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God doesn't love lesbians?

So, the first official comment tonight on my blog from someone not happy with my GAY GAY GAY lifestyle choices.
Ahem, sorry. I just love telling people the truth. The truth that I'm super gay. I love women. Beautiful, smart, strong, women who rock my world.
I suspected this would happen eventually as my blog has BLOWN UP in popularity(3000 views in one month). Yup, I said 3000.

Ryan,
You don't like that I'm a lesbian?
I don't like your judgemental disposition.
Oh, and the only "wrong" thing I ever did was lie about who I was for 27 years.
Have to go see my gorgeous girlfriend now. Ciao.

The blog post and his comment is here:
http://brandymars.blogspot.ca/2014/08/sex-drugs-and-falling-in-love.html?showComment=1408589986949




Lesbian Diction Class With Brandy. Partner vs girlfriend.

Happy Sunday morning people! How are you? Do you need some Advil and vernacular clarity? 
Step into my lesbi-dictionary. 

Her: Do you have a boyfriend?

(I already told her twice that I have a girlfriend)

Me: No, I have a girlfriend....like.....a girlfriend.....I'm gay

Her: Ohhhhhhh!!!
Me: Yaaaa!!! Haha
We both laugh. 

Do we have to use the word "partner"? 
I really don't want to. It sounds like we are joint owners of a door-to-door vacuum repair shop. 


What It's Like Being A Lesbian In A Dress

Hey guys! Your gay ambassador here!


Lately I have been hearing a lot about fem-invisibility. Basically lesbians who don't "look like" lesbians and are tired of not being acknowledged as queer and are getting no action.
I hear your cries. Don't defenestrate yourself! We are going to figure this out together! 
It's true people- some of us like pedicures and making out with girls. It's a real thing.
How do we solve this problem? Not acknowledging fem's just strengthens these stereotypes. We shouldn't have to shave our heads, head to Brooks brothers for button-up shirts, and stop wearing mascara. I like mascara, darn it!
In a way though, I am like Clark Kent. Heterosexual on the outside. Lady lover insides. I can go freely about without being hassled. No one see's me buying mangoes and thinks, "Sodomite! She must have a girlfriend!" And not being able to buy mangoes peacefully would be soooo sad because mangoes are one of my favourite things in the entire universe. I would solely eat mangoes if I could. In fact recently I accidentally did this out of passion for the delicious fruit of wonder and then one day I was driving home from the dog park and started craving protein sooooooo badly. I was like Gollum and I swear if there had been a salmon in front of me I would have clubbed it on the head and eaten it right then and there.....it was my inner Kraken
myyyypreciousssssssssssessssssss
....anyways!
Then we get to fem lessie dating. I can tell you first hand that a lot of people thought I was not gay when I was with my first girlfriend 3ish years ago. I have long hair. I listen to girly pop/hip-hop/fluffy rock music a lot. I drive a cute red car. I love wine. I have a fufffy white dog named after Bettie Page. Half my clothes are pink... shall I go on? You get the picture.
I'm super curious to hear what you guys think of fem invisibility as it is something I have been musing on for the past couple days. What do we do to make it more acceptable for women to keep their "femininity" and to be taken seriously as a queer lady? I use quotes there because also, you don't have to wear pink to be "feminine".
I haven't experienced this yet but I have also heard about lesbian women not accepting fem's into their social circle simply because they are fem's and don't seem "gay" enough. Personally, if that's someone entire basis of deciding if they want to be my friend then I'm down with passing on their friendship anyways. People are people. Hang out with people who rock your world! And share your mangoes with them. And don't club fish on the head.
Amen.
Check out my unique, funny, LGBTQ greeting cards here:

Pork, Rainbow Balloons, And One Sexy Girlfriend

Loud Portuguese music in the background. Smells like pork and cold fries. Women in flip flops roam about with tiny plastic glasses of wine.

Male friend I was scared to tell I was gay: "No one expects I'm a smoker."
Me: "No one expects I'm gay. But I am."
Him: "Hmmmm. Wait, what?"(confused/surprised expression)
Me: "I have a girlfriend."
Him: "Oh wow."
Me:"She's soooooo cute."
Him: "I'm not surprised because you are so cute!"
Me: Awww haha thanks. She is the best.
Him: You should have invited her
Me: I was nervous to tell you
Him: Why?
Me: I don't know haha
Him: It's totally all good

And then I came home to my mailbox literally full of rainbow balloons and glitter. Literally.
Telling the truth about being gay is the best thing I have ever done in my entire life. Bringing down the walls guys. Bring 'em down.

What It's Like Being A Lesbian Fashion Designer

I know I have been talking a lot lately about being gaaaaaay. But ya know what? I kept it all inside for 27 years. In fact hiding it pretty much became me. For example, here is typical dialogue I would have in my head while casually shopping:
"Oooo! Cute tank top! High-low hem! It fits well! Nice print on the front of tropical birds. Maybe I should buy it. But it's grey melange. Grey...hummm......is that a lesbian thing? What if someone from work see's it and they figure out that I'm gay. Omg no one likes lesbians! My life will be over! This grey tank top will ruin my life! AHHH!!! Get me out of this store!"

Whooooahhh, eh? So ya. My life is much much simpler now. I feel calm. And the words are pouring out of me now that it's not taking my ENTIRE being to hide this one teeeeny tiiiiiny part of myself.
Plus, dating women is the best thing ever. Ever.
Ever.
And I want to share that with all of you!
Because you are beautiful and lovely and supportive.

Coming out is the most terrifying thing I have ever done. More terrifying than when I was 20 years old and moved to New York alone with only $500 in my pocket and lived with 3 other girls in a one bedroom apartment and slept on a 1 ft wide blow up river raft which would deflate during the night and I did an unpaid internship in Soho and then one of the 3 roommates got MRSA(anti-biotic resistant flesh eating disease) and I had to flee the country. Yup. Scarier than that! So scary I had to create the world's longest run-on-nightcap-of-a-sentence!!! The response I've received from both my new fashion design job and with friends and family has literally been 100% positive.

So on that note I shall say goodnight. Have a great week you guys and also thanks for all the support you have been showing me. Love.

For more about me coming out of the closet:

Tinder Vs. Plenty Of Fish. Notes from a seasoned sailor-ess.

TINDER:
She punches me in the arm. Kinda hard. It hurts but she follows it up with, "Shut up! You are so cute. You make me nervous." And then she giggles. We both cheshire cat smile. Cobbles underneath our feet. I was teasing her about something-hence the punch-but I can't remember what now....she has nice hair. I'm distracted. Old staircases hang off the heritage buildings. "Want a sip of my beer?"She raises her eyebrows. Eyebrows. We talk about eyebrows. Bits of the night fly back into my memory. Yes, she has man eyebrows she says. We laugh. We laugh and laugh and laugh. This is good. More of this please.

Instant rewind 4 years:
PLENTY OF FISH:
He opens the door. 35 pairs of sneakers in boxes arranged  by his front door. He says he is a nurse. Riiiiight. You aren't fooling anyone buddy, but ok. We sit on his couch. I have known him for about 30 minutes.
Him: "Do you have any piercings?"
Me: "Ears, you?"
He pulls out his Netherlands from his pants to show me it is pierced.
Me: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
I leave.
Who does that on a first date?! WHO?! Gross.