Blog #6
So like I said, I may not have struck gold right away, but I think the lesbian gods were watching over me in my new venture as at least one or two girls accepted my OurChart friend request. Halleluiah! What I intended to do once they accepted, however, was beyond me. I really hadn’t thought it out that far….Whoops. Then, out of no where, one of my “new friends” who we’ll call, Michelle, oh so gallantly took the reigns and, quite frankly, in my opinion, upped the ante! Michelle had done the unthinkable. She out right requested my attendance on her Myspace page. What?? Wow! The privacy and single sexdom of the Chart was one thing, but MYSPACE.!!?? Now that was a different story all together. That was taking things to a whole other level. Our interactions and flirty comments would be there in black and white (or what ever color she happened to have to pimped her profile out to) for all friends; hetero and homo sexual to see.
Now I had just realized that I was definitely into girls but what I hadn’t quite yet determined was what I was going to say to my friends, which is odd because I live in an extremely progressive city. Los Angeles was a city where anything goes. Where as long as you’re either attractive, rich or famous you could pretty much get away with anything. A city who’s main source of survival was the entertainment industry and if you weren’t gay you were practically a minority. So why was I so concerned with what other people might think? Was it my Christian upbringing? No way, I never really bought into to any of that crap anyway. Was it my parent’s attitude toward the gay community? I don’t know? They certainly weren’t homophobic to my knowledge but I guess it’s a different matter when it’s your own child, right? Then why was I a little scared to mention this new found revelation to my nearest and dearest?
This need for secrecy, I decided, was something that was of no use or good to me at this point in time AND an issue I would have to explore in therapy at a later date. I’ll let a shrink figure my bullshit out, right now I have some lesbian tail to chase. This girl was cute and I would be crazy not to go for it. This was the big time and I wasn’t about to shy away now. I pressed “accept” wholeheartedly with an ”I don’t care who knows I ‘m gay” shield held up proudly in front of my American Apparel Deep V. Tag you’re it!
And so I waited…it was her turn to make the next move or at least I was too chicken. Then one afternoon, I casually logged into my account ….and there it was...... A Myspace comment!!! Michelle had done her part and then some. And it was funny!! I was equal parts amused and panicked. It all seemed so simple to the un-trained eye. Just comment her back, you idiot! But I knew that this was far more complicated. If I ever wanted see her outside of cyber space I had to see her wit and raise her one wildly charming reply. I turned the matter over to the right side of my brain and searched it’s contents for the perfect retort. Thanks to Coffee Bean and the soy vanilla latte I’d just inhaled, my brain was moving at lightning speed. All of a sudden it came to me.... I had the winning reply. It was simple but perfect and so, proudly, I typed it into the designated box. With a new found sense of pride and certainty I moved the cursor over and pressed “send“. Mission accomplished, if this didn’t get me a date I didn’t know what would.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Chart
Blog #5
The L Word. It took all of 5 minutes and I was hooked. Sucked in by these women and their …..I don’t know…everything!!! I loved everything about them. I wanted to either know them, be them, sleep with them, live next door to them and I sure as hell wanted to hang out at the Planet with them. I watched episode after episode, until I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and the second I woke up in the morning, I watched some more! All of the uncertainty I felt after sleeping with Daisy was shattered in one 50 min episode and the question now was….what was I going to do about it?? How was I going to get myself a piece of that life? And so, after I watched all of the 3 seasons that had aired at this point, I gathered as much courage as I could muster up and joined a short lived social networking system called “Our Chart”. Oh yeah, that’s right, I did it… and I’d do it again!!
For those of you reading that may have been living under a rock or were possibly trapped in some third world, Showtime-less country during that time, “Our Chart” was an L Word plot line turned actual lesbian networking site. On the show it was a way for Alice to show the connections between her circle of friends with any and all other lesbian circles that happened to exist. A social experiment if you will, a gay six degrees of Kevin Bacon. Type in someone’s name and see how many people it takes to connect you to that person.
In real life, though, it was an easy way to pick up chicks and I couldn’t sign up fast enough. This was my ticket in, this was a sure fire way to manifest my own circle of friends. It’s tough when you’re first starting out. You don’t anyone, you don’t know where to hang out, where to go to meet girls, find love, get laid. Especially if you aren’t a totally obvious dyke (or T.O.D as I like to refer to them). To the outside world I was perceived as an ordinary heterosexual female. There was nothing about me that screamed gay. No trendy short hair cut, no American Apparel unisex underwear, I didn't wear ties, and I certainly didn't drive a Subaru.
