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feeling very confused since finding out male friend is into me

2020.08.14 11:49 whatsupwithgiraffes feeling very confused since finding out male friend is into me

background: early 2017 identified as bi, september 2017-2019 lesbian, 2019-today switching between lesbian, bi, and wlw. I”ve never dated anyone although I got mad ladies in elementary and didn’t go more than a month w out doing something gay B)
so clearly my sexuality has confused me in the past! I think it’s hard for me to figure out what I am because it’s like “attraction” (?) to men comes and goes. I go months seeking a guy (that I”ve never had a conversation with before) and it never goes anywhere bc i don’t talk to them. my “crushes” have never been on guys that I actually know, but I”ve never been sure if this is because I am friends with lots more girls. about 3 weeks ago, I started to become friends with W—a guy! he had been starting to flirt with me a little....like in messages, complimenting me, stuff like that. last tuesday it escalated. he was playing stuff on his phone and I asked him to stop playing it and he wouldn’t (it was a vid of me and my voice🤮) so I tapped his phone to turn off audio and he pulled his phone away so I had to lean over him??? at the time I didn’t mind it really. we had to sit closely together and it didn’t bother me? like it’s possible I enjoyed it?
but then later I was talking to him and my other pal that was there and he offered to carry me back to my pals car and that made me feel uncomfortable. when we walked back the three of us held hands together and I wasn’t necessarily into it. later that night my pal P told me that W has a crush on me. at first I was excited to find out someone was attracted to me and started picturing dating but as time went on and I discussed w P how I felt about W’s flaws I realized I wasn’t interested. I go to bed feeling uncomfortable and wake up and am repulsed by the thought of being with a guy, especially him. I feel gross just thinking about it and I dread seeing him again. with my previous “crushes” I at least could enjoy fantasizing about being in a relationship (mostly cuddling, sometimes nsfw—fantasy never included emotional intimacy) but I don’t like thinking about that at all now. I don’t even want guys to be into me in anyway. is it possible that W was unfortunate enough to awaken my inner lesbian? does it make sense that I”d be a lesbian? maybe I”ve just been in denial???
notes: P also told me she used to have a crush on me the same night she told me of W. P is ofc a lady, and although I am not interested in her I am not repulsed by her at all. we hung out earlier today and I had a great time and didn’t feel uncomfortable.
the way I feel right now is similar to how I felt when I identified as a lesbian but it’s like I”m even MORE homo! bc then sometimes I would begin a fantasy, but realize I did not want that irl. I”m not even fantasizing anymore period. in my uncertain times as of late I”ve found myself missing identifying as a lesbian and wishing I was completely confident in the fact I am lesbian.
what made me question myself in 2019 was there was this guy (again, not friends at all with him) that I would notice staring at me, and smiling. I brought it up to my sister and she noticed it too. this had been happening for a while, like half a year after me beginning to call myself lesbian. I fantasized abt him but chalked it up to comphet since irl I wasn’t interested. but in 2019 I thought that maybe I was starting to return interest? this is what prompted my confusion. on the flip side, what convinced me (atm) I wasn’t bi but was a lesbo was bc I didn’t want to marry a man. I have never wanted to marry a man.
also apologies for not flairing this I don’t have the app I”m on mobile in a web browser😫
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2020.07.21 11:48 binba_noam My coming out post for social media.

I don't know whether to post this because people already know I have a girlfriend and I've said I'm bi? Thoughts?
"I have been really concious of not wanting to contribute to bi-erasure (basically dismissing bisexuality as a stepping stone to coming out as gay) by saying the things I'm going to say, but I also want to get this off my chest. For a long time (since I was a teen) I liked women. I thought behaviours I had as a teen were normal - finding teen boys a bit grim, wanting to kiss my girl mates, having sex because I didn't want to be the last to "do it". Looking back at how I looked at boys then, I can not think of one boy in high school I genuinely fancied. Alarm bells, right? Wrong 😂 I had a fling with a very butch a-typical lesbian when I was 16, then proceeded to date guys after her. In between the dating men (yikes, there were a few) I had more 'flings' with women. Finally in my mid-twenties I told my friends I was probably bi. Then, I got married (yikes again). I did really well at sweeping my attraction to women under the rug, everyone just knew women were just more objectively attractive and I was definitely not a lesbian because Channing Tatum is a hottie. I also definitely felt love for 2 men I dated. I also think there is some level of fluidity to sexuality, which is controversial. There isn't a gay gene, that has ever been found, but there is definitely a component to sexuality in our genetics. I think that component in me was for women, but heteronormativity pushed me to dating men, because it didn't repulse me and some of the guys I dated were nice and good looking chaps. So sexuality is a combination of both nature AND nurture. See, not only is this obviously in built in me, but I'm actively choosing this - same sex relationships are amazing. Back to the fluidity... Things can become more intense over time. I've definitely liked men in the past, but now that switch feels completely turned off (fluidity). Now, dating a woman has really opened my eyes. Ohhhh, so this is what it's supposed to be like LOL. This is what corny poems are about. This is what attraction (not just finding someone astheticly attractive - as I have with men) is like. I remember when I first started dating Amber and I just wanted to like, buy her little gifts and flowers and write her letters and hold her hand (OH MY GOD I STILL SIT NEXT TO HER SOMETIMES AND IM LIKE OMG IM HOLDING A GIRLS HAND) and wanna do all this romantic, corny stuff. So yeah, in conclusion, I'm gay AF. Sorry I can't come out in some really emotional way, this is just who I am and it took me this long to get that it's super lesbo to wanna kiss girls."
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2020.07.21 11:48 binba_noam My coming out post for social media.

I don't know whether to post this because people already know I have a girlfriend and I've said I'm bi? Thoughts?
"I have been really concious of not wanting to contribute to bi-erasure (basically dismissing bisexuality as a stepping stone to coming out as gay) by saying the things I'm going to say, but I also want to get this off my chest. For a long time (since I was a teen) I liked women. I thought behaviours I had as a teen were normal - finding teen boys a bit grim, wanting to kiss my girl mates, having sex because I didn't want to be the last to "do it". Looking back at how I looked at boys then, I can not think of one boy in high school I genuinely fancied. Alarm bells, right? Wrong 😂 I had a fling with a very butch a-typical lesbian when I was 16, then proceeded to date guys after her. In between the dating men (yikes, there were a few) I had more 'flings' with women. Finally in my mid-twenties I told my friends I was probably bi. Then, I got married (yikes again). I did really well at sweeping my attraction to women under the rug, everyone just knew women were just more objectively attractive and I was definitely not a lesbian because Channing Tatum is a hottie. I also definitely felt love for 2 men I dated. I also think there is some level of fluidity to sexuality, which is controversial. There isn't a gay gene, that has ever been found, but there is definitely a component to sexuality in our genetics. I think that component in me was for women, but heteronormativity pushed me to dating men, because it didn't repulse me and some of the guys I dated were nice and good looking chaps. So sexuality is a combination of both nature AND nurture. See, not only is this obviously in built in me, but I'm actively choosing this - same sex relationships are amazing. Back to the fluidity... Things can become more intense over time. I've definitely liked men in the past, but now that switch feels completely turned off (fluidity). Now, dating a woman has really opened my eyes. Ohhhh, so this is what it's supposed to be like LOL. This is what corny poems are about. This is what attraction (not just finding someone astheticly attractive - as I have with men) is like. I remember when I first started dating Amber and I just wanted to like, buy her little gifts and flowers and write her letters and hold her hand (OH MY GOD I STILL SIT NEXT TO HER SOMETIMES AND IM LIKE OMG IM HOLDING A GIRLS HAND) and wanna do all this romantic, corny stuff. So yeah, in conclusion, I'm gay AF. Sorry I can't come out in some really emotional way, this is just who I am and it took me this long to get that it's super lesbo to wanna kiss girls."
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2020.06.14 00:21 yourpalnicolas73 There's A Gay Man Living Downstairs.

