We will love ourselves first. We don't hold back but know there's no rush. We are a dynamic duo. We rock our own shit but look great together. We close down bars and go for daybreak walks. We spend long Sundays in bed, talking, fucking and napping. We brunch with friends. Long talks about gender, sexuality, gossip, celebrity, art, media, social justice, movies, 80s nostalgic kitsch and how to incorporate 50s retro style in a modern decor.
I call these the "Big Three Issues", Home, Job, Romance. When one is down it's hard enough to deal with. The trifecta is really throwing me for a loop and I'm hanging onto my besties' hands for dear life right now.
In addition to being involved with one anothers' personal growth (which has been leagues in 10 years because we're too interesting to be static) we're also the kind of friends who can pore over the details of every relationship with one another. We emote identically--so when I don't know how to react to something because I'm all clouded with But I like her so much and I'm so attracted to her she will totally turn the mirror on me and say, "Look, the way she's acting is not the way you act when you want someone to stick around. You're worth more than that."
The next few weeks and follow-up visit have had me thinking a lot about Unicorn Dick in the context of the Queer Fat Femme lifestyle. Anyone who has done the dating thing as a Queer Femme knows how hard it is to find someone that embodies the killer combo of personality, looks, chemistry, smarts and timing.
"Oh Luis, if I weren't a lesbian I'd have such a crush on you." He then told me about his daughter who is a lesbian. She's in her mid-twenties and he said, "I just love her so much but I feel like I failed as a father."
And he is absolutely right. Being able to recognize when you need help and being open and available to receiving help is absolutely a survival skill.
VIA MYSPACE ----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: greeneyes Date: Dec 14, 2008 10:41 PM Subject: Please read! Will pay women stand on me at once at crush me under their weight like a roach.. Dear Greeneyes: When I was a…