I had awkwardly browsed a few lesbian bars here and there but the reality was, I was way to shy to talk to anyone I found even remotely attractive. If I was going to do this, the internet was the perfect starting point!
So, the second that site was launched, I eagerly put together the most alluring yet non-desperate Chart profile I could. Man, I couldn’t wait for the babes to start rollin in and my new life to start. It was only a matter of time before I too was living in a financially unrealistic, West Hollywood craftsman with a hot sexually androgynous roommate. It was only matter of time before I was living next to my very own Bette and Tina. I couldn’t wait to meet up with all my friends who, oddly enough, seemed to take coffee breaks at the same time during the middle of the work day at our favorite café/night club. Yep, it was only a matter of time until I to was living the Weho lesbian dream. …….Or so I thought. This proved to be a little bit trickier than I had originally anticipated. I didn’t exactly hit the jackpot right away. There was no magical brand new lesbian life equipped with my favorite L Word character counterparts. There wasn’t a message inbox full of invitations from Marina or Alice look a likes, no Dana’s a knockin to be my new bff, and definitely no Shane McCutcheons to fall in love with even though I knew they would smash my heart into a million pieces. Nope, this whole chart idea I had was a good one but it wasn’t going to be an over night success. I did, however, at least manage to get a few cute girls to accept my friend request (whoo hoo) and one of them, much to my shear joy and relief, lead to an actual, bonafied, real live night out with a girl. SCORE!!!!
-Lesbian X
The L Word. It took all of 5 minutes and I was hooked. Sucked in by these women and their …..I don’t know…everything!!! I loved everything about them. I wanted to either know them, be them, sleep with them, live next door to them and I sure as hell wanted to hang out at the Planet with them. I watched episode after episode, until I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and the second I woke up in the morning, I watched some more! All of the uncertainty I felt after sleeping with Daisy was shattered in one 50 min episode and the question now was….what was I going to do about it?? How was I going to get myself a piece of that life? And so, after I watched all of the 3 seasons that had aired at this point, I gathered as much courage as I could muster up and joined a short lived social networking system called “Our Chart”. Oh yeah, that’s right, I did it… and I’d do it again!!
For those of you reading that may have been living under a rock or were possibly trapped in some third world, Showtime-less country during that time, “Our Chart” was an L Word plot line turned actual lesbian networking site. On the show it was a way for Alice to show the connections between her circle of friends with any and all other lesbian circles that happened to exist. A social experiment if you will, a gay six degrees of Kevin Bacon. Type in someone’s name and see how many people it takes to connect you to that person.
In real life, though, it was an easy way to pick up chicks and I couldn’t sign up fast enough. This was my ticket in, this was a sure fire way to manifest my own circle of friends. It’s tough when you’re first starting out. You don’t anyone, you don’t know where to hang out, where to go to meet girls, find love, get laid. Especially if you aren’t a totally obvious dyke (or T.O.D as I like to refer to them). To the outside world I was perceived as an ordinary heterosexual female. There was nothing about me that screamed gay. No trendy short hair cut, no American Apparel unisex underwear, I didn't wear ties, and I certainly didn't drive a Subaru.
I had awkwardly browsed a few lesbian bars here and there but the reality was, I was way to shy to talk to anyone I found even remotely attractive. If I was going to do this, the internet was the perfect starting point!
So, the second that site was launched, I eagerly put together the most alluring yet non-desperate Chart profile I could. Man, I couldn’t wait for the babes to start rollin in and my new life to start. It was only a matter of time before I too was living in a financially unrealistic, West Hollywood craftsman with a hot sexually androgynous roommate. It was only matter of time before I was living next to my very own Bette and Tina. I couldn’t wait to meet up with all my friends who, oddly enough, seemed to take coffee breaks at the same time during the middle of the work day at our favorite café/night club. Yep, it was only a matter of time until I to was living the Weho lesbian dream. …….Or so I thought. This proved to be a little bit trickier than I had originally anticipated. I didn’t exactly hit the jackpot right away. There was no magical brand new lesbian life equipped with my favorite L Word character counterparts. There wasn’t a message inbox full of invitations from Marina or Alice look a likes, no Dana’s a knockin to be my new bff, and definitely no Shane McCutcheons to fall in love with even though I knew they would smash my heart into a million pieces. Nope, this whole chart idea I had was a good one but it wasn’t going to be an over night success. I did, however, at least manage to get a few cute girls to accept my friend request (whoo hoo) and one of them, much to my shear joy and relief, lead to an actual, bonafied, real live night out with a girl. SCORE!!!!