This is an interesting story. I’ve told it before, in various places, and I get a pretty good reception. I figured I should share this interesting tale with you. This story is a little disjointed but altogether it should make for an interesting recounting of the events that have taken place so far. This story is a bit risqué, I should mention.
The guy downstairs is gay. He has a guy over nearly every other night. I figured that with the quarantine he might have less guys over, but it seems he has just as many guys over as ever. I dunno how many guys he has over, the number ranges between two to seven. Somewhere in that range. They usually come over late at night.
How it goes is, a guy will come in in some fancy car, blasting music, he’ll park. Oftentimes I see the headlights of these cars, they’re a familiar sight as they turn into the vine-laden driveway. They park between the two derelict brick garages- the juxtaposition of these fly trendsetters with the archaic architecture is not lost on me, rest assured- and then they’ll get out, saunter through the gate, and down his stairs. It’s a fascinating occurrence, and these nocturnal flings have become a regular activity. I don’t know exactly what the first time was that he invited a guy over. It may have been ever since he moved in. These guys are usually of a similar build as him, very muscular and good looking, in their 30s. I have no idea where he finds these guys, in clubs or dating apps or what, but the arrival of a new paramour is as inevitable as a drop of rainwater in a bucket or the ticking of a clock- the guys just keep on coming.
He went to the trouble of soundproofing his ceiling. To drown out the noises of their passionate lovemaking, he plays the loudest music he possibly can, but it’s muffled by the ceiling. He’s very considerate like that, and it isn’t a nuisance whatsoever. As Paul Simon noted, “one man’s ceiling is another man’s floor”. It seems this gay fellow has taken that adage into account. He did a great job of it. I can barely even hear the music, much less the noises of them going down on each other. I dunno if that would even be very noisy, but who knows.
I must assume that with all these goings on down there he must be some kind of celebrity in the local circles, a stylish rogue with the party apartment. I sometimes think about all the gay guys talking about what a player he is, what a good time he showed them, etc. I wonder what his reputation is in the scene. It must be pretty good. I don’t know if he goes out much. I assume he probably does, maybe goes and gets a drink, maybe a button-down shirt with the buttons open so everyone can admire his musculature. I seriously doubt he’d attract so many guys if he stayed home all the time. Keep in mind, I’m talking pre-Covid. While guys still come over, he seems depressed somewhat. I can only assume he went to visit his guys sometimes also. And perhaps there were times when more than two of them were in the same room together, all going at it. I don’t know, what I see of him is scarce, but I do believe he leaves frequently. Maybe his apartment pad is nothing special, maybe it’s a carbon-copy of every other pad out there. I think, though, that it has a kind of repertoire among the community as the ultimate place to go when you want a good time. I don’t mean to say he’s a prostitute, or anything of that sort. I genuinely think he just wants to have at it with quite a few guys. Not an unhealthy amount of guys, but enough for variety. And that he does.
He’s been kinda sulky since the quarantine began. He sits out on his steps for hours at a time, walks around, etc. he’s probably going stir crazy. He must want some guys over. It seems most of these visits happened at night. But sometimes during the day. It’s been very common for me to walk in and notice some guy with a beard or whatnot standing down near the entrance to his lair, staring off into the distance or smoking. I can only assume this is the epilogue to a wild and crazy night of hijinks. Like I said, the guy downstairs is pretty voracious. I see lots of gay couples that are less polyamorous. I assume this guy is really into having the lower apartment, which is about halfway submerged below the Earth. It feels like a real party atmosphere. If it was the upper floor, they couldn’t bump around so much, but in the lower apartment, they can get down and dirty. No pun intended, of course.
In these affairs there is something of the knave who goes around, lustful and eager, always craving more. This microbial paranoia has put a real damper on his fun. The music has died down, the sound dampers are useless, and gone are the days of the sidewalk saunter to and fro, in and out, in a wide connected web of men. It seems that today the guy downstairs leads a solitary existence down there in his party room. He renovated it just so, to his tastes. He put small potted plants outside, he curtained the windows, He added a little screen near the door to avoid prying eyes. All this effort and time spent converting what was an average lower floor to a severely enticing and tempting room of passion- and this has put a stop to his plans. I wonder what he does in his spare time now that he can’t smooch anymore. I must be like torture to know that there are hundreds of big hunky men out there, but he can’t get any.
This is another interesting thing which happened. One night I noticed two ladies go down there along with a guy, and I wondered what that was all about, since the guy downstairs is almost certainly gay, he’s not bi. Then I realized they were probably lesbians. I figured it was a Homosexual double date of sorts. One of the women had glasses on, short bobbed hair, that sort of thing. Surely they were lesbians. The way they walked in unison, stayed together. I figured this sort of thing was pretty wholesome, two guys and two gals, double the same sex couples. That was a reasonable explanation, Lance didn’t discriminate with his party room, he let the Lesbos have a lot of fun also. I knew they must have been because the guy downstairs holds absolutely no interest in women. I assume lesbos are allowed in, but not straight fellas, which makes some sense. That might put a damper on the fun, especially if the straight fellas are homophobic. I assume they all had a jolly time down there, the Lesbian chicks and the Gay fellas. Very wholesome occurrence.
The other thing which happened with this fella was, I was out watering the plants, which I do regularly, once per day. Anyway, the guy was out there sunbathing, wearing almost nothing, lying on some sort of foldable cot, and what’s more, his massive bulge was fully visible. I didn’t notice him there until I was about two feet away, and it was a real shock. I assume he was also highly disturbed. I hope he was able to go on sunbathing. The rays are good this time of year. I dunno how I didn’t notice he was there. I guess he was being very quiet, relaxing and chilling, and here I came up with my big clunky watering can and ruined his vibes. I assume he was trying to get a tan with which he could attract some more big hunky men. From the brief glimpse I got of his musculature, he works out. Lots of muscles, but not so much that he’s tense.
His soundtrack on his loud music machine ranges from vibrant rock and roll to semi-acceptable dubstep to hardcore guitar. Many of these songs are nearly inaudible, they rise from the depths like murmurs in the night and fade away just as quickly, they fade from memory and from mind. But when the music is playing, one thing is for certain: He’s having a fun time, and there’s one or two guys down there with him, and possibly some lesbians also. I often wonder what his reputation is, as I said. To the best of my knowledge he enjoys having it out indoors. There’s a local park with an incredible Homosexual population and they all go at it under the pine trees, and from time to time condoms are found. This is barely even a rumor. I found a condom once. Most fellows know that if you’re gay, the park is the place to be, for a nice night under the stars with not much light pollution and a near zero chance of anyone finding you. Recently, though, a curfew has been put on the park, saying that nobody’s allowed in the park after 10 P.M. I find this a grave injustice, as no other parks in the city have this obscene rule. It seems like blatant discrimination just because the park is surrounded by a gay population. Who’s to say straight people don’t make out in the other parks? If someone with no interest in sodomy such as myself wants to have a pleasant walk in the park at night, it’s made illegal. And for the gay fellas who just want to have a jolly romp, this act is made criminal by some very homophobic restriction. So long as the fellas do it under the pine trees in relative darkness so nobody can see them, and they remove the condoms, I dunno what’s so bad about it. The park was an icon of sorts for gay fellows, with its Grecian architecture and marble villas, it was very conducive to a fling. It gave the city some personality, some atmosphere, to know that on any given night there could be Gay fellas making out in the dirt and crisp pine needles. Now with the curfew on the park any hopes a couple might have had of partaking in this age-old tradition have been lost.
I think often about this fella. His attire is good and he clearly knows what he’s doing when it comes to forming a healthy relationship. And not only does he manage to be polyamorous, he manages to keep all these guys. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a squabble down there. They may have had some quarrels, but if they did it would be drowned out by the loud music. I think whatever they do, it must not require any talking.
I dunno much about the scene as I’m not gay, but I figure he must get mentioned a lot among his comrades as someone who really knows how to throw a fun time. A jolly romp, a cavalcade of ecstasy. He’s a real romantic. What with the sheer amount of guys who visit him and how much they seem into it, I must assume the floor below be is a mythic location amongst the local crowd. I may be wrong, but I assume it’s right. And this guy is serious about it. I have no idea how much paraphernalia he has laying around down there, but he must have a lot. There must be something alluring about him that drives hordes of men down to his passion pit.
Anyhoo, this is just an interesting story which I feel ought to be told, because if I don’t tell it, I doubt anyone would. There’s a gay guy living downstairs.
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2020.06.13 23:51 yourpalnicolas73 A Gay Man Lives Downstairs.

This is an interesting story. I’ve told it before, in various places, and I get a pretty good reception. I figured I should share this interesting tale with you. This story is a little disjointed but altogether it should make for an interesting recounting of the events that have taken place so far. This story is a bit risqué, I should mention.
The guy downstairs is gay. He has a guy over nearly every other night. I figured that with the quarantine he might have less guys over, but it seems he has just as many guys over as ever. I dunno how many guys he has over, the number ranges between two to seven. Somewhere in that range. They usually come over late at night.
How it goes is, a guy will come in in some fancy car, blasting music, he’ll park. Oftentimes I see the headlights of these cars, they’re a familiar sight as they turn into the vine-laden driveway. They park between the two derelict brick garages- the juxtaposition of these fly trendsetters with the archaic architecture is not lost on me, rest assured- and then they’ll get out, saunter through the gate, and down his stairs. It’s a fascinating occurrence, and these nocturnal flings have become a regular activity. I don’t know exactly what the first time was that he invited a guy over. It may have been ever since he moved in. These guys are usually of a similar build as him, very muscular and good looking, in their 30s. I have no idea where he finds these guys, in clubs or dating apps or what, but the arrival of a new paramour is as inevitable as a drop of rainwater in a bucket or the ticking of a clock- the guys just keep on coming.
He went to the trouble of soundproofing his ceiling. To drown out the noises of their passionate lovemaking, he plays the loudest music he possibly can, but it’s muffled by the ceiling. He’s very considerate like that, and it isn’t a nuisance whatsoever. As Paul Simon noted, “one man’s ceiling is another man’s floor”. It seems this gay fellow has taken that adage into account. He did a great job of it. I can barely even hear the music, much less the noises of them going down on each other. I dunno if that would even be very noisy, but who knows.
I must assume that with all these goings on down there he must be some kind of celebrity in the local circles, a stylish rogue with the party apartment. I sometimes think about all the gay guys talking about what a player he is, what a good time he showed them, etc. I wonder what his reputation is in the scene. It must be pretty good. I don’t know if he goes out much. I assume he probably does, maybe goes and gets a drink, maybe a button-down shirt with the buttons open so everyone can admire his musculature. I seriously doubt he’d attract so many guys if he stayed home all the time. Keep in mind, I’m talking pre-Covid. While guys still come over, he seems depressed somewhat. I can only assume he went to visit his guys sometimes also. And perhaps there were times when more than two of them were in the same room together, all going at it. I don’t know, what I see of him is scarce, but I do believe he leaves frequently. Maybe his apartment pad is nothing special, maybe it’s a carbon-copy of every other pad out there. I think, though, that it has a kind of repertoire among the community as the ultimate place to go when you want a good time. I don’t mean to say he’s a prostitute, or anything of that sort. I genuinely think he just wants to have at it with quite a few guys. Not an unhealthy amount of guys, but enough for variety. And that he does.
He’s been kinda sulky since the quarantine began. He sits out on his steps for hours at a time, walks around, etc. he’s probably going stir crazy. He must want some guys over. It seems most of these visits happened at night. But sometimes during the day. It’s been very common for me to walk in and notice some guy with a beard or whatnot standing down near the entrance to his lair, staring off into the distance or smoking. I can only assume this is the epilogue to a wild and crazy night of hijinks. Like I said, the guy downstairs is pretty voracious. I see lots of gay couples that are less polyamorous. I assume this guy is really into having the lower apartment, which is about halfway submerged below the Earth. It feels like a real party atmosphere. If it was the upper floor, they couldn’t bump around so much, but in the lower apartment, they can get down and dirty. No pun intended, of course.
In these affairs there is something of the knave who goes around, lustful and eager, always craving more. This microbial paranoia has put a real damper on his fun. The music has died down, the sound dampers are useless, and gone are the days of the sidewalk saunter to and fro, in and out, in a wide connected web of men. It seems that today the guy downstairs leads a solitary existence down there in his party room. He renovated it just so, to his tastes. He put small potted plants outside, he curtained the windows, He added a little screen near the door to avoid prying eyes. All this effort and time spent converting what was an average lower floor to a severely enticing and tempting room of passion- and this has put a stop to his plans. I wonder what he does in his spare time now that he can’t smooch anymore. I must be like torture to know that there are hundreds of big hunky men out there, but he can’t get any.
This is another interesting thing which happened. One night I noticed two ladies go down there along with a guy, and I wondered what that was all about, since the guy downstairs is almost certainly gay, he’s not bi. Then I realized they were probably lesbians. I figured it was a Homosexual double date of sorts. One of the women had glasses on, short bobbed hair, that sort of thing. Surely they were lesbians. The way they walked in unison, stayed together. I figured this sort of thing was pretty wholesome, two guys and two gals, double the same sex couples. That was a reasonable explanation, Lance didn’t discriminate with his party room, he let the Lesbos have a lot of fun also. I knew they must have been because the guy downstairs holds absolutely no interest in women. I assume lesbos are allowed in, but not straight fellas, which makes some sense. That might put a damper on the fun, especially if the straight fellas are homophobic. I assume they all had a jolly time down there, the Lesbian chicks and the Gay fellas. Very wholesome occurrence.
The other thing which happened with this fella was, I was out watering the plants, which I do regularly, once per day. Anyway, the guy was out there sunbathing, wearing almost nothing, lying on some sort of foldable cot, and what’s more, his massive bulge was fully visible. I didn’t notice him there until I was about two feet away, and it was a real shock. I assume he was also highly disturbed. I hope he was able to go on sunbathing. The rays are good this time of year. I dunno how I didn’t notice he was there. I guess he was being very quiet, relaxing and chilling, and here I came up with my big clunky watering can and ruined his vibes. I assume he was trying to get a tan with which he could attract some more big hunky men. From the brief glimpse I got of his musculature, he works out. Lots of muscles, but not so much that he’s tense.
His soundtrack on his loud music machine ranges from vibrant rock and roll to semi-acceptable dubstep to hardcore guitar. Many of these songs are nearly inaudible, they rise from the depths like murmurs in the night and fade away just as quickly, they fade from memory and from mind. But when the music is playing, one thing is for certain: He’s having a fun time, and there’s one or two guys down there with him, and possibly some lesbians also. I often wonder what his reputation is, as I said. To the best of my knowledge he enjoys having it out indoors. There’s a local park with an incredible Homosexual population and they all go at it under the pine trees, and from time to time condoms are found. This is barely even a rumor. I found a condom once. Most fellows know that if you’re gay, the park is the place to be, for a nice night under the stars with not much light pollution and a near zero chance of anyone finding you. Recently, though, a curfew has been put on the park, saying that nobody’s allowed in the park after 10 P.M. I find this a grave injustice, as no other parks in the city have this obscene rule. It seems like blatant discrimination just because the park is surrounded by a gay population. Who’s to say straight people don’t make out in the other parks? If someone with no interest in sodomy such as myself wants to have a pleasant walk in the park at night, it’s made illegal. And for the gay fellas who just want to have a jolly romp, this act is made criminal by some very homophobic restriction. So long as the fellas do it under the pine trees in relative darkness so nobody can see them, and they remove the condoms, I dunno what’s so bad about it. The park was an icon of sorts for gay fellows, with its Grecian architecture and marble villas, it was very conducive to a fling. It gave the city some personality, some atmosphere, to know that on any given night there could be Gay fellas making out in the dirt and crisp pine needles. Now with the curfew on the park any hopes a couple might have had of partaking in this age-old tradition have been lost.
I think often about this fella. His attire is good and he clearly knows what he’s doing when it comes to forming a healthy relationship. And not only does he manage to be polyamorous, he manages to keep all these guys. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a squabble down there. They may have had some quarrels, but if they did it would be drowned out by the loud music. I think whatever they do, it must not require any talking.
I dunno much about the scene as I’m not gay, but I figure he must get mentioned a lot among his comrades as someone who really knows how to throw a fun time. A jolly romp, a cavalcade of ecstasy. He’s a real romantic. What with the sheer amount of guys who visit him and how much they seem into it, I must assume the floor below be is a mythic location amongst the local crowd. I may be wrong, but I assume it’s right. And this guy is serious about it. I have no idea how much paraphernalia he has laying around down there, but he must have a lot. There must be something alluring about him that drives hordes of men down to his passion pit.
Anyhoo, this is just an interesting story which I feel ought to be told, because if I don’t tell it, I doubt anyone would. There’s a gay guy living downstairs.
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2020.04.03 23:19 untitledno4_1964 a fuck buddy is probably taking advantage of me

