by Florentine
Ever stepped tentatively into your first gay club and spent half the night patting yourself on the back for becoming the brave new, pioneering self you always knew you could be, before drinking enough WKD to dye your bloodstream blue and seeking out the only straight man in the whole building for another emotion-void snog? Or perhaps you spent a solid eight months at the beck and call of your best friend, hoping that one day the fog would clear and she’d suddenly declare that her two year relationship with a rugby-playing, walking sack of testosterone was merely an elaborate cover to hide her undying, all-encompassing love for you. Naturally. If this sounds at all familiar, then there’s little doubt that you’ve sucked at being a lesbian at some point in your life. And if it doesn’t, then please accept a big, shiny gold star for display on a wall/blazer/mouse-mat of your choosing on us. … Continue Reading
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