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"I was twelve the first time I had feelings for a girl. I was confused because I was homeschooled and had yet to encounter anything related to homosexuality. My mother had been the end-all source of wisdom in my life up to that point, so I asked her about it. She told me that all teenage girls go through a phase of thinking they’re lesbian because it’s "cool", and she knew I’d grow out of it. I walked away resolving not to be like "all teenage girls."
Sixteen years of an inexplicable and total dislike for sexual intercourse, four different (false) psychological disorder diagnoses, eight semi-permanent hetero relationships, untold numbers of one night stands with men, a baby (which I kept), and two random (but treasured) sexual encounters with women later, I finally KNOW she was wrong.
I know what I want, but I know next to nothing about the LGBTQ community, and I am shy, anxious, and scared of attempting to find out. I don’t even know where to begin.
I have never felt so helpless and so sure of myself at the same time.
Please tell me there is hope.”]
[image: A scene from the movie If These Walls Could Talk II, part 2. Text: “The thing I hate the most about the Latin American community, be it my Colombian relatives, my Cuban boss, or even my Mexican and Brazilian best lipsticklesbian friends, is that they make me feel like I have no taste, or am not ‘doing it right’ or am simply awkward, because the woman I love doesn’t fit into the mold of Latin American and heteronormative beauty standards. They are ok with me being a lesbian - but not with her looks. I hate how they can’t imagine or at least respect that to me she is insanely beautiful and hot. Their hipocrisy makes me sick. And my secret is that regardless of how crazy I am for my love, I don’t want to introduce her to my Latin American community anymore. It’s not that I am ashamed of her - I am ashamed of THEM.”]
Im straight. Then….I dont know what I am now. I have a lesbian teacher and I like having her around. We were fooling around and I want to tickle her and i can’t find where to tickle and asked her… She said “lick my ear”. So i did… Then weird feeling…then she licked my ear too…weird feeling again. Then graduation… We kissed.. Then the next thing happened.. I was touching her and i licked her downthere. And now i crave for more. She’s in a relationship. And i know i cant do anything.
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"I am a lesbian asexual (romantically and sensually interested in women, sexually interested in no one), but I have to hide my asexuality in order to be accepted in the queer community.
I’m so tired of hiding who I am.”
Hello dear fellow lesbians! I am so sorry for having taken such horrible care of this blog the past months, I was traveling a lot, moved to a new city and am finally at a calmer point of my life! Looking forward to publish all your submissions!
Lez get real!
Text: I’ve loved you for a long time now but I can never find the words to say so. All I have is my dreams. All I want is you.
This is for one of my good friends who I’ve been in love with for almost six months now. I wish she knew how I felt, but she never will. I wish things were easier.
I can no longer pretend that I don’t find you sexy. That you don’t turn me on, that you don’t make me wanna kiss you. That I don’t love to cuddle with you, and that I don’t find you fascinating!
You showed me your scar.
Now all that fills my mind is my desire to kiss, stroke and caress your scar and tell you how incredibly beautiful you are to me.
I wish you hadn’t shown me…
Because we both know that it can’t be.
I thought I was straight but now i’m not so sure. I have never felt this way about any women before. Ever since I saw you wearing that rainbow colored bracelet my life has never been the same. I noticed you in a whole new way. I never would have guessed you are a lesbian. I have a huge crush on you. I put on make-up and get all sexy for you, even though you will never see it. I day dream about you all the time. I imagine us making out passionately. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you, but I am too shy. I don’t know how you will react and anyways I think you have a girlfriend. All I have is my memories of your sweet beautiful smile
Picture of two blonde men sitting, their legs covered by a pink blanket, drinking out of mugs - one with the Finnish flag, one with the Swedish flag. The bigger man has put a flower in the other’s hair, and the smaller man is laughing nervously, while the bigger man is watching him, his face expressionless.
We’re fifteen. I’m a lesbian, and you’re unsure, though you think you’re asexual and homoromantic. I say we’re exactly like SuFin from Hetalia, with me being Finland, and you being Sweden; you’re tall and stoic, don’t talk much and you’re not very good at communicating with people - I’m the smaller one, who attempts to keep the conversation going, and I’m trying not to be so awkward.
I know you like me, and I think I like you - or at least, I want to like you…
But the thing is, you don’t react to things or act like other kids our age - you’re clever in academic things, like maths or science, but when it comes to things like talking, getting jokes and keeping a conversation going, you just can’t seem to do it.
I know how you feel - I’ve been through that phase, and I promise I’ll never leave you, even if you stay just friends. I’ve kissed you on the cheek, and I almost kissed you before, but I just couldn’t do it. I’m sorry…
The thing is, I don’t know if I could ever be your girlfriend, because when we talk, a lot of the time it’s like I’m talking to myself when I was 10. I know you don’t mean it, and I’m being patient, because I abolutely will never give up on you.
Also, the way I see it, we’re both “bottoms”; we both need someone to help bring us out, so I don’t know how a relationship would even work.
I’m really sorry…