My name is Helen. I am the first generation daughter of a German immigrant and Mexican woman. I grew up around Mexicans, her community, and I was the product of what the Mexican's call improving the race. A Mexican woman with a pure white man, that was the gold standard. I inherited my mother's features and my father's skin tone. Inside me ran my mother's culture. I only had eyes for other Mexicans.
We lived in San Antonio. We spoke Spanish and my father had learned it enough to mix with us. You are 'mixed' when it's the other way, a white mother and a Mexican father. I am white. I went to Catholic school, and went to Catholic university. I experimented with boys in high school, and girls in college. I was very sexual in my nature. I woke up one morning in bed with both a girl and a guy. I wanted, a permanent girl in my life, with a guy to run our lives for us.
I met Beatriz in my senior year, like me a white father and Mexican mother, we became a couple, and she brought along a boyfriend to run our lives and make us whole. At no point did we ever imagine a life without him. A good day, I'm exaggerating but to make the point, a good day for us was barefoot on our knees in the kitchen washing the floor while he waited to be served his dinner. Being submissive women is what we wanted, and we want him to be all powerful.
We are submissive women. We like being submissive to him. We inherited that from our mothers. There is a saying growing up, if he fucks you, he better fuck you good. That's the man for you.