-Lesbian X
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Shane Factor…. Realized
Blog #4
“The Boys Wanna be her, the Girls Wanna be her”, famous last words sung by Peaches during, what in my opinion, was the best moment in television history and quite possibly, my entire life. I am talking, of course, about the infamous L Word scene in which Shane, played by the electric Kate Moennig, shoots an add for Hugo Boss in nothing but a pair of boy's tighty whiteys and a smirk.
Now during the 6 seasons that show was on the air, The Falcon, a Hollywood night Club on Sunset Blvd., had a viewing party every Sunday in which they played the newest episode of the show. That was where I saw this magical scene and gift to the world for the very first time.
We all sat watching one of the 3 screens that aired the show with our jaws dropped open and our hearts pounding. We were hypnotized, mesmerized as she moved and posed for the camera in her underwear. Her body was perfection. She was sexy as all fucking hell and if she wasn’t already the reason why no girl would ever be good enough for you , she was about to be.
This is a little something I call “The Shane Factor” and she, along with the rest of the cast, were to be the awakening I had been waiting for.
It all started of innocently enough, I had spent the last 2 days moving into my new apartment across from The Roosevelt Hotel and was too exhausted to do anything other than veg out. I lied on my bed and decided to take advantage of every indulgence provided by cable TV. I casually browsed through the On Demand menu until, at last, I struck gold. The L Word huh? Hmmmm….I had seen billboards around town….that’s the show about lesbians. INTERESTING. Would it be totally creepy and weird of me to watch it alone in my room? I mean, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Was there going to be outright girl on girl action? I was kind of embarrassed considering my conquest with Daisy which had happened about 6 months before but then I thought to myself, “what the hell“. It’s not like I had just popped in a porno, this was Showtime for god’s sake!! This was a reputable, award winning network and, therefore, completely socially acceptable. And so, in the privacy of my own room, behind a securely locked door (I know because I checked about 50 times) …… I pushed play……
What happened next literally changed my life forever. If I had ever had any doubts, if I were ever to play off Daisy as a mere sexual experimentation, I was about to know 100 percent for sure that I was totally and completely gay.
-Lesbian X
“The Boys Wanna be her, the Girls Wanna be her”, famous last words sung by Peaches during, what in my opinion, was the best moment in television history and quite possibly, my entire life. I am talking, of course, about the infamous L Word scene in which Shane, played by the electric Kate Moennig, shoots an add for Hugo Boss in nothing but a pair of boy's tighty whiteys and a smirk.
Now during the 6 seasons that show was on the air, The Falcon, a Hollywood night Club on Sunset Blvd., had a viewing party every Sunday in which they played the newest episode of the show. That was where I saw this magical scene and gift to the world for the very first time.
We all sat watching one of the 3 screens that aired the show with our jaws dropped open and our hearts pounding. We were hypnotized, mesmerized as she moved and posed for the camera in her underwear. Her body was perfection. She was sexy as all fucking hell and if she wasn’t already the reason why no girl would ever be good enough for you , she was about to be.
This is a little something I call “The Shane Factor” and she, along with the rest of the cast, were to be the awakening I had been waiting for.
It all started of innocently enough, I had spent the last 2 days moving into my new apartment across from The Roosevelt Hotel and was too exhausted to do anything other than veg out. I lied on my bed and decided to take advantage of every indulgence provided by cable TV. I casually browsed through the On Demand menu until, at last, I struck gold. The L Word huh? Hmmmm….I had seen billboards around town….that’s the show about lesbians. INTERESTING. Would it be totally creepy and weird of me to watch it alone in my room? I mean, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Was there going to be outright girl on girl action? I was kind of embarrassed considering my conquest with Daisy which had happened about 6 months before but then I thought to myself, “what the hell“. It’s not like I had just popped in a porno, this was Showtime for god’s sake!! This was a reputable, award winning network and, therefore, completely socially acceptable. And so, in the privacy of my own room, behind a securely locked door (I know because I checked about 50 times) …… I pushed play……
What happened next literally changed my life forever. If I had ever had any doubts, if I were ever to play off Daisy as a mere sexual experimentation, I was about to know 100 percent for sure that I was totally and completely gay.
