WEBER, Lana S.

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Lana Siobhan Weber is a twenty-two year old writer/waitress from Greenwich, Connecticut. She graduated from The University of Southern California - Los Angeles  with a BFA in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. Since graduation, she moved to New York City to begin her journey as a creative writer. She's been published in The New Yorker, The Poetry Foundation, and Agni, to name a few. When she is not writing, Lana can be found waiting tables at The Gramercy Tavern. When she is not doing either of those things, she can be found mingling with her friends at secluded bars. "I always knew that I had an affinity -- an attraction to my kind. Females were quite exquisite creatures to me...the curves, the soft skin, the beauty overwhelmed me from a young age. The female body, the female presence always attracted me to them, and not that I'm not attracted to men...because I am. I'm just also attracted to the female presence.  knew from early on that my sexuality was not something my family would approve of. They tried to conform me to be what they wanted -- they wanted me to be attracted to the male kind. To produce heirs to our so-called "thrones", but knowing myself, my body, my sexuality -- that wasn't in the cards for me. I knew I was very much into females, but that I could never act upon those feelings for fear of being radicated from my family and those around me. But...when I became brave enough to do it, to come out, I did it. And my family rejected me. They wanted no part of my life, and that's okay with me...because I know I'm comfortable with who I am, who I've always been." "Throughout my life, Max was the one person I could always depend on. He was always chauffeuring me around as he was a few years older than I. He made sure that I made it to my art lessons on time -- that there was always food in my stomach, and a place for me to lay my head at night. Max was my biggest cheerleader, advocate, and caregiver. More so than Mom and Dad, he acted like my parent. He treated me like the younger sibling, but had more power over me than my parents. He accepted me as I was, and for who I was. He didn't try to change me, and he loved me more than anyone had ever loved me before. So, when he went off to Afghanistan, my world fell apart. He promised he'd return home to us. He promised me. But...this summer, that promise was broken. He was killed in active duty, and I feel like I've lost everything. He was taken from me, and I'm trying to piece myself together again, but the only person who could do that is no longer here." "Jesse Manning...I encountered him at a bar on 34th street. I was drunk on tequila shots, and was spilling out into this guys lap. Moments later, we were locking lips in the bathroom of the bar. He was doing things to me, whispering the dirtiest things in my ear that could make anyone blush. He took me home in his car and when we got to his place, we kept doing it. All over the place. The bed, the counters, the laundry room. He just couldn't get enough. I couldn't get enough. I woke up in his bed, his arms around me. I left briskly, but left a note saying to call me. He called a few days later, and we've been hooking up every chance we get since. Melissa Devore...I met her at a gay club downtown. She was sitting with a group of attractive ladies and somehow I grasped her attention. In a similar fashion to Jesse, we began making out at the back of the club. Soon, she took me to the bathroom and we were on the floor in minutes. She did things that made my body squirm with happiness. She exuded confidence and that turned me on even more. I took her back to my place for more, and things got really heated. We've been hooking up ever since. I can't get enough of her. " ....................

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