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, having a mind packed with acid-blonde-hair dropping into faded-blue-eyes and a face defined by cheekbones therefore sharp they are able to destroy a person.
I would personally imagine exactly just exactly what our relationship would look like: we might be energy babes whom slayed within our careers that are enviable time and hung call at dimly-lit whiskey pubs by having a bevy of celebrity dykes when the sun goes down.
We might be fiercely in love with no other entity could ever stay the possibility at disrupting our unbreakable bond. Continue reading “Things Wef Only I Experienced Known About Lesbian Relationships, Once I Had Been A Child Lez”