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I went on a few dates with a guy I didn’t find that attractive. It wasn’t until he ghosted me that I realized that spark of excited I felt when I got a text message from him wasn’t because I liked him but because he was giving me attention.
Be able to discern why you like someone. You might end up wasting your energy on someone who isn’t worthy of it. Now that i think about him, the idea of him kissing me kinda grosses me out. Whew! Talk about dodging a bullet?!
“Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.”
in grade 12 we were reading romeo and juliet and we were at the romantic-ass balcony scene and this hot girl in the class volunteered to read juliet’s parts and i put up my hand to volunteer for another part and the teacher goes ‘oh do you want to be the nurse, amanda?’ and i was like ‘no i wanna be romeo’ and the hot girl swiveled around in her seat to give me a Look™
she and i later ended up making out at a bunch of parties in university lmfao
in retrospect this moment was absolutely pivotal to my butch awakening but it was also just a lesbian power move
I too got a girlfriend over this play. In grade 10, I was reading the balcony scene to study with two other people (one guy and one beautiful girl) and I insisted point blank I had to read as romeo, because he had the most lines and I’m a dramatic little shit.
So the other two in my group are used to my antics by now. We’re all friends, so the pair of them decide that the one guy in our group gets to be the nurse. Now, my Juliet and I have been friends for a couple months by this point, so I decide to be a little more dramatic.
We put Juliet on a spinny chair, and pump it up as tall as it goes, and my baby, closeted lesbian ass crouches on the floor, ready to be as melodramatic as possible. Like, I’m about to do a rendition that makes William himself walk into the class and tell me to take it back a notch or twelve.
And then I look up.
And holy shit.
There she is, Juliet, haloed in the worst fluorescent light known to mortals across the globe. Light just streaming down around her, that weird off-green colour that it always is. And she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My little gay soul is barely holding on as the words barely leave my lips, breathlessly. “But soft… what light from yonder window breaks?”
And Juliet was the sun. Romeo was not exaggerating that line at all.
Juliet and I have also been together for more than 4 years now. She’s every bit as spectacular as she was when I was a lovestruck teenage Romeo, kneeling on the yellowed linoleum floor of second block english.
“I was a lovestruck teenage Romeo” as a lesbian is a total power vibe.
It was about 15 years ago all of my high school friends were getting married, buying houses, and having kids. Now it’s all my college friends finding their significant other, buying a house, and adopting kids.
But I’m still living in my parent’s house, single, and no prospects romantically. I don’t know why I thought my path would be like anyone else’s. I keep ending up in the same place. I guess I shouldn’t run from it any more.
I met this guy for drinks, as is customary when online dating. He said to meet him at this studio because he, “Wasn’t up for crowds”. I should have taken that as a sign to just call the whole thing off but I agreed and then drove 40 mins to see him. When I got there, this “studio” was in a half dead office park and the size of my old walk in closet in my last apartment. The term Studio was generous and inaccurate. Once inside I expected him to offer me a drink. Did he? Not at all. Instead he asks me if I want to help him hang a dartboard he just got in the mail. My brain screamed, “NOOO!! Absolutely Not! Why the fuck would I want to help a stranger do that?!” but my face smiled and my mouth said, “Sure.” So for the next 90 mins we hung a dartboard.
To be completely honest, I HUNG A DARTBOARD! Had I not been there this dude would have tried to hang a 15 pound cork disc with matching scoring frame with push pins and tape. I thought after the board was hung we would talk, get to know each other more, maybe he would try to feel me up. None of that happened. He didn’t even try to touch me. And most egregious, HE NEVER OFFERED ME A DRINK.
Men are hopeless lost children who’s egos and dicks are so fragile, they can barely function as humans. If sexuality is a choose, when can I start being attracted to women? Cause this literally Ain’t It.
2019 is the year I’m a whole hoe. I’ve been waiting my turn for literal decades for my turn and I’m tired of that shit. Not that I want a train to be run on me but I’ve been waiting for those who’ve wanted to fuck me to speak the fuck up and those bitch have been quite so what I plan to do is no longer be timid, afraid, or held back by how society has told women to act. I’m talking to three dudes and I hope I’m fucking all three by my birthday, which is the beginning of January. I want to be Nola Darling, and I dare any man to disparage me. I will scare the ever loving shit out of them and make them desire and fear at the same time. Take your weak masculinity some place else cause it has no home here.
