Last night I was thinking about our fight for acceptance. Honestly, I came to the conclusion that it was hopeless, and we could never win. There are too many factors against us, we’ve made absolutely no progress so far, and society refuses to even listen to our point of view. Somewhere amongst all this negative thinking, my mind drifted off to a time, several weeks ago, when my 7yo LGF was allowed to spend the night with me.

We had eaten dinner that night with her family, and it was a bit past her bedtime when we finally got to my house. Naturally, I wasn’t ready for her to go to sleep, as I wanted to spend time with her, but, being the good GL that I am, I asked her what she wanted to do.
She decided that she wanted to watch a movie. I got some blankets and pillows and laid them in the floor in front of the television for the both of us.

The decision for her to spend the night with me was not made until we were out eating dinner, therefore she did not have a change of clothes or any sleepwear. While I was starting the movie, she stated that she did not want to sleep in her jeans, and so she just took them off. I can’t even describe how cute she was standing there in a t-shirt and panties. I started the movie and lied down beside here on the floor. She could not get close enough to me, and if she decided to change positions, she made me change as well so that I was lying against her. This was a fantastic moment in itself, but there were even better times ahead.
(I know what you are thinking at this point, so let me assure you that this story is 100% legal, and within posting guidelines)

After a while, and before the movie ended, she fell asleep. I stopped watching the movie and proceeded to watch her as she slept. She is an immensely beautiful child, blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair, and she is a bit small for her age.

Not too long after she fell asleep, the movie did end. I decided that I wasn’t quite ready to sleep, so I carried her into my room and put her into my bed, so that I could watch TV without disturbing her. I sat in front of the television for a while, not really watching, as I could not get my mind off the image of that beautiful angel sleeping peacefully. I realized then, how dumb it is to sit there and dream of her when she is only in the next room.

I went into my room and lied down beside her. I gently hugged her, and she stirred only enough to move herself so that she was directly against me. I watched her sleep for a while longer before I fell asleep myself. I didn’t intend for us to sleep together, the blankets in the living room were for her, but things don’t always go according to plan. I awoke in the middle of the night and somehow, she was lying mostly on top of me and I was holding her. My first thoughts were “this is not right” but I asked myself “Why isn’t it?” and I couldn’t answer that question. So I continued to hold her close to me as she slept; I’ve never felt so relaxed and at peace than I did that night.

I soon fell asleep again. I awoke to a beautiful sight; she was sitting up in bed looking at me. When my eyes caught hers, she began to smile in the way people do when they have some little secret that they know, that you don’t know. I smiled back and said “What?” She just continued to smile. I took in this moment; her big blue eyes were sparkling in the morning sunshine coming in through the window. Her silky blond hair was slightly disheveled, and she continued to beam this radiant smile as she sat there in her t-shirt and panties. I gave in; I needed to be closer to this vision of beauty. I gently pulled her to me, judging whether she wanted the same thing; she did. She hugged me tight as we lay there together laughing and talking about all sorts of nonsensical things.

Now, back to the beginning. I realize now, that trying to determine if this is a winnable battle is exactly the same thing as trying to determine if I should fight or not. I’ve already made up my mind there, THIS IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR!

I am starting this thread in hopes that you will all respond with bits of inspiration for those of us that feel as I did last night; anything from personal experiences (don’t incriminate yourself) to fictitious stories to just a resounding “HELL YA!”

In conclusion, the more support we have, the greater our chances. It really helps to reflect on what we are fighting for sometimes.

-Pyrgos