“It has always been said that we all long for the forbidden things, and yearn for what is simply denied to us. I’ve come to realize that what I want in life is the utmost doctrine of truly who am I. Honestly, I just wanted her.”
The name is Telah Anderson. My humble beginnings? I’m from a big city with a poverty past. I went from living in a very small two bedroom apartment in Houston, Texas with my mama and two older siblings to presently at the age of thirty living in a private, luxurious loft in Seattle, Washington.
From a very young age, I have always had enormous dreams for myself. I, honestly, didn’t want to follow into my family’s vicious repetitive history of being “a single parent working small jobs to just get by”. I’m a first time college graduate within my immediate family. Since I set the bar high for myself, I graduated with very high honors from my alma-mater, The University of Southern Mississippi, which is located in Biloxi, Mississippi. It was approximately 415 miles from home. I through guaranteed to my mother that I wasn’t too far from Houston, if imminent family emergencies arose; but I made sure that I was far enough, so family couldn’t intervene within in my life. College was longest yet most exhilarating three and half years of my life.
In December 2008, I received a degree within the hospitality management field with a minor in business administration. As of April 2010, I’m one of the youngest sales manager for an affluent real estate agency.
I want to be clear about who I am- I’m not like the “Christian Grey” character whose into bondage/discipline, dominance/submission, and sadism/masochism. I like to believe that I’m a woman who values and understands that bedroom equality is for all my parties involved.
When it comes to being in total control, handling power with authority, and not giving a damn about manipulation, I can solitarily take any situation and twist it into where I am the main source of “power” but falling in love with someone that you least expected? I’m lost.
___________________________________________________________________________ Date: Wednesday, September 16th, 2011
Time: 10:23 P.M.
Location: Strip Club-Seattle, Washington
Standing next to a private table in a strip club with my designer purse bag filled with one thousand dollars which ranged from single one dollar bills, fives, and tens, a highly sexual song was playing quietly in the background.
I removed my expensive blazer, flagging down the waitress for a drink.
One of the girl walking on the stage to the pole winked in my direction as a raspy woman’s voice broke me of my concentration.
“Ma’am, what can I get you on this fine evening?”
I swallowed hard, taking a quick seat.
“Can I get tonight’s special?”
The waitress raised an eyebrow as I placed a crisp twenty dollar bill down on her tray.
I know you’re probably judging me because I was in an establishment of this sort on a Wednesday night. However, Jamie Nicholas, my best friend, had recently moved to Seattle to get away from the stress of our hometown of Houston. I’m here watch Jamie to perform. This was the first time, I ever watched any type of performance like this. I have known Jamie since we were elementary school.
Over the loud speakers, a deep voice laced the room, “Let’s welcome to the stage all the way from Houston, Texas. Let’s a give a heartfelt applause to, Ice Honey.”
I noticed Jamie standing at the first step leading up the stage. She was slowing, rolling her lips, listening to an I-Pod. She seemed in her zone as a fellow stripper, tapped her on the shoulder.
Jamie has always been very easy on the eyes with her fair skin. Her black hair was long to the middle of her back. Her eyes’ color was of a rich amber hue.