Kasie is visiting me on this miraculously warm and wonderful weekend.  It’s just the two of us, a situation I wish would occur more often.  She’s sleeping now.  I’m proud to say, even though I’m almost a year older, I wore her out.

After she fell asleep, I felt restless, so I logged on here.  Coincidently, I had a message waiting from someone here asking: “How did you two develop your sisterly intimacies?”  I receive this question a lot.  I usually answer it privately.  I’m in the mood to answer it here this time.

Back in college (in the early 1980s, I’m loath to admit), Kasie, her dorm roommate, my boyfriend, and I went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show together in costume. Kasie dressed as Janet, my boyfriend as Brad, Kasie’s roommate as Magenta, and I as Columbia. Afterward, we went back to Kasie’s dorm room and listened to the movie’s soundtrack. When it got to the song "Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me," we started acting it out and, one thing leading to another, we ended up in a foursome. That was the first time Kasie and I made love.  We have continued to do so whenever the opportunity arose afterward, just the two of us or with others, literally to this very day.

Kasie and I were always close growing up. I’m eleven months older, but we were in the same grade all through school, so we grew up like twins. Making physical love feels like a natural extension and manifestation of the intense emotional love we feel for each other.