wasn’t sure if i could put this in relationship_advice as it’s a fuck buddy situation and not a relationship! sorry if i chose wrong!
i (20f) have been seeing this girl (21f) for short while now, and it’s been going okay. we met on tinder, i think she’s really gorgeous and funny and i’m a little intimidated by her tbh lol. i admire her confidence soooo much. she’s got this crazy intoxicating, confident, persuasive air about her and i’ve definitely taken the bait.
we’re both bi, but i’m worried she may be sleeping with me just to have a girl under her belt. she’s in a self-professed “hoe phase”, and she sees a lot of people regularly. not that this is a bad thing, it doesn’t bother me and i don’t mind being a fling!
i’ve just been suspicious about some things that make me feel like she’s not very genuine. she posted about having “lesbo sex” on her spam account and was very excited by people’s reactions. i feel like it was just bc she enjoyed the shock value rather than bc she wanted to share me/the experience with her friends. the way she talks about the other people she’s seeing shows she really doesn’t give a shit about most of them, or their feelings. i can also tell shes used to getting what she wants, if she asks for something she gets it, whether it’s her parents (who let her get away with everything) or friends or one of her fuck buddies. what she says goes and there’s no other way. i agree to things before i even realize it. she also has talked me into having threesomes with two of her other male flings (neither has happened yet due to self-isolation). she wanted to film/take pics during sex to send to one of her flings and i just let her, and later i wondered why the hell i did that.
it sucks bc like her a lot, at this point im not sure it’s a love match (it’s a bit awkward to have normal conversations sometimes) but i’d really want to be her friend at least, i think we’d get along amazing if i wasn’t so nervous around her. idk why i’m so easily persuaded by her. i’ve been trying to be more chill around her and not bend so far backwards to please her.
i’ve been trying to convince myself that i’m not being taken for a ride, that i’m actually winning bc i’m using her for experiences just like she’s using me, but i’m feeling like that’s a fallacy. to be fair i want to sleep with her, and i would like to have a threesome, and i would like to have a female fwb that i have a rapport with, but will this all backfire in the long run? is she toxic or just uber confident? should i start distancing myself?
EDIT: important point was brought up: i call it fuck buddies because we don’t hang out unless we’re fucking immediately after, but we do talk about normal things and text each other. but i wasn’t sure if that qualified as an FWB so i didn’t write it.
we also have been on two “dates” (we’ve actually called it that to each other) which now that i’m thinking about it is probably why i was confused/ misinterpreted things from the jump...
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2020.03.08 14:58 Throwawayuwoowu [trigger warning] first homophobic encounter and i need to vent

this won’t stop playing in my mind and i can’t take it.
i’m 13 and have always been comfortable with my identity as lesbian. always been open about it. In year 6 (5th grade for you americans) i came out as lesbian. word travelled fast, i didn’t get any shit for it everyone was chill.
There was this one girl who was a huge fake friend, and didn’t like me, we will call her Ruby.
I’ve moved up to secondary school now and get the bus home, not the school bus but a public one. i get on and i see Ruby with one of her new friends from her secondary school, we’ll call her Chloe. We start talking because they wanted me to sit with them but all they wanted to talk about was my sexuality.
i saw them on this bus everyday after school for about 4 weeks.
everytime, ‘what’s it like being lesbian’ ‘how do you...you know..’
i never told them to stop talking about it because i’m awkward.
i get on the bus from school one day and Ruby isn’t there. it’s just Chloe and her cousin. i go sit with them. again, same stuff, ‘do you have a girlfriend?’
it started off fine until Chloe day next to me and said Ruby figured out she was actually bi and had a crush on me.
i know for a fact this is a lie, since it was immediately followed up with some are you going to date her?!?!?’
i politely said no but that i was happy for her.
Chloe and her cousin go to the back of the bus (i’m 3 rows infront) and whisper.
Chloe then comes and sits next to me with the slyest look i’ve ever seen and starts caressing my arm. She told me she liked me and thought i was hot.
I told her to stop.
She tried pulling my skirt, reaching up it, trying to grab my chest, anything.
I lost my temper a little and sternly told her ‘get the f**k off of me before i punch you’
She stood up said ‘oh sorry’ mockingly and giggled with her cousin.
She comes back and pours water on my head, sprays me with perfume constantly and just over all teasing me calling me a dyke and telling me i was f**ked up for liking girls and said i was a pervert.
Her stop comes around and as they get off Chloe yells at her cousin ‘Go give her a kiss goodbye!’ and ‘bye lesbo!!’
i went home a cried my fking eyes out and convinced myself being gay was wrong and i was fked up and tried to make myself straight but it of course didn’t work.
i just needed to talk about this because it’s replaying in my mind over and over and driving me mad. i’m not out to my family. there’s no one to turn to.
i feel disgusted with myself and over all just disgusting.
any advice is appreciated.
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2019.12.29 08:30 niceguyputin Uncle Vasya’s Guide to Threesomes

