Things If Only I Experienced Known About Lesbian Relationships, Whenever I Ended Up Being An Infant Lez

The boundary between fans and besties is quite murky.

I would spend the school days lost in the fantasy about the girls I would eventually fall when I was a closeted baby-dyke living in Westport, CT

Girls had been frequently leggy and swaggy and high and olive-skinned, forever clad in destroyed black colored thin jeans, with a mind saturated in acid-blonde-hair dropping into faded-blue-eyes and a face defined by cheekbones therefore sharp they might kill a guy.

I might imagine exactly exactly exactly what our relationship would seem like: we’d be energy babes whom slayed inside our enviable professions by time and hung call at dimly-lit whiskey bars with a bevy of celebrity dykes when the sun goes down. (more…)

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