-Lesbian X
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Shane Factor
Blog # 3
Well my very first lesbian experience had happened and, although, in my mind it would change me forever, somehow, it seemed unreal.... like a distant memory or a wild dream that occurred after too much sugar before bed time. I wasn’t sure what it meant or even if it was OK. Was I gay? Was I about to leave everything I knew about love, sex and relationships behind to embark on an entirely new world or was this a one time thing, a sexual experiment that most young single women of my generation had already tangoed with? In fact, I may have been the last person I knew to cross over to the other side, even if just for kicks. All I knew was that there was some part of me that was entirely captivated by the experience and was secretly wishing to take another shot at it.
The concern I had, although now seems completely ridiculous, was “what would other people say”? What would my best friend say? Would she be all for the idea and be my sidekick in all lesbian endeavors, or would she be repulsed and horrified by my recent conquest. It mattered!! It did. I wish I could say that I was so confident in my self that I threw caution to the wind regardless of other’s opinions on the matter, but in this instance, on this topic, I was a total pussy. When the opportunity with Daisy presented itself for a second time I panicked and completely whimped out. One time sex with a girl was one thing. It was me being wild and free. It was me being a sexual badass who would casually mention to friends over brunch, “oh yeah! I slept with a girl once. No biggie. You know me, am crazy and unpredictable and you never know what I’ll do next”. It was my way of sticking my middle finger up at the moral majority and telling the world “hey, I’m cool, I’m totally worldly and awesome. In fact I banged a girl once, just to see what it was like“. But in reality, that night haunted me. It did change me. I now saw women in a completely different light. Every semi pretty/cool girl to come my way was a possible next girl I was going to sleep with. Even if they didn’t know it yet.
I had tasted the other side and man it tasted sweet yet I couldn’t think past that internal present desire. All I could do was keep it to myself until I figured out if a) it was ok, and b) what place it was going to take in my life.
And, sadly, this went on for some time. I had, oh so unsmoothly, declined on Dasiy’s next proposal out of shear and total cowardliness and, most definitely, to the eventual decline in our friendship. But although I had passed up her second advance, I was secretly on the lookout for the next belle de jour.
It was easy and harmless while living only inside of my private thoughts but what it would mutate into after actually acting on these inclinations was another beast all unto itself.
It was a blind dive into dark and unknown waters, and it took me almost another year to take that leap. I was waiting for something to tip the scales, waiting for something; a sign, a feeling, a moment that would awaken in me an absolute recognition that I was, in fact, gay.
Well, this moment came to me one unexpected night, one unassuming evening when I moved into a new apartment. And what happened next is a little something I like to refer to as “The Shane Factor”.
-Lesbian X
Well my very first lesbian experience had happened and, although, in my mind it would change me forever, somehow, it seemed unreal.... like a distant memory or a wild dream that occurred after too much sugar before bed time. I wasn’t sure what it meant or even if it was OK. Was I gay? Was I about to leave everything I knew about love, sex and relationships behind to embark on an entirely new world or was this a one time thing, a sexual experiment that most young single women of my generation had already tangoed with? In fact, I may have been the last person I knew to cross over to the other side, even if just for kicks. All I knew was that there was some part of me that was entirely captivated by the experience and was secretly wishing to take another shot at it.
The concern I had, although now seems completely ridiculous, was “what would other people say”? What would my best friend say? Would she be all for the idea and be my sidekick in all lesbian endeavors, or would she be repulsed and horrified by my recent conquest. It mattered!! It did. I wish I could say that I was so confident in my self that I threw caution to the wind regardless of other’s opinions on the matter, but in this instance, on this topic, I was a total pussy. When the opportunity with Daisy presented itself for a second time I panicked and completely whimped out. One time sex with a girl was one thing. It was me being wild and free. It was me being a sexual badass who would casually mention to friends over brunch, “oh yeah! I slept with a girl once. No biggie. You know me, am crazy and unpredictable and you never know what I’ll do next”. It was my way of sticking my middle finger up at the moral majority and telling the world “hey, I’m cool, I’m totally worldly and awesome. In fact I banged a girl once, just to see what it was like“. But in reality, that night haunted me. It did change me. I now saw women in a completely different light. Every semi pretty/cool girl to come my way was a possible next girl I was going to sleep with. Even if they didn’t know it yet.