Uncle Vasya’s Guide to Threesomes
And now, the quest begins, to nab the Holy Grail of manhood
I'd love, to score hot twins, like any hokey porno fan would
Although, that would be swell, they just don't sell, that stuff on e-bay
And yet, still hope I'll get, to have a three-way
-“Threeway” parody of Frank Sinatra’s “My Way”
So you want a threesome.1 Well, you think you do – like the song says, they are basically the Holy Grail for heterosexual men from the time we become sexually aware – but the reality may be different than you think. Or not. Oh, and the worst part about threesomes is, after the sex is over, you now have TWO girls in the room asking "So....what are you thinking about?"
Intrepid readers, please continue.
1 For purposes of this discussion, I mean the “Love Sammich” (FFM) threesomes; a “Devil’s Threeway” (MMF) is otherwise called a “train” in my world. Because really, fuck that noise. There will be cries of “No fair!” That usually comes from girls who aren’t that down, or who want to extract something. I’ve never had a girl who legit wanted a 3way demand “reciprocity”. They will almost universally specify a female partner. Also biologically, FFM couplings make more sense – they give women access to higher status men and they give higher status men more opportunity to propagate their genetic legacy.
The Typical Situation
The typical situation that arises that arises for men is, they have a girlfriend, maybe the girlfriend has hinted that she might be willing to do a Love Sammich, maybe she hasn’t. How to find out? As I often recommend, get girls talking, and you will find out all sorts of useful information.
I get girls comfortable, and I ask them about what their deepest, most secret, greasiest little fantasy is. There is the usual flowery bullshit that they put up as a smoke screen about wanting to “make love” on a beach at sunset2 or on a bed covered with rose petals, and then there are two that recur:
A. “Tie me up!”
B. “I wanna have sex with another girl!”
So here’s the thing: if your girl, at bottom, isn’t bi-curious of doesn’t want to have a threeway, then that’s how it is. Don’t nag, cajole, pester or beg. Make a decision as to whether you’re going to end the relationship or not. OTOH, if you a spinning plates, then, well, you don’t have that problem, do you?
Whether you are looking for the second girl or starting from scratch (with a willing gf) the next question that arises is, where to find the 2nd girl? Recently I was asked in askTRP where to meet bi-girls. Well, first, there isn’t typically a “bi-girl hangout joint” that you can google. OTOH, you meet bi and bi-curious women everywhere. You just have to gather information, and make the sale.
The good news: unlike men, who are basically "AC" or "DC", many/most women are at least "bi-curious".
The bad news: bi-girls tend to be flaky as fuck. As in “have the stability of the high-numbered stuff on the Periodic Table.”
2 Nobody actually wants to do this. If they do, they don’t want to do it again. Two Words: “sand” and “crevices”. You can work out the rest.
The Hierarchy
I think it’s actually better to find two girls at the same time, or approximately the same time, before the relationship (if there is or will be one) with one girl is more formalized. Why? Because once a girl is invested in you, she has something to lose. The “girlfriend” is very often going to want to impose a bunch of stupid rules – do NOT let her do this because they are often designed to fuck you over, like not letting you screw the other girl. Don’t let her ruin your fun. One way to avoid this is to put Girl2 on her back have the girlfriend lower her pussy on to the other girls mouth facing away from you, who will be mounting Girl2. Or lay on the bed, have the girlfriend in reverse cowgirl and have Girl2 sit on your face. Or have the girlfriend sit on your face, and have Girl2 blow you.
The girlfriend is pulling this “hierarchy” shit because girls are very often insecure. That’s why she wants ….
A Girl who Looks Like Me
My girlfriend's girlfriend, she looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend, she's my girl too
-“My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend”, Type O Negative
If you are in an established relationship with a girl who is exploring her bi-ness for the first time, don’t be surprised when she says that she wants to lose her lesbo-virginity with a girl who “looks like me”. Girls who look like her will be less threatening. You’re not going to dump her for a girl who looks like her, because you already have a girl who looks like her. On the other hand, if she’s a brunette and you partner up with a hot blonde, you (‘her’ man) may suddenly discover that you like blondes better, and dump her by the side of the road. For men, the big fear, in terms of biology, is being cucked; for women it is loss of resources, which in the Bad Old Days of the Saber Tooth Tiger, could mean death for her and her offspring.
The Mechanics
So you get them to own up to their lezzy desires, and then you get two of them together. Also, don't do anything like go on a "date" or some other dumb shit to "set the mood". They will want to do that. Do not. Get them together, have anyone who needs a shot do one, and then get busy. You’re dealing with two Hamsters. Elongating the time frame gives one or the other hamster time to hamster way and blow up your perfectly good 3way.
Get down to business, before shit slips away from you.
You Have the Right to Remain Silent
“When a girl wants to fuck you, shut up and let it happen.” - Chris Rock
So I coached a buddy of mine through his first 3-way last fall. He had a FWB relationship with a girl who was sort of into the 3way idea, but was also pitching it as “Hey, Ima do this for you, and then we’re going to be exclusive, m’kay?” covert contract. He didn’t make any promises, but went ahead anyway.
Now, said FWB had a thing about the other girl – she was a plate, and she was doing other people also – staying over, i.e. she very much did NOT want that to happen. Hierarchy and all that. Logistics dictated otherwise. He asks me if he should tell the first girl that that 2nd girl is likely going to stay over. Me: “Only do that if you have decided that you definitely DO NOT WANT the 3way to happen.” So a good time was had by all, but guess who left in a huff after when it was discovered that Girl2 was sleeping over? Exactly. Tell her that before? No 3way. Why that mattered, I don’t know, but it did. Girls are retarded. He texted me after:
Him: “You were right about everything.”
Me: “That happens a lot. Like all the time. It can be a curse, really.”
Your Job is to Have a Cock
For a lot of bi-curious women, they want the comfort of a man's cock in the room so they didn't have to think, "But…but…but what if I'm a Giant Lesbo?!" Once things get rockin’, she may forget about that bit and be more into the other chick. Don’t worry about it. Encourage her, and then reap the rewards of being a chill guy later.
You Are the Director of Your Own ‘Porn Film’
In our meat triangle, all tangled. Wow.
-“My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend”, Type O Negative
So very often what happens with first timers is, the girlfriend turns out to be way into it and the guy starts feeling left out. So put yourself back in the game. Direct traffic, decide who is doing what to whom and when. And after they’ve had a shot at each other, get your double-team blowjob (see below). Never assume that the girls are going to know what you want. You’re the leader of the pack, so lead them.
Fun Stuff
So the point of having a 3way is to do stuff that you can’t do with just one woman.
You know what’s better than getting a blowjob from one woman? Getting a blowjob from two women.
Have one work your dick while the other one gargles your nutsack or rims you. Just trusting me on the rimming part.
You are The Sherriff
As I have alluded to before, I like tying girls up. Always have, always will. I have also known from my childhood that I am crazy strong and I can hurt people even when I don’t mean to. Lots of people turn into sadistic motherfuckers when they have control over another person – google the “Stanford Prison Experiment”. There is (supposedly) a lot of violence in lesbian relationships and you have to be careful to not let shit get out of hand if you are using BDSM in your threeway, which is a distinct possibility because some girls will want to be tied up so they can hamster away the part where they are lezzing out isn’t “their fault”.
If you are using BDSM, the same rules apply as always: you have to understand the sub’s limits and you can’t let the other girl beat the shit out of the sub, or at least exceed the sub’s limits. One way to handle this is to tell the girl who isn’t going to be tied up that you are going to tie her up later and give the sub a crack at her. That often keeps girls in the right frame of mind.
The “Household of Three”
Throw away your dad’s morality, your mom’s conventionality it’s not for me
If it were me and you and you and her and her and me, we’d be so happy together
-You & Me & Her, -Itis
That’s what ménage à trois actually means: Household of Three. While we typically think of them as one-offs, you may find that you like the lifestyle, which is fine as long as everyone is on board. Previously, I was in a couple of separate relationships that were "households of three" as it were. In the first case, an ex-gf circled back around because she really wanted to have sex with her roommate - I could hardly blame her; the girl was hot. The ex also knew that the roommate was not going to be DTF unless there was a cock in the room. To the ex, I was a "known quantity" (i.e., if she fucks me again, she's still at "N+0") and she knew I'd be able to close the deal, which I was. So she basically set me up with the roommate, knowing full well that (a) I would seduce her, and (b) I would happily share, and once the girl got comfortable, she'd open up a bit. Anyway, that lasted about a year and a half and was Big Fun all the way around.
In the other case, I was meeting a girl I was dating at a club and I ran into her "genetic twin" – they could have been sisters. So, knowing the girl I was dating would be DTF her, I established that Girl2 was down, and then the first girl showed up and soon enough we were in a relationship together. The two girls wound up becoming roommates later on, which made it convenient for me – I would refer to our sessions as “roommating”. While I don’t make a habit of it, I do throw in the occasional “dad” joke.
So you do have to be able to manage jealousy issues, both inside and outside of the relationship. Especially at the beginning they will be conscious of being treated "equally" or sometimes the girl who you knew first wants some advantage, but you have to squelch that nonsense early on.
Anyway, time moves on, and things change. The roommate from the first story got married and has a kid, now. She seems happy, so good for her. The ex from that tale sort of went off the deep end. She posed in Playboy (so I can cross that off my bucket list) and moved to Europe where she's presently being used as a cum dumpster by her "sponsor' and has a well-developed drug habit.
Of the two girls in the other threesome, one became a chef, and the other one (that was the one I mistook for the first one) is a teacher now. She is still useful as a 'corner square' in 'girl-girl-Vasya' tic-tac-toe. It’s useful to have a deep bench.
Of my two LTRs, the first is more “NO WAY!” than “3Way!” which is fine; that’s her nature and her choice. OLTR2 has recently expressed an interest and, luckily, I know some bi-girls who would LOVE a crack at her – all of which will be carefully stage-managed by me, if and when it happens – this stuff is tricky, after all.
Managing Relationships Between the Girls
She could help you cook & clean and she'd know just what you mean, (someone who listens)”
And as I snore away the night, she could always hold you tight, (it's what we're missin')
-You & Me & Her, -Itis
The Ex and Roommate negotiated a rather complex treaty about managing things when I wasn't around (they were both young (early 20s) and had things like "parents", so there was some discussion about whose 'boyfriend' I was going to be at whose house, etc., if and when it came up.) It was kind of funny, because I pointed out to my ex, that, when I wasn't around, she "was the boyfriend" - the other girl was a bit more of a girly-girl than she was.
The teacher and the chef were more independent – no pesky family nearby. The chef was more of the “boyfriend” in that situation, but it was less pronounced.
I also have a bit of an odd situation going on with a couple of plates – one is a dancer who is only down for threeways…BUT, she’s in love with one of my plates. The plate is in love with me. The dancer is terrified that I will “take [my plate] away” from her.” It creates an interesting power dynamic, but luckily for all concerned I’m a benevolent dictator. As time goes on, the dancer will either acclimate and accept things as they are, or she will not.
Relationships With The Outside World
Her and me and her and she and me
An uncrowded couple; are we three
Hey we don't care what people say
When walking hand in hand down Kings Highway
Two for one today
-“My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend”, Type O Negative
This can be complicated. You run into problems with judgy bluepills, especially “ladies of a certain age” spinsters who feel “entitled”, and Bitter, Butthurt BetasTM who are miffed at the perceived misallocation of pussy-related resources. I prefer to opt for an “unapologetic” stance. “Which one are you with?” – “Both of them” – “But there are two girls” – “Yes, I know. It’s nice.”
There will be the occasional double-takes, although I find that when I’m in Continental Europe it’s less of a big deal. Once I have arranged a hotel suite for me and one of the pairs at a place where I sometimes stay on business in Europe. So in making the reservation by phone - I had to in order to get a suite (required because 3 people) - the (American) CSR couldn't get past that I had 3 people, but wanted a king bed and kept turning down her suggestion of a cot for the room. So finally, I was like "Look. I have a 'Vicky-Cristina-Barcelona' thing going on. One king bed. No cot." When I showed up at the hotel, the Europeans understood right away. Very amusing.
Similarly, I was checking in to a hotel on the Côte d'Azur – the school teacher speaks fluent French – so I’m being checked-in – it was in a separate, seating area with the GM handling it – and the two girls excused themselves to the Ladies. The GM looked after them as they left, turned back to me, said, “I offer you my congratulations” and then went right back to business without missing a beat.
Final Points
-Bi-girls can be fun, but they are typically flaky.
-You will get push back from “normies”. Fuck that shit, live how you want.
-If you engage in longer-term relationships, be ready to manage both women, as well as handle any outside interference and bullshit.
-Threesome ‘relationships’ tend to be transient in nature – of course so do most of your friendships and romantic relationships – so relax and enjoy them in the moment.
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~ran out of space (40,000 character limit)
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2019.11.09 23:36 -_Inky_- AITA for being upset with my one friend who’s refusing to play with my other two friends once he found if they were dating?

LTF- my long time friend GF- the girlfriend/ my girl friend (Lol) BF- the boyfriend/ my boy friend Inky- me!
So my LTF has a crush on GF, yet he stopped pursuing her when she said in a passing statement:
GF: Well me and Inky are the true lesbos here!
Making LTF think she was gay, like myself. If he had just talked to me I could’ve told him she was Bi. He excepts the fact that she only likes girls and gets over her.
A month passes and I find out that BF and GF are dating, and I’m really happy for them! So when LTF gets in the call I immediately tell him (with their consent). He doesn’t say anything and after we play he refuses to play with them anymore.
He texted me a few a days after that saying stuff about how he probably didn’t like her, just envious that they’re together and he’s sad.
He’s on antidepressants and seeing a therapist now, yet still refuses to play with either of them even when he wants to play and I can’t.
AITA for being upset with him? I haven’t said anything cause I know how it is but he’s even said how he doesn’t like and has gotten over her.
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2019.09.01 17:44 yeetaway6000 How porn almost ruined my (24/F) life

After lurking for quite some time, I finally wanted to get my story off my chest.Buckle up I guess, I think it might be kind of a longer, wild ride.
Apologies in case there are any errors here and there, English is not my first language.

