SaturGay Paper
-7 months ago-
Me: Which one is better? Chocolate or vanilla?
Her: Chocolate
Me: Sounds good
-I curl all 3 newspapers together and tuck them under my arm as she hands me a bowl of vegan ice cream in a small pink dish-
I sit at a wooden table and carefully lay all the papers face down. I strategically take the paper about "Gay Pride Week" and insert it into the regular paper.
Believe me, the irony of this, does not escape me.
This is exactly why when a middle aged man recently told me my blog was "too gay" my first reaction was embarrassment..... followed by a considerate amount of consideration..... followed by anger.
There are a million blogs about being hetero!
There aren't a million blogs about being a 27 year old femme lesbian fashion designer. And I suspect (due to it's recent soar in popularity) that for a lot of LGBT people this blog has become a home for them and perhaps a place of refuge- the same way hiding my gay newspaper inside another newspaper was my refuge once.
Me: Which one is better? Chocolate or vanilla?
Her: Chocolate
Me: Sounds good
-I curl all 3 newspapers together and tuck them under my arm as she hands me a bowl of vegan ice cream in a small pink dish-
I sit at a wooden table and carefully lay all the papers face down. I strategically take the paper about "Gay Pride Week" and insert it into the regular paper.
Believe me, the irony of this, does not escape me.
This is exactly why when a middle aged man recently told me my blog was "too gay" my first reaction was embarrassment..... followed by a considerate amount of consideration..... followed by anger.
There are a million blogs about being hetero!
There aren't a million blogs about being a 27 year old femme lesbian fashion designer. And I suspect (due to it's recent soar in popularity) that for a lot of LGBT people this blog has become a home for them and perhaps a place of refuge- the same way hiding my gay newspaper inside another newspaper was my refuge once.
So, Mr.
If my blog is "too gay" for you. Don't read it.
In the words of Mary Lambert, "I can't change, even if I tried. Even if I wanted to."
(this applies to me never wearing 2 socks that match and also to being a lesbian)
(Oh, and now I read my Gay Pride Week newspapers freely aaanywhere I damn well please;) haha)
Lesbian Colleague Hookup
Dear Fellow Lesbians,
Why I don't recommend sleeping with your hot lesbian colleagues (this is based on personal experience from years ago and not theory).
Why I don't recommend sleeping with your hot lesbian colleagues (this is based on personal experience from years ago and not theory).
Explained by THE Tim Gunn:
Basic butches
-he shakes his head-
Him: I can't believe you are single. Why don't you have a boyfriend?
-I look around awkwardly....I can tell where this is headed-
His wife dances around in her floppy hat
Me:....well......I'm gay
Him: Ahhhhhh ok! I was like, " Something must be wrong!"
Me: Nothing is wrong with me!
Him: You don't look gay
Is this guy for real?!
We come in all types, mmmk?
American Lesbian History
*Los Angeles*
-second year of Fashion School at FIDM, American history class-
Professor: Turn to chapter 5 for the civil war and refer to page 2 of your notes......
*his voice blurs out for what is maybe a milisecond, maybe a couple minutes*
She has long flowy hair like Jasmin from Aladdin and tiny beautiful bone structure like a ballet dancer. Once in pattern drafting class she leaned over to me and whispered, "Your hair is so nice, like a cloud!" into my ear. She looked straight into my eyes like she could see my soul and touched it with her left hand.
I'm shot into reality by my friend:
Him: That's not what you want. She's a total Princess. I know her.
-second year of Fashion School at FIDM, American history class-
Professor: Turn to chapter 5 for the civil war and refer to page 2 of your notes......
*his voice blurs out for what is maybe a milisecond, maybe a couple minutes*
She has long flowy hair like Jasmin from Aladdin and tiny beautiful bone structure like a ballet dancer. Once in pattern drafting class she leaned over to me and whispered, "Your hair is so nice, like a cloud!" into my ear. She looked straight into my eyes like she could see my soul and touched it with her left hand.
I'm shot into reality by my friend:
Him: That's not what you want. She's a total Princess. I know her.
Not a princess, she's a goddess.
Hopium, like opium
Meeting strangers:
As I enter the bar I see her.
We make eye contact.
She smiles.
I sit down beside her.
She is exquisitely cool and confident.
As I enter the bar I see her.
We make eye contact.
She smiles.
I sit down beside her.
She is exquisitely cool and confident.
Hopium, like opium.
Enchanted Lesbian Unicorn Band-Aid
On my way to work:
The only band-aid I could find in my apartment.
#lesbianproblems