I had tasted the other side and man it tasted sweet yet I couldn’t think past that internal present desire. All I could do was keep it to myself until I figured out if a) it was ok, and b) what place it was going to take in my life.
And, sadly, this went on for some time. I had, oh so unsmoothly, declined on Dasiy’s next proposal out of shear and total cowardliness and, most definitely, to the eventual decline in our friendship. But although I had passed up her second advance, I was secretly on the lookout for the next belle de jour.
It was easy and harmless while living only inside of my private thoughts but what it would mutate into after actually acting on these inclinations was another beast all unto itself.
It was a blind dive into dark and unknown waters, and it took me almost another year to take that leap. I was waiting for something to tip the scales, waiting for something; a sign, a feeling, a moment that would awaken in me an absolute recognition that I was, in fact, gay.
Well, this moment came to me one unexpected night, one unassuming evening when I moved into a new apartment. And what happened next is a little something I like to refer to as “The Shane Factor”.
-Lesbian X
Monday, July 19, 2010
"About Last Night"
Blog #2
Okay, okay, so I left you hanging but what’s life without a little anticipation? So, let’s see, we left off with super hot Daisy taking my curious little ass home for a night of drunken, naked, amazing, mind blowing full on lesbian sex….or so I thought.
Now the kissing started and it was stellar to say the least. I loved it, I loved everything about it AND her. Soft lips, soft skin, she smelled good, I mean, I couldn’t believe I had been missing out on this shit for so long. All the razor burn, and turbo tongue, and stinky sweaty man kisses now seemed down right wrong to me and almost hilarious that I had been participating in them for so long. Not to mention the fact that they were considered the smooching norm. I mean why anyone would choose to kiss someone with sandpaper for skin over the velvety feel of a woman’s cheek is beyond me.
Anyway, so we’ve established the kissing was good. But Daisy didn’t drag me home to kiss all night…. She wanted it and so did I (?) Wait I thought I did, right, cuz this was it…the moment of truth….no going back now. If I had any objections now would be the time to speak up. I was about to have my very first lesbian experience and while I came here of my own free will, I mean, I practically threw out everyone that had come back to her place after the bar, I had to stop for just a second to make sure I was totally and completely ready to dive in head first (literally as the case may be).
Uh.....Yep!! Fuck it, life is too short right?!? I had this super hot chick throwing herself at me, what did I have to loose?? In fact, I can’t believe I even hesitated…..game on!!
So this was really it. I was here and she was all sexy, and I was up for anything.
There was one teeny tiny problem though….
Truth be told, as absolutely into it as I was, I have to admit, I was scared shittless. What the hell was I supposed to do to this beautiful woman to get her off?? I mean it seems simple enough; just do what YOU like, but the shear intimidation of the task at hand had me sweatin it big time.
I thought it would come naturally, like some how, some way, the Heavens would part and the Universe would strike down upon me the magical lesbian powers I would need to rock this bitch’s world. EEEER!! Wrong. So wrong. So very very wrong.
It was my turn and I all I could think of was “thank god she is wasted and probably wont remember how bad I was in the morning.
And as it turns out, that’s exactly what happened.
We both passed out mid drunk sloppy girl sex…..Thank God!!
It was an excellent first attempt but let’s just say that neither of us would be bragging about the night of amazing sex we had. It would definitely be the ol' "I kind of remember but I'm not exactly sure" rundown when recounting the story the next day to our besties.
And when we woke up in the morning, it wasn’t the beautiful entanglement of two naked women bodies that had been making sweet sweet love all night long. It was the rising of two hungover, head pounding, make up smeared girls who had gotten way to drunk the night before and boned....kind of.
But to my surprise, instead of being awkward as it so commonly is "the morning after”, it was the opposite. Instead of sneaking out, gathered underthings in hand, or that ever so uncomfortable conversation beginning with, "About last night", we laid in bed joking about the night before and reminiscing on all the silly moments. It was easy and fun the way it always is when you hang out with a good friend. All in all, first lesbian sexual experience was a success! I wasn’t sure what it was going to mean for me, but It was only a matter of time before I was to find out.