Edit: TRIGGER WARNING. Some of the stuff ahead is pretty explicit.
Porn can ruin entire lives. Relationships. Marriages.It affects you in a multitude of ways, physically and mentally. Depression. Lack of motivation. Delusional views of relationships and intercourse. False expectations. Intense objectification of mostly women, but men too. The list goes on and on.Countless studies and shared experiences.It seriously ruined most of my life. It fucked up my brain so badly, I am worried I won’t be able to re-wire it completely.
It’s a debilitating addiction, and nothing else.It fucks with your brain so much, in so many ways, and may go so far as to turn you into a complete monster, if you don’t turn back soon enough. It depends from person to person, but you might get so desensitized, you may believe that things that are fairly unusual, disgusting, or maybe even straight up illegal, are actually normal and fine. Or you just don’t care about how wrong it is and keep spiraling further and further into the madness that is this addiction, and still, a lot of people consider it normal and don’t realize how much they’re fucking up.
It was almost too late for me.I’m so glad I realized what I was doing before it was too late.

I want to tell my story, and how badly it affected me.

It started way too damn young.I really wish I hadn’t seen those VHS tapes at my friend’s place when I was only 7 or 8, when I was still too young to understand. I had no idea what they were doing.Or the other friend’s place when I was around 9, where I was shown some some really, really nasty stuff. At that point, I knew what was going on. What I saw disturbed me. But for some reason, in my brain it didn't immediately click how wrong and disgusting it was, so I quickly got used to it, and it sucks. I wish I was utterly disgusted by it right away.And once I had access to the internet on my own, there was no going back. I was only 11.
It started out fairly tame I suppose, and worsened over the years.Consumption and masturbation gradually increased, getting worse and worse. I got desensitized to the more common material and started watching more extreme things, eventually stuff that was straight up nasty, almost illegal. It was pretty bad.
At first, when I got to the more out-of-hand stuff, I felt very uncomfortable after getting off to it.But I did it again and again, until I got used to it. And I hated myself for it so much. I was disgusted with myself and the person I became.
Thankfully, I managed to pull the brakes at some point. I don’t remember how or when exactly I realized it. I guess I always knew while I was doing it, but chose to ignore it. For example, the feeling of shame and disgust with myself once I was done.At some point I just thought “Man, I can’t do this anymore. I need to stop. This is so wrong.”
I managed to decrease consumption over time.There were relapses. I felt ashamed. My last relapse is so long ago I don’t even remember when.Please keep in mind that relapses are a normal part of recovery, though. It happens to the best of us.
My brain was so fucked, I was unable to masturbate or reach orgasm without watching or thinking of porn. I never even orgasmed during sex.I was in no way able to seek any sort of pleasure just by enjoying the moment or thinking about how good it feels.It was always porn. All the time, every damn time.
Needless to say, I developed some strange kinks along the way.
Although I guess having kinks isn’t all that bad. In fact, most kinks and some fetishes are totally fine, imo.Two people or more consensually having fun is totally fine with me, too.It's just porn that fucking ruins everything. It literally fucks your brain, making it foggy and all sorts of stuff.Once you start utterly obsessing over a certain more unusual thing, an unusual body part or even an entire group of people or perhaps ethnicity, or even a disability, it’s over. That is not normal whatsoever, in my opinion.I was there myself.I feel ashamed for having objectified and fetishized an entire group of people. They are human individuals. They go through so much during their lives, only for me to lust over them and view them as objects of desire and nothing more. It’s revolting. Vile. I feel so sorry for them and ashamed with myself.
Now here’s the thing.
My current partner and I discussed what we’re into, preferences, kinks, and so on.He confided in me that he’s into trans women, and even was in a relationship with one.I thought it was fine at first. I thought it was great that he dates trans women, for who they are, looking past what they were.But it’s just a fetish to him, nothing more…
He eventually went on to say that because he likes anal and trannies, banging a trans chick is the best combo…I was a bit disturbed by that statement and found it rather concerning, to be honest.Like, good for you, but I really didn’t need to hear that…Furthermore, I like to draw, and he saw some artistic nude drawings of mine at some point.I told him it’s nothing sexual to me, I just enjoy the artistic aspect, nothing more.It doesn’t turn me on and I don’t get off to it. I don’t think “Haha, drawing sexy boobies and some dicks lol” or anything of the like. I just enjoy the art of drawing bodies.I told him I also like to draw realistic penises. Also not in a sexual manner. Purely art and aesthetics. Nothing more.Then he went on to tell me how futas are great because they have all the best attributes??I was taken aback by that, maybe even a little shocked, as it completely missed the point I was making. And again, didn’t need to hear that, really… I do appreciate his openness and honesty I guess, but some things are a bit too much.It’s concerning to me and worries me.I don’t know his level of consumption, but I assume that it was (or is, for all I know) quite much.From the things he told me, I can only imagine what kind of stuff he watches, and how frequently. I could see him having saved heaps of stuff as bookmarks, downloads etc.
He probably thinks it’s normal and perfectly fine.
For the longest time I did too, until I snapped out of it.Once you’re too far into it, you may never get out. I’m so glad I got out just in time. It was almost at a point where I probably wouldn’t have turned back.
I think what bothers me the most is the fact that I have several trans people in my social circle.They are such brave individuals who’ve gone through so much. So many struggles and hardships. I even questioned my own gender at some point, to be honest. It even went so far as to having several dreams throughout my life where I had a penis and thoroughly enjoyed it, but I’m afraid that if I tell him that, he will only fetishize me.
I’m also bi, and I wouldn’t mind being with a trans person, male or female. A serious relationship though, where sexuality is further in the background.To think that someone only views them as an object does sadden me, especially when I think about friends.And it’s not just trans people, though.Anyone can be fetishized in any sort of way, no matter who or what you are or what you look like. Even children and animals.Hell, even I am probably being fetishized in some way by some people, and that does make me feel icky. I even refrain from wearing sandals in the summer, lol.
To be honest, nowadays I’m almost afraid to admit I’m bi, because of all the prejudice and whatnot.It makes me sad that most lesbian couples are being sexualized only because of all the porn. They aren't two female human beings in a long-term relationship, they're hot lesbos, nothing more. And if they don’t look feminine enough, they’re dykes. It’s sad.

I think one thing that helped me turn around was the addiction of a previous partner.At some point throughout that 4-year relationship, I told him my deepest, darkest secret. I told him all about my addiction and the fucked-up shit I watched. And I cried. I felt so ashamed with myself. So disgusted with myself. I got so used to the most terrible stuff, that I wasn’t even disgusted by it. But I desperately wanted to be. I knew it was fucked up and wrong, anything but normal. I despised myself for what I became.I told him all these things. He held my hand, dried my tears, and told me everything was fine and he will be there for me and so on, and that he doesn’t think any less of me. (Note: I don’t think any less of my current partner for what he’s into, just worried/concerned because he means a lot to me. He does have other kinks I am completely fine with and would even practice myself.)
Eventually, he became less and less intimate with me. Was never in the mood.I thought it was me at first, until that one fateful day, I came across heaps of material on his phone.(I didn’t snoop, we occasionally used each other’s phones when bored and looked at each other’s pictures and whatnot. I even asked him if I was allowed to go on his dropbox, and he said yes. We were quite transparent with each other, or so I thought.)I spotted a folder with a random name and jokingly asked him “What’s this? Porn?” He said it doesn’t matter, it’s old, and snatched the phone from me. I immediately noticed something was off about his reaction.I kept pressing, until he admitted it was not in fact that old, but fairly recent.There were tons of pictures and videos, even from that celebrity hacking surge. Even saved snaps from a “female friend”. Even exes. Also screenshots of me he saved without my consent. I probably would’ve been fine with it, had he at least asked.My heart sank to the earth’s core. He broke down. Telling me it was an addiction.I came to realize that it was never me. It was his addiction. He did it so much he eventually became physically more and more disinterested in me. Couldn’t get it up anymore with me. Couldn’t get there at all.I felt sick. Betrayed. I lost every inch of trust I ever had for him, within seconds. I thought I wasn’t good enough. Not attractive enough. How would I ever compete with all those flawless women everywhere?He was the very first person to ever hear of my most terrible secret. It took so much courage. He could’ve used that moment to tell me his. I wish he would’ve told me back then. I would’ve respected him. I would’ve supported him wholeheartedly.He kept telling me how bad he felt. But sometimes I believe he only felt bad for being caught, I’m not sure... Had it not happened, it surely would’ve continued for god knows how long, right?He went “cold turkey” and deleted everything, and even went to therapy for a while, and I award him for that. It takes a lot of bravery. Rebuilding my trust and stopping the flashbacks took a very long time. In the end, the relationship didn’t last, for unrelated reasons.


I am proud to say, I haven’t watched any sort of material in months, without relapsing. The last time I relapsed is so long ago, I don’t even remember when it was. Must be at least half a year.
But every now and then, I will have disturbing, graphic, wet dreams. Sometimes it’s just me getting off to porn. I always wake up feeling disturbed and grossed out. I can only hope it’ll stop someday.I want to stay away from it entirely and never ever look at anything ever again. I keep hiding posts on reddit. NSFW-flagged content. Memes that normalize porn. Memes that normalize the addiction and excessive masturbation. Rape jokes, and so on. It’s a long list. Ended up leaving a few subs.I also ended up blocking thousands of porn sites and removing anything I had saved on my pc, phone and dropbox. Any material, including mods for games. I got rid of everything. Even stuff of myself. I never felt a bigger relief in my entire life. I have nothing to hide now. Anyone could use my computer or phone without me getting anxious. It’s wonderful.
(More private stuff ahead, might be TMI, perhaps triggering or something, idk)
To be completely honest, I still enjoy masturbating from time to time, although I do it very rarely. I try not to think of anything pornographic. I’m trying to re-wire and train my brain and I’m already getting good at it. Orgasms happen more easily and they feel better and much more intense.Still, I figured I shouldn’t do it that much, as to not get too used to it.I even keep myself from doing it nowadays, so being intimate with my partner is more enjoyable.
I think of him a lot when I do it. I love dirty talking with him. I love how we turn each other on.Our sex life is great, very enjoyable, and I couldn’t be happier with him.Erasing porn from my life was the best thing I could have ever done.But most importantly, sex life aside, he as a person means the world to me, and I am so happy to call him my boyfriend, despite our differences and what he is up to.


