festered within thmeselves, eatin' away at their moral fibers that in so many cases they themselves, loike, "Janus," put on two faces an' who spoke from both soids of their mouths. And ta save face was ta begin-and-end of life an' livin'. Outwardly they gave all ta appearance of bein' prim an' proper. Inwardly there was a dark soide ta many of 'em.
It was this base soide, me dark soide, that had been botherin' me for some toime. Or so I thaought. In fact, I had been this way ever since I was a young girl just buddin' inta becomin' a woman. But this buddin' inta a woman came none too pleasantly for me.
Now, I'll be ta first ta admit I am an' never was anythin' comin' close ta goddess material as is me namesake. Just ask me ma an' da.
No, I was mostly what was called a tomboy in those days because I enjoyed playin' rugged games, always tryin' ta outsmart ta boys who thaought a girl could never keep up with them or compete with them on an equal basis. This was enough ta get me ire up an' made me more determinded ta be mayself an' do ta best I could...even better if I could best ta boys in what they thaought was for-boys-only. But then, what would ya expect from an "Irish" girl with red hair, green eyes, an' a few freckles on her nose? I was born ta be this way, independent an' knowin' me self-worth regardless of me gender, which, by ta way, as I got older, I discovered despite a boy's third leg dangling 'tween his legs along wi' his two balls, they were all interested in seein', touchin', an' gettin' inta what I had 'tween me legs, me pussy.
Later on ta their misfortune, as far as I was concerned anyway, there wasn't a boy I'd let do any of those things ta me. Not a bloody chance. Me pussy was me private part, an' I intended ta keep it t'at way. Private. Not even when me breasts began ta bud at ta early age of twelve an' were quite visible pushin' out underneath me braless blouses an' sweaters, especially those cute bib-plaid uniforms with white blouses underneath an' long, white socks tat came up to ta knees along with black an' white oxford shoes.
I hated wearin' bras, so as soon as I got out ta door ta go to ta all-girl parochial school an' rounded ta corner of ta porch, I'd take me bra off. This, of course, made me breasts even more interestin' for ta boys when they saw me walkin' down ta street, even ta ones who had accepted me as just one of ta guys, because me nipples would of'en swell, becomin' hard an' erect from ta friction of the cloth rubbin' against them.
Anyway, this leads me ta a most interestin' story.
I have already told you I had just turned eighteen years old an' was a freshman at an all- girls school in ta East. One evenin' as I sat in front of me computer monitor, I couldn't keep me moind on me "English" assignment. Instead, I was turnin' over in me mind all t'ose seemin'ly unanswerable questions we each ask ourselves as far as our existence is concerned in ta scheme of loife. One of me questions was about me sexual orientation. It was ta very thing on me moind as I stared at ta computer monitor. The glarin' monitor can be very hypnotic if one relaxes an' becomes one with it.
On this particular evenin', havin' ta rooms all ta mayself because me roommate Tammy had a date, instead of doin' me homework I had gone once more ta a porn site on ta Internet that had ta do with lesbians, graphically displayed in both pics an' movies, showin' just what lesbians do with one another an' how they make love.
As I looked at ta pics or watched ta short, free movies--those mpegs--I realized as far back as I could remember, but especially soon after me first period, I was drawn more ta girls than ta boys.
Oh, I had friends who were boys, an' I even had gone out with a few, but when they kissed me, I felt no passion or inner response in return. Nothin'. Nada. An' I really hated their bloody grabbin' a quick feel or wantin' me ta go all ta way ta prove I really loiked them, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't even think of makin' out with boys let alone doin' it. I refused ta let mayself be used loike that as if I were a boy's toy or playthin'. Therefore, it wasn't long before I became known as Shannon ta tease because I wouldn't put out for anyone.
So I finally stopped datin' boys with their "Roman" hands an' "Russian" fingers, an' besoides, I was repulsed at ta sight of a boy's cock. Yes, by ta time I was eighteen I knew all ta words used when talkin' about sex an' doin' sexual things.
"Jaysus, Mary, an' Joseph," how horrified me ma an' da would be if they knew this. Instead, I kept me friends who were boys but just really good friends with whom I could be mayself an' not have ta worry about fightin' them off for their wantin' sexual favours. Many of them were gay anyway but not all.