-Lesbian X
Okay, okay, so I left you hanging but what’s life without a little anticipation? So, let’s see, we left off with super hot Daisy taking my curious little ass home for a night of drunken, naked, amazing, mind blowing full on lesbian sex….or so I thought.
Now the kissing started and it was stellar to say the least. I loved it, I loved everything about it AND her. Soft lips, soft skin, she smelled good, I mean, I couldn’t believe I had been missing out on this shit for so long. All the razor burn, and turbo tongue, and stinky sweaty man kisses now seemed down right wrong to me and almost hilarious that I had been participating in them for so long. Not to mention the fact that they were considered the smooching norm. I mean why anyone would choose to kiss someone with sandpaper for skin over the velvety feel of a woman’s cheek is beyond me.
Anyway, so we’ve established the kissing was good. But Daisy didn’t drag me home to kiss all night…. She wanted it and so did I (?) Wait I thought I did, right, cuz this was it…the moment of truth….no going back now. If I had any objections now would be the time to speak up. I was about to have my very first lesbian experience and while I came here of my own free will, I mean, I practically threw out everyone that had come back to her place after the bar, I had to stop for just a second to make sure I was totally and completely ready to dive in head first (literally as the case may be).
Uh.....Yep!! Fuck it, life is too short right?!? I had this super hot chick throwing herself at me, what did I have to loose?? In fact, I can’t believe I even hesitated…..game on!!
So this was really it. I was here and she was all sexy, and I was up for anything.
There was one teeny tiny problem though….
Truth be told, as absolutely into it as I was, I have to admit, I was scared shittless. What the hell was I supposed to do to this beautiful woman to get her off?? I mean it seems simple enough; just do what YOU like, but the shear intimidation of the task at hand had me sweatin it big time.
I thought it would come naturally, like some how, some way, the Heavens would part and the Universe would strike down upon me the magical lesbian powers I would need to rock this bitch’s world. EEEER!! Wrong. So wrong. So very very wrong.
It was my turn and I all I could think of was “thank god she is wasted and probably wont remember how bad I was in the morning.
And as it turns out, that’s exactly what happened.
We both passed out mid drunk sloppy girl sex…..Thank God!!
It was an excellent first attempt but let’s just say that neither of us would be bragging about the night of amazing sex we had. It would definitely be the ol' "I kind of remember but I'm not exactly sure" rundown when recounting the story the next day to our besties.
And when we woke up in the morning, it wasn’t the beautiful entanglement of two naked women bodies that had been making sweet sweet love all night long. It was the rising of two hungover, head pounding, make up smeared girls who had gotten way to drunk the night before and boned....kind of.
But to my surprise, instead of being awkward as it so commonly is "the morning after”, it was the opposite. Instead of sneaking out, gathered underthings in hand, or that ever so uncomfortable conversation beginning with, "About last night", we laid in bed joking about the night before and reminiscing on all the silly moments. It was easy and fun the way it always is when you hang out with a good friend. All in all, first lesbian sexual experience was a success! I wasn’t sure what it was going to mean for me, but It was only a matter of time before I was to find out.
-Lesbian X
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I kissed a Girl and I Liked It
Blog #1
Hi there. Welcome to Blog 1 of Lesbian X and the City; A format to discuss the in's and out’s of what I have known to become "the lesbian circle". More or less, it is a vehicle to explore everything that comes with being a gay lady from first loves to first heartbreaks, from friendship to friends with benefits, from the backstabbing and trash talking to everything in between. So who am I, you ask? Well, let's see. Ok, put it this way; If Carrie Bradshaw and Blair Waldorf's cell phone had a baby, and that baby was gay, and that gay baby said, "peace out East coast, I‘m headed out to (gasp) LA", you would have me!! Just your typical gal with a flare for gossip looking for love and sex in the big city. Girl love and girl sex that is.
It wasn't always the ladylovin I was after though. In fact I had no idea I was anything close to gay until my early 20's…not a clue. So what was the defining moment, you may wonder? The grand event that rocked my world so hard that I would give up the convenience and hierarchy of being a card caring member of the heterosexual world??
Well, it was more like a gradual progression, I’d say, then one monumentous event that swung my pendulum in the queer direction.... and it all started about 5 years ago.