I’m 24 now, and it took me years to get to where I am now, and while I wonder what I missed out on due to this stupid addiction, I am very proud of my accomplishments. I strive to keep improving.
I don’t know if or when I’ll tell my partner any of this, since we haven’t been with each other all too long. I don’t know how he would react to any of this. I try not to let my worries get to me too much, but it’s hard.
I know he masturbates. It hurts to imagine to what, though. I notice how different he is when he does it. I worry I may yet again not be good enough for someone. It hurts so much just to think about it. I try so hard to be a good partner, but I worry it will never be enough. I will never be hot enough. I will never be able to compete, especially with something so incredibly nasty that others worship. Sometimes I wish I would cease to exist, just so I don’t have to deal with any of these painful worries anymore.
Apologies for that rather depressing ending. I’m in a dark place at the moment. Here’s to hoping I will find a way out soon, and muster up the courage to share my thoughts with my boyfriend.I don’t want to lose him.
Anyways, whatever your personal goal may be, I know you can do it. Stay strong. You are loved and supported. I believe in you!
And to those who took the time to read all of this, thank you.
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2019.07.01 06:16 96whymypphard69 I dont know what I can identify as, at this point [coming out] [relationships]

All I know at this point is, I'm not straight lmao, that's as far as I've gone.
Technically, I am asexual, I have really no sexual desire towards either gender.
But, no one outside of the LGBT community will understand theres sexual orientations like asexual but also romantic. You may want to date girls and guys, but are only sexually interested in women.
I knew since like- fucking 8 I liked girls the same as i did for boys.
At 10 I came out as bi to my 3 closest friends (who were toxic af and I cut out of my life, thank jesus.)
Then like 11, I said I was actually bi.
Around 12 I also questioned my gender identity. I don't think I'm a guy, but not 100% on being a girl either, never have been. I've always dressed quite gender neutral. Though I still identify as female, just a tomboy.
Now here's my gay ass, at 13 thinking I may just be a lesbian.
This shit sucks so much idk what I am at this point. A hot, ugly ass closeted mess.
Like, even if I wanted to, how the fuck do I come out of my family if I don't know my sexuality? "Hey I'm bi. Oh actually I'm a total lesbo. Wait no I'm maybe non-binary."
I've also always had crushes on boys, up until this year. When I fucked up and got a crush on this amazing, awesome girl who I almost lost a friendship with because of another shitty ass friend who I also cut off.
I have a type for both genders, which are like complete opposites. I've came across a lot of boys I've just- clicked with, and got crushes on them, but I treat them like brothers. I'm terrible and intimidated by girls, and all the places I've lived, none of them are my type. Most of the girls I've gotten huge crushes on (all online) are older women being like 16-19, which is off the table.
I've always liked boys, dreamed about the possibility of dating them. But honestly, I dont see myself marrying a man, I see myself with a lovely woman.
I think my shitty family also plays into this a bit.
My mom's side, everyone but my mom + stepdad, and aunt + her husband are Christian af. Like, bible quotes on the walls, crosses galore, praying before eating, and church each Sunday.
My dad's side, they're just a bunch of racist, homophobic ass white people, including my dad lol.
So, being bi is like a total no-no. Because if you're bi, you're just a little slut, or I'm just going through a phase, and I just want attention.
Might I add, one of my cousins on my mom's side has been pretty much cut off from everyone because she got a lovely girlfriend after getting out of a shitty relationship with a man.
I know I shouldn't be running after titles and labels so soon and young, but I don't fuckin know what I am. I'm in this LGBT community, but even I dont get all these really specific sexualities.
TL;DR: I'm a queer, mess and I don't know what I can identify as this point, that my family could understand, but also that describes me.
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2019.01.07 09:10 sledgehammered101 I could have sworn I was a Lesbian (Or how I learned to Stop Worrying and Not Mind Boys).

This is the story of how I might have made a major fuck up, but it might have been the best growing experience I ever had. Ever since I had this douchey boyfriend in High School (Slept with him once and hated it), I loved telling everyone I was a lesbian. I pushed as hard as could away my interest in boys. My one bad experience led me to an extremely unfair prejudice toward men. I made it completely clear to everyone I ever met that I did and never like boys. It can't, won't, and will never happen. I was wrong.
My First Post on actuallesbians:

Attracted-ish to a guy?

New to Reddit, sorry if this is the wrong place or my formatting sucks. Alright, I know that's the lamest title ever but I need some input from fellow dykes. This isn't like a "I'm a lesbo but omg Chris Hemsworth is hot" kinda thing. I do believe not everyone is 100% gay or 100% straight. I'm a lesbian and have been forever but if you put Chris Hemsworth next to Ed Begley Jr, I can tell you who I think is more attractive. Having said that I never much cared for the physical traits of men, I hate beards, body hair, and don't care about dicks. I've known this since I realized I hated my High School boyfriend. However, recently something weird has been happening.
So, I recently moved in with these two guys, we'll call them Stripey (Wears striped shirts a lot) and Flannel (Wears flannel a lot) they're both super cool and took me in because I was trying to escape my former male roommates (horrible neckbeards, story for another time.)
I had hit it off with Stripey when I was still living with those other two. He's a super cool guy, lovable jackass is a good title for him. Like I said, he wears striped shirts a lot, has should length black hair and always wears a beanie. He has a goatee, I know I said I hate beards but, eh. To be honest, he's not really the most attractive guy ever, he's not ugly by any means but really I think Flannel is more traditionally handsome. He works at a copy center, so it's not like he's loaded or anything. He also has this little plush of Applejack from My Little Pony that he has this weird connection with (no, he's not sticking his dick in it or anything) I think it's just something that gives him comfort. We share a lot of the same interests and have a similar world view in general. Now, one thing about him is that he is actually a really gifted painter, like Bob Ross would totally be impressed. That's probably the most interesting thing about him, he probably doesn't actually sound that remarkable.
However, recently I've been having, frankly, feelings for him. However, I'm not entirely sure what they are. Like I said, I'm not super physically attracted to him but it's something about his personality that I find so enthralling. He's not super nice or caring, he's not a dick by any means, it just seems so close to the way I see things I just can't get enough of him. It has gotten to the point where I'm starting to get a little physical. Obviously not sex or anything but I like to give him hugs and honestly when we are drinking together, I sometimes have to fight the urge to plant a kiss on him. One of the main things is we sleep in the same bed. I know that sounds weird but let me explain. When I moved in I started sleeping on the couch and then an air mattress in his room since the living room has a tendency to get really cold at night. I don't know if you have ever slept on an air mattress for an extended period of time, but it gets old fast. So, since he has a queen sized bed, I asked if I could sleep in it with him until I get my own bed, he won't touch me, I won't touch him, fair enough right?
Well, especially when we drink together (both of us drink way too much, Flannel does too but he's more of a stoner) I've ended up subconsciously spooning with him, just waking up with my arms around him. He doesn't seem to mind but doesn't really like bringing it up. I'm honestly not too sure about his sexuality, I've never seen him with a girl, or guy for that matter. Flannel has a girlfriend he bangs constantly, so I'm pretty sure about him but Stripey, I don't know. Outside the odd comment about Katy Perry being hot or something, he doesn't seem to seek out the opposite sex. At the same time, I can tell he is super lonely and just lacks the confidence or something to try and meet someone. I'm not doing amazing on the dating scene either. (I'm a big girl, as in tall, I'm not overweight but not going to pretend I'm in the greatest shape either. For some reason other girls around here are not into that at all, they all want short petite chicks for some reason.)
At the same time, I hate the idea of him getting a girlfriend, I know that is super selfish and fucked up but I can't help it. Don't get me wrong, I want him to be happy but it just bothers me so much. It's like I really like the idea of us being lonely together if that makes any sense.
So, that's where I am with Stripey. I can't say this is a sexual attraction, I don't think about him while masturbating or anything. I don't find him to be the hunky guy I would go straight for. However, the idea of sleeping with him doesn't disgust me either.
Of course I've thought about telling him how I feel, the problem is, I don't really know how I feel. I was just wondering if anybody had a similar situation or has had the same kinda weird feelings. It's just somewhere between I want to marry him and I love him like a brother. I don't know where to go from here. I don't want to act on it and ruin our friendship or even worse, end up hurting him if I decide I don't want it. What do you guys think? Ever seen Chasing Amy? Nevermind.

Second post to actuallesbians: (This is where I fucked up.)

Sorry for the clickbaity title but I really got myself into a shitty situation. So, I've gotten really close with my roommate, we'll call him Stripey (he wears striped shirts a lot). We became really fast friends and really close. He is so great, he comforts me, makes me laugh, and legitimately helps me out with a lot of problems. I like to think I can do the same for him (or did). He knows I'm a lesbian and have been forever, I even told him the story about how I found out by hating having sex with my high school boyfriend. He's really supportive and cool about it.
The two of us really like to drink, which I know isn't a good thing but it is what it is. We would usually end up cuddling after a long night of whiskey, which I really didn't mind, though I'm not super sexually attracted to men I like having a warm body next to me when I lie in bed. In hindsight maybe that wasn't the best idea. I wouldn't say I was super attracted to him, he's not the hunkiest guy or anything. He's not bad looking by any means but for whatever reason I found him very huggable and touchable. He didn't seem to mind it, I think both of us are incredibly lonely and maybe we could be lonely together. Like I said, he is well aware that I am a lesbo and to be completely fair, the cuddling and stuff was usually initiated by me, not that he ever really resisted.
So, the night in question happened after a few drinks. Big surprise, I know. Our roommate was out of town so we were both home alone, drinking whiskey and playing video games. To be frank, I was feeling a little horny, I know that's gross but I had been away from my bullet for a few days. We were playing Injustice 2 and I kind of jokingly said that if he could beat me as Superman while he was Harley Quinn than he could kiss me. Yes, in a few ways I let him win, so he kissed me and I kissed him back.
One thing led to another and I'll spare the details. We had sex and I'm going to be honest, I didn't like it, it kind of reminded me why I don't like guys in bed. He came, I didn't. We obviously ended up cuddling (which I enjoyed more than the act).
So, you slept with a guy and didn't like it, lesson learned. What's the big deal? Well, while we were cuddling he told me that he was a virgin. Which kind of surprised me, not that I give a shit who is a virgin or not but given we're in our mid twenties and how not bad looking and how great his personality is, seemed like it would have happened for him by now.
The next morning I did tell him that it was a mistake and we shouldn't have done it and he agreed. However, I guess I can imagine that losing your virginity to a very open lesbian is pretty cool to a straight dude. Not gonna lie, things are extremely awkward between us now. It is nothing like it used to be, we don't even seem like friends anymore. When we drink he seems like he is trying to have lightning strike twice and get me again, I don't want to make it sound like he's aggressive or anything but he'll casually try to hold my hand or something, he'll back off when I casually reject it.
Like I said, we talked a little bit about it but I think we both feel too awkward to have a serious conversation about it. I really don't want to lose him as a friend and the fact that we live together makes it even worse.
Should I just bite the bullet and have a big talk with him? Should I maybe just let our friendship go even if it sucks? I realize a majority of this shit is my fault and I suppose I kind of dug my own hole. However, I can't keep it the way it is, something has to change. I know I'm not the first woman to have this kind of problem but I thought with being a lesbian, I wouldn't have to worry about this kind of shit.

