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playa2
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pt 2
My first love was a man, my high-school sweetheart. Eric Jackson. Though we were a few years apart in age--I was a senior, he was a freshman--I fell for him. Hard. I adored his sense of humor, his family, our shared passion for playing basketball. After I went off to college at Texas Tech and Eric later enrolled there, our connection grew stronger. So on the night in 1994 when Eric dropped down on one Knee at a restaurant and asked "Will you marry me?" as our friends looked on. I couldn't have been more ecstatic. I didn't have a single reservation about marrying him.
Everything about our first year of marriage, from the laughs we shared to the sexual intimacy, was wonderful. We traveled a lot that year when I landed an endorsement contract with Nike, the company that later introduced Air Swoopes, the first sneaker to be named after a woman. But in year two Eric grew weary of the constant traveling. Year three was the beginning of the end. Even amid the joy of welcoming our son. Jordan, into the family in 1997. Eric and I moved in totally different directions, The affection dissipated. The bickering became constant. I was frustrated because I felt that I was handling the lion's share of responsibility in our relationship: caring for our son, dealing with the finances, playing my first season of professional basketball as one of the WNBA's original players. I was miserable. We agreed to a trial separation so Eric and could evaluate our relationship. For my son's sake, thought I should do everything possible to make the marriage work.
We never reconciled. In fact, I found myself relieved to be away from the relationship and the emotional exhaustion it had caused me. As much as I wanted Jordan to have the perfect picture of a mom and dad together forever, I knew I couldn't tolerate a relationship that made me unhappy. A year later I called Eric and told him I wanted a divorce.
I met Alisa Scott in 1998. Even before she arrived to work as assistant coach for my team, the Houston Comets, I overheard a couple of my teammates saying, "You know who's coming to coach here? Alisa Scott--and THEY SAY SHE CAN GET ANY WOMAN SHE WANTS." My teammates and I knew that Alisa was gay. What I didn't know was how MY OWN feelings would surprise me in the following months.
When Alisa arrived, I felt no immediate spark. But as we worked alongside each other on the court every day, I noticed the rush of excitement. Just watching her walk in the door made my heart quicken. At first I dismissed the feelings as a phase. Then we began flirting with each other on the court, and she'd catch me looking at her with eyes that said. "1 want you."
One day after practice Alisa asked me to join her for dinner. was nervous, but I said yes. Over my first taste of Japanese food, we had an amazing conversation, talking nonstop about basketball. When my nerves made me fidgety and clumsy--I dropped a fork and even spilled food in my lap--Alisa put me at ease.
A string of dates followed. Alisa treated me the way I'd always longed to be treated. Each time she asked me out, she handled every detail. She always opened my door, helped me out of the car, pulled out my chair. Perhaps because she sensed I was reluctant in the new territory of a same-sex relationship, she took the lead. Nearly every day I went to her house after basketball practice. I constantly wanted to be in her presence. When we were apart. I'd call just to hear her voice--then I'd sheepishly hang up when she answered. By summer 2001. Alisa and I were in a committed relationship.
I don't call myself bisexual. I enjoyed the sex I had with my ex-husband, yet I can't picture myself ever sleeping with a man again. There's something about being with another woman that makes me feel complete. Because I've been intimate with a man and, now, a woman, I know the difference. Many would say that people are born gay. For me, being gay is a choice. Before and during my marriage, I never once thought of being with a woman.
Somebody got turned out IMHO
Notice how assistant coach Alisa Scott had a rep of getting anyone she wanted...except a MAN !
[Edited by - playa2 on 02-19-2007 08:27]
JAMES DOLAN on Isiah : He's a good friend of mine and of the organization and I will continue to solicit his views. He will always have strong ties to me and the team.
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you might find yourself in bed with a dude?
2/19/2007 11:44 AM