So, I was living up North trapped in a troubled and, quite frankly, sexless relationship, absolutely miserable and with nothing to loose. I decided to flee my romantic woes along with tragic pale skin in search of sunshine, yoga, vegan food, and, of course, true love.
Now the Kundalini and tempeh were easy enough. The sunshine a given! But LOVE.....now there's where it got tricky.
So picture me now, tan, healthy, SINGLE and in LA!! What was a girl to do? Well let me tell you, I did what any red blooded American woman would do…..I went out and got laid. A lot. As much as possible. You could say I maaaaay have gone a little nuts. Okay, let's call a spade a spade, I was seriously out o' control. Dating a different guy every night, getting it anyway and from anyone I could. I was finally free and this sex starved little lady was up for just about anything. Including, it turns out, for some lesbian action.
Now just a casual little flirting from a close friend is where it really began. A friend who had been known to dip her cute little toes in the lesbian pool from time to time. We’ll call her Daisy. Now Daisy had insisted that I come meet her out to go dancing one night and per usual she was pretty tippsy when I arrived. Okay, that's a lie, she was totally hammered, and to my surprise, hell bent on taking me home. Now Daisy, I should tell you that this point was beyond gorgeous as well as wildly persistent and one thing was for sure, I wasn't about to stand in her way. I'll admit it, in the recent years, I had become a little curious, and if this girl wanted to take me home and have a little fun, I was all for it!!
And there you have it! ……..
What?? You wanted details? Oh no, not on the first blog. You will just have to stay tuned to find out what happened when Miss Daisy drove me home. All I can tell you is “I kissed a girl and I liked it!”
-Lesbian X
Hi there. Welcome to Blog 1 of Lesbian X and the City; A format to discuss the in's and out’s of what I have known to become "the lesbian circle". More or less, it is a vehicle to explore everything that comes with being a gay lady from first loves to first heartbreaks, from friendship to friends with benefits, from the backstabbing and trash talking to everything in between. So who am I, you ask? Well, let's see. Ok, put it this way; If Carrie Bradshaw and Blair Waldorf's cell phone had a baby, and that baby was gay, and that gay baby said, "peace out East coast, I‘m headed out to (gasp) LA", you would have me!! Just your typical gal with a flare for gossip looking for love and sex in the big city. Girl love and girl sex that is.
It wasn't always the ladylovin I was after though. In fact I had no idea I was anything close to gay until my early 20's…not a clue. So what was the defining moment, you may wonder? The grand event that rocked my world so hard that I would give up the convenience and hierarchy of being a card caring member of the heterosexual world??
Well, it was more like a gradual progression, I’d say, then one monumentous event that swung my pendulum in the queer direction.... and it all started about 5 years ago.
So, I was living up North trapped in a troubled and, quite frankly, sexless relationship, absolutely miserable and with nothing to loose. I decided to flee my romantic woes along with tragic pale skin in search of sunshine, yoga, vegan food, and, of course, true love.
Now the Kundalini and tempeh were easy enough. The sunshine a given! But LOVE.....now there's where it got tricky.
So picture me now, tan, healthy, SINGLE and in LA!! What was a girl to do? Well let me tell you, I did what any red blooded American woman would do…..I went out and got laid. A lot. As much as possible. You could say I maaaaay have gone a little nuts. Okay, let's call a spade a spade, I was seriously out o' control. Dating a different guy every night, getting it anyway and from anyone I could. I was finally free and this sex starved little lady was up for just about anything. Including, it turns out, for some lesbian action.
Now just a casual little flirting from a close friend is where it really began. A friend who had been known to dip her cute little toes in the lesbian pool from time to time. We’ll call her Daisy. Now Daisy had insisted that I come meet her out to go dancing one night and per usual she was pretty tippsy when I arrived. Okay, that's a lie, she was totally hammered, and to my surprise, hell bent on taking me home. Now Daisy, I should tell you that this point was beyond gorgeous as well as wildly persistent and one thing was for sure, I wasn't about to stand in her way. I'll admit it, in the recent years, I had become a little curious, and if this girl wanted to take me home and have a little fun, I was all for it!!
And there you have it! ……..
What?? You wanted details? Oh no, not on the first blog. You will just have to stay tuned to find out what happened when Miss Daisy drove me home. All I can tell you is “I kissed a girl and I liked it!”
-Lesbian X
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