How it ended up:

The people on lesbians told me that I am probably bi-sexual. Instead of running I decided to try and embrace it and figured that instead of losing a friendship I should maybe try a relationship with this guy. I had it in my head that I was such a lesbian that, that wasn't an option. I thought long and hard about it and figured, I just wasn't a real lesbian and maybe just bi, with a strong preference toward women. Turns out that was the best decision. Stripey and I actually ended up in a really cool and fun relationship together (so far). The sex still isn't great BUT is is getting better because we are learning from each other. Give us a few more nights together. I stumble'ed upon this by accident, and I think that is really cool. I never pictured myself with a man but I am glad it was with one of the coolest guys I have ever known. I'm not going to sit here and say that it will last forever, but I'm just glad something good came out of this mess I made.
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2018.12.07 09:32 LeatherConcern5 Lesbian story : You wanna a lovey girl but too pretty to be a lesbian

Lesbian story : You wanna a lovey girl but too pretty to be a lesbian
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“But you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.” I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard that ridiculous and infuriating objection from both men and women, and I wouldn’t want to try. What’s even worse is when they follow that up with, “You’re kidding, right, Amy?”
Yes, I’m pretty. I’ll admit it. But why does that mean I’m not a lesbian? Is there some sort of cut-off point? I’m petite, but I’m not flat. I have well-defined curves all over, I’m just small and thin. I have a delicate, young-looking sort of face. I have almost-curly brown hair to my shoulders and hazel eyes. My lips are a little pouty. I’ve taken taekwondo so my arms and legs are muscle-toned. My hips roll nicely when I walk. And, yes, I look pretty damned cute in my braces.
Where in there did I pass the, “Sorry, Amy, you’re not a lesbian anymore,” point?
“Well, you mean you’re bi, right?” some will follow-up.
No, I’m not bi. I don’t hate men, but I can’t get emotionally attached to them the same way, and I’m not attracted to them. Yes, I’ve seen a penis before. Yes, it was erect. No, it didn’t stir some hidden desire inside me.
“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”
No! I’m not a virgin. I am sexually active and in a committed relationship with a wonderful woman my own age.
I will admit, though, that I’m not particularly proud of how I lost my virginity. It was a couple years ago, around the time of my 18th birthday. At the time I was dating Angie, a cheerleader for the high school basketball team. We were seniors and had been dating for a couple of years at that point, but Angie especially was committed to waiting for sex until we could be life partners.
Well, the, “You can’t be a lesbian” stuff was laid on pretty thick in high school. There was plenty of room in people’s imagination for lurid fantasies about cheerleader locker-room lesbo orgies, but the idea of a cheerleader in a committed, basically chaste lesbian relationship was not something anyone in our school could handle. In their minds, Angie and I were just close friends who liked to make believe about being lovers.
A couple weeks after I turned 18, I decided I’d had enough. I still loved Angie, but I needed the world to accept that I was a lesbian, and there was only one way I could think to do it.
I approached a girl named Danielle, a 19 year-old high school senior with an air of exotic maturity about her, as well as a reputation as, well, a dyke and a slut. It was rumored that the only reason she’d finally made it to her senior year at 19 was a dalliance with the female assistant vice principal. I didn’t know if that was true, but her reputation counted for everything.
Danielle was sitting by herself on a bench outside of school waiting for her ride when I approached her. She was attractive, but rebel enough in her look that she didn’t have to put up with people dismissing her lesbianism. She was a gorgeous native Alaskan with creamy porcelain skin of an almost caramel hue, shiny black hair, flinty brown eyes, and an incredible figure. But she also had three nose-rings and a tattoo of a marijuana leaf on the back of her right hand. In Fairbanks that meant she was allowed to be a lesbian.
“Hi, Danielle,” I said, wishing my voice weren’t so sweet and perky.
She looked at me and nodded silently. She knew well enough who I was, but she didn’t really have anything to talk about with me, as far as she knew or cared.
“I need your help,” I told her simply, wishing I’d dressed sexier.
She looked at me questioningly, but still didn’t speak.
No reason to not just say it, I decided. “I need you to take my virginity and I need the world to know about it.”
She narrowed her pretty eyes. “How romantic.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Danielle, I’m sorry. I know this is rude, but I’m sick of no one believing I’m a lesbian. I love Angie, but I need to prove myself.”
“What, you want me to take your ass with a dildo in the gym while a bunch of people watch?”
I blushed even deeper. “Fuck you,” I finally said.
“No, fuck you,” she returned, getting up to walk you. “You’re too insensitive to be a lesbian.”
That burned, and I reeled for days. Then, on Angie’s 18th birthday, I had myself a plan.
My mom was going to be out of town on Friday night, so Angie and I made special plans for me to cook her dinner at my house. I told her to be prepared to spend the night, and while she was hesitant, I insisted that she at least be prepared to stay, even if she changed her mind later. She agreed, and the rest of the week, our hearts were aflutter and our stomachs full of butterflies.
And my spirit was still full of anger and pride. It’s almost painful to remember, but so intent was I on proving myself that I set up two hidden webcams in my house. One in the living room attached to my laptop and the other in my mom’s bedroom, attached to her computer. I even signed up an on-line site where I could post the videos, and used my own full name in screen name. I wanted there to be no doubt.
When Friday evening rolled around, I was excited and nervous all at once. I dressed in a pleated denim skirt with a light blue peasant blouse. Angie had seen my nipples once before and had been captivated by them, so I wore no bra under the lightweight top, which was loose enough that only shadows hinted at the sweet tidbits by which she was enthralled.
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2018.07.02 08:27 BlasphemyIsaBlast4me What is even going on?

This may be long and I apologize but I’m literally so lost.
So I am currently crushing on this bi-girl and can’t gauge whether she is actually showing some interest and I’m just a cliche “useless” Lesbian or we are just friends.
Why I don’t think so: - Tells me who she is crushing on (currently guys) constantly - Previous first relationship was with a femme and seems to have that preference based on who she mentions(I’m Butch) - Just has a general disposition of being overly affectionate/flirtatious so I could be reading into it cause I kinda want there to be something - Made a post of me for National Best Friend day
Why I’m confused: - Currently working on an Island(not Lesbos or it’d probably be easier) and I’m the only person she stays in contact with other than her family - She chooses to spend a majority of her free time together, she even came back for a break and only spent it with me, and did so before she went to her new job(almost every weekend) - Went to Pride together - Made each other playlists - Went on a weekend getaway together and she’s has stayed at my place overnight a few times - Just recently made a pic of us her phone’s wallpaper(although she does have a pic of her other besties on her phone case) - Post about me/funny moments on our chats on her finsta constantly(even saying our nightly FaceTimes is the best part of her day) - Said Nightly FaceTimes or chats end with “Love You”s and her calling me cute pet names.
So any ideas or opinions cause I’m really confused.
The thing is even if I knew how’d she felt I don’t know what to do with mine. While I have developed feeling for her, I don’t know if I’m willing to jeopardize our current friendship, and the happiness it gives me and will sustain me if we stayed as friends, for an actual dating relationship. Like I know I’m attracted to the idea of her as she’s way out of my league, a projection of some perfect ideals...but just...ahhhh why are women so beautiful and nice?!?
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2018.05.30 16:52 DPWICKY astronomy Isn't As straight As You Thought

Every year during the month of June, gay communities around the world celebrate various ‘gay pride’ events, but I doubt very much that when you see the so-called Freedom Flag, with its striking rainbow design, flying at various gay rights events such as the annual Gay Pride March, that astronomy would be the first thing that comes to mind, so this article on the subject of gay-related astronomy will probably be quite a surprise to you. "Gay astronomy?” I hear you say, 'I've never heard of such a thing!' You haven't, and with good reason. That aspect is usually ignored by astronomy magazines, books or TV shows. I have seldom, for example, seen the correct mythological story of Aquila the Eagle, and what Ganymede was really doing on Olympus, given in any astronomy book or magazine, nor many other aspects of mythology that relate to astronomy, so I thought this article would be rather fitting for June.
Astronomy isn't as straight as you think, not that you probably ever actually thought about it, at least in its mythological and historical connections. In Greek mythology there were 9 minor goddesses called Muses, and one of these, Urania, was the Muse of Astronomy, her name later being used to refer to anything connected with it; for example Johann Bayer's star catalogue of 1603, entitled Uranometria, or Johannes Hewelcke's Uranographia of 1690, and the great 16th century Danish astronomer Tycho Brahe called his observatory the Uraniborg. But Urania had another role, for she was also the protector of homosexual love (Of the concept of someone loving a person of their own sex that is, because the modern word 'homosexual' was first used in 1869, and of course would have meant nothing to an ancient Greek), and, because of the Muse’s role in Greek mythology, during the 19th century the word Uranian was widely used to describe homosexuals, giving us yet another connection with the Muse of Astronomy.
Jupiter, the largest planet of our Solar System, is surrounded by a considerable number of moons, the four largest of which, Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto, were discovered in 1610 by Galileo, using the then newly invented telescope, and are known as the 'Galilean Moons', easily visible with binoculars as 4 star-like objects, the planet-sized Ganymede being the largest of the quartet. In Greek mythology, the bi-sexual king of the gods, Zeus, fell in love with Ganymedes, a young man of great physical beauty, being a Phrygian shepherd-boy in some versions of the tale, and a prince, son of King Tros of Phrygia in others. Take your pick. As it happened Zeus was in need of a cupbearer at the time, since the former holder of that job, Hebe, had tripped and fallen while performing her duties. Having a few cups of golden nectar dumped over him didn't do a whole lot for Zeus, and he decided to combine business with pleasure and offer the job to the handsome young man who had just caught his divine eye, sending his messenger, a giant eagle, to carry Ganymedes to Olympus. Young Ganymedes saw this as a good career move – barman to the gods, live-in all expenses paid on Mount Olympus, plus a great fringe benefit: lover to the king of the gods – and so he took the offered employment. Who wouldn’t. Not that he had much choice of course, the eagle of Zeus didn't take 'no' for an answer. Zeus was so pleased with his young lover that he declared the eagle that had brought him to Olympus to be the greatest of birds, placing it in the heavens as a reward for its homosexual matchmaking services, where it became the constellation known to the Greeks as Aetos, 'The Eagle', and to the Romans as Ganymedes Raptrix, 'The Huntress of Ganymedes', which we know as the constellation of Aquila. All this gives us a gay moon, and, since Jupiter is the Roman name for Zeus, we also have a bi-sexual planet, with the king of the gods, mighty Jupiter, still attended by his lover, now called Ganymede. Another version of the story has Zeus turning himself into that flying job-recruitment agency, the eagle. Zeus frequently did that sort of thing in his straighter moments of desire – and he had many – the constellations of Cygnus and Taurus representing two of these escapades and giving us a couple of bi-sexual stargroups in the process, the former being the time he became a swan to visit Queen Leda of Sparta, and the latter commemorating his transformation into a white bull to abduct Princess Europa of Canaan, who still keeps him company, like Ganymede, as a moon, making a celestial threesome as they all journey together through the Solar System. How romantic. On Ganymede there are two craters named Gilgamesh and Enkidu, characters in the world's oldest surviving piece of literature, the great Babylonian story 'The Epic of Gilgamesh', preserved on clay tablets dating from the 3rd millennium B.C. It tells of the part-mortal part-god King Gilgamesh of Uruk, and his friend, the hero Enkidu, who he loved 'as a woman,' taking him as he would a wife, though the king also had female lovers. (Gilgamesh was based on an historical king, who lived around 2,700 B.C., though the tablets recording his embroidered exploits date from c. 2,000 B.C.) This is the first recorded mention of a same sex relationship and, since it is some 5,000 years old, it is perhaps the best answer to those who seem to think homosexuality was invented during the 19th century by Oscar Wilde. How fitting that our fictional Babylonian lovers should be found together on a gay moon.
On our own Moon, the dark areas that produce the 'Man in the Moon’ effect are known as Mare, from the Latin for 'sea’' though there is no liquid surface water on the Moon, and these areas are really large plains composed of dried lava flows, again easily visible in any binoculars. One of these is the Mare Humboltianum, 'Humboldt's Sea', named for the great German botanist, naturalist, zoologist, artist and explorer Alexander von Humboldt, 1769-1859, who explored the Orinoco and Amazon rivers of South America, returning with an amazing 60,000 plant specimens, as well as making numerous astronomical observations. He explored and collected so much in fact that it took him over 20 years to write an account of his travels. Among the named craters on the Moon we find quite a few gay names, among them Zeno, for the 5th century BCE Greek philosopher Zeno of Elea, who you probably never even heard of, and Da Vinci, for that amazing painter, inventor, musician, engineer, astronomer and general all-round genius, Leonardo Da Vinci, 1452-1519, who everyone has heard of. It was he incidentally who first suggested that the Mare might be water, and he may have invented an astronomical telescope of some kind, though no records of it survive, apart from a vague reference in one of his diaries. We also find the crater Julius Caesar, whose famous remark 'I came, I saw, I conquered' applied not only to a number of countries but to some of their rulers as well. Indeed the bi-sexual Roman general, as a young man, acquired the nickname 'The Queen of Bithynia' after a love affair with King Nicamedes IV of that country. Last but not least we have that greatest of Athenian philosophers, Plato. Of course the gayness of Plato, what came to be known as ''Greek Love', wasn't exactly what we think of today as being gay, but he was far from what would be considered straight by our standards, a man who never married and wrote of the perfection of homoerotic relationships, his ‘Symposium’ having been described as almost a manual for the pursuit of the homoerotic spiritual path, even though at other times he spoke against the concept. While not wholly acceptable in many parts of Greece, among the armies and among the noble families in the city states of Athens and Sparta, there was the mind-set that you had sex with a woman just for fun or children, but for genuine compatibility and bonding you had sex with one who was your equal, in others words a man. Well that was so obvious it hardly needed saying. The Moon was also the setting for a gay story which was I'm sure also the first ever science fiction story as well, dating from the 2nd century A.D., when the Greek satirist Lucian of Samosata wrote of a man who travelled to the Moon, found an all-male population, and ended up taking the son of the Moon King in marriage. No women, so how did the king have a son? Simple. They grew children from plants derived from planting a left testicle. Why the left testicle and not the right one? I have no idea. The planets too have their share of gay-named craters, the gayest planet of all being little Mercury. On its baking hot surface, well over 400 degrees C during the day, we find craters named for the ancient Greek playwright Sophocles, that well-known Italian decorator of ecclesiastical ceilings Michelangelo, American poet Walt Whitman, French writer Marcel Proust and poet Arthur Rimbaud, Russian author Nikolai Gogol, bi-sexual British poet Lord Byron, and American nautical author Herman Melville of Moby Dick fame. The craters carry only the surnames, by the way.
Venus is the only female planet and, very appropriately, since it is named for the Roman goddess of love, we find on it the only women in our gay survey of the heavens. Firstly there is bi-sexual French writer Colette, best known for her novel Gigi. Then there is Sappho, named for Sappho of Lesbos, who lived around 600 B.C., greatest lyric poet of the ancient world, referred to by Plato as the Tenth Muse, and history's first recorded lesbian. Indeed it is from her Aegean island home of Lesbos that we get the term 'Lesbian', which actually only means a resident of that island, just as a Dubliner is a resident of Dublin, so you could say, quite correctly, that every man, woman and child on the island was a lesbian! Her name has also given us the term 'Sapphic Love' to describe a woman-to-woman relationship. Unfortunately the church authorities in Rome and Constantinople, with their usual ever so tolerant acceptance of other people’s beliefs and desires, collected and burned all the copies of her work they could find, in 1073 A.D., regarding love between women as a very dangerous poetic topic, oh yes, it could have unleased moral disintegration across the known world, and they carried out their destructive prejudices so efficiently that only a few tiny fragments of her poems have survived. Completing our planetary tour we come to the red planet, Mars, where, though we won't find canals or little green men, gay or otherwise, we do find Leonardo Da Vinci once again. Lying between Mars and Jupiter are thousands of small lumps of rock known as the Asteroids or Minor Planets and yes, some of them are gay. Asteroid number 30 is Urania, the Muse of Gayness if you like, and number 80 is named for that 'extra' Muse, Sappho. 1036 is Ganymede, and 54 is Alexandra, which, despite its seemingly feminine form, is named for Alexander von Humboldt. (Not a jibe at his sexuality, other asteroids being named in this odd fashion as well, for some reason which totally escapes me) He died not long after his asteroid was discovered, so perhaps the shock was too much for him, coming on top of all the years spent sorting out those 60,000 plants. Number 3000 is Leonardo, in honour once again of the great Italian genius, with 3001 being his fellow countryman, Michelangelo. Women are not well represented in the gay night sky, but astronomically-minded lesbians might take note of the star Gamma Orionis, Bellatrix, in the constellation of Orion, its proper name meaning 'Female Warrior' and known as the 'Amazon Star'. The Amazons, that mythical race of warrior women who supposedly fought in the Trojan War, were armed with a double-bladed battle axe known as a Labyris, and this has become a modern lesbian emblem, worn for example as an earring or pendant, and I've even seen one used as a car sticker. The Labyris was also the symbol of the Greek goddess of the harvest, Demeter, and lesbian sex in fact formed part of her worship rituals, so there is a gay female connection with the constellation of Virgo, which represents Demeter, the goddess depicted in the sky holding an ear of wheat in her hand. The constellation of Lacerta, The Lizard, was devised by Johannes Hewelcke in the 17th century, but in 1787 the German astronomer Johann Elert Bode used its stars for his own proposed constellation, Honores Frederici, 'The Honours of Frederick', dedicated to the greatest military genius and most openly gay man of the age, King Frederick II of Prussia, 1712-1786, better known as Frederick the Great, or Friedrich der Grosse if you want it in German. As a young man Prince Frederick was regularly beaten by his father, King Friedrich Willhelm I, and forced to watch his lover executed, all in an attempt to 'cure' his homosexuality. The 'treatment' failed however, and as king, just as gay as ever, he took Prussia from an unimportant little country to the greatest military power on the Continent, introduced many reforms, abolished torture and brought in religious toleration, as well as encouraging the arts, though he tolerated no opposition to his authority. Herr Bode wasn't attempting to gain royal favours, by the way, when he dedicated his constellation to Frederick, the king was in no position to grant any, since he happened to be dead at the time. The constellation didn't catch on however, and the humble lizard replaced the great gay king to take its place once again in the heavens. Though representing that pair from Greek mythology, Castor and Polydeuces (Pollux), the constellation of Gemini has also been seen as the Biblical pair of ...well, shall we say rather more than 'just good friends', David and Jonathan.
From Roman times some of the stars that would later become Scutum, along with a number from Aquila, formed the constellation of Antinous, devised in the 2nd century A.D. and dedicated to the handsome young man who was the lover of the gay Roman emperor Caesar Traianus Hadrianus Augustus, better known to history as Hadrian (of Scottish wall-building fame), a genuinely caring and compassionate ruler who tried to improve the living standards of his subjects, and cared for the welfare of his soldiers: a rare thing among Roman emperors. Hadrian was touring the then Roman province of Egypt, with Antinous, when a fortune-teller told them that one of the two would soon die. Hoping to save his beloved emperor by making the prophecy come true on the spot, Antinous, with rather more loving devotion than common sense, promptly threw himself into the Nile. The devastated Hadrian mourned his lover for the rest of his life, surrounding himself with statues of the young man, but initially he named a city on the Nile in his honour, Antinopolis; declared Antinous a god, and ordered that his image be depicted among the stars. The real-life relationship between Hadrian and Antinous had already been compared with the mythological one between Zeus and Ganymedes (the emperor was of course also considered to be a god), and for that reason Antinous was placed in the sky below Ganymedes Raptrix, carried by the eagle of Zeus across the sky to Hadrian just as it had bourn Ganymedes to Zeus on Mount Olympus. The mythological symbolism was perfect: mighty god and beautiful young lover. Some starmaps continued to show Antinous until the late 18th century, after which time it was universally dropped.
The constellation of Aquarius represents our old friend Ganymedes once again, depicted in the sky pouring liquid from a jar, though the nature of the jar's contents depends on the version you choose. One has him pouring water for the benefit of the drought-stricken peoples of the Earth, but, for those who prefer a somewhat stronger brew, he is also seen in his role as bartender of Mount Olympus, pouring not water but golden nectar and wine for the gods in general and his lover Zeus in particular. This makes Aquarius the only constellation that still actually represents a gay person, though, as we have seen, others have done so in times gone by. Returning to Earth, we now take a look at a gay astronomer, Dr. Franklin E. Kameny. In 1959 Dr. Kameny, a Harved-trained astronomer and World War II combat veteran, was fired from his job as an observational astronomer for the United States Government, working with the Army Mapping Service – simply because he was gay. He then devoted his life to fighting for gay rights; believing that what he, or a straight person for that matter, did in the bedroom was nobody else's business. He organised the first gay pickets on the White House and other government buildings, formed the Washington D.C. chapter of the Mattachine Society (one of the first gay rights groups), and led the initial legal battles against the ban on gays serving in the U.S. armed forces. He continued to fight for gay rights into old age, dying in 2011 at the age of 86. Some of the best known gay emblems are also connected with astronomy, for example that for a gay man is simply the astronomical symbol for Mars doubled and overlapped, while the lesbian emblem is the overlapping double Venus symbol. The 11th letter of the Greek alphabet, Lambda, is used to denote the 11th brightest star in a constellation, from a system devised by Johann Bayer in 1603, but it is also a gay emblem, first used in 1969 by the Gay Activists Alliance in New York. Perhaps we should leave the last word to Sappho of Lesbos who, obviously alone in her bedroom some 2,600 years ago, made some astronomical observations, putting them into a poem, a fragment of which survived the attentions of the medieval church: Tonight I've watched the Moon and then the Pleiades go down. The night is now half-gone; youth goes; I am in bed alone. So you see, astronomy isn't as straight as you thought!
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2018.04.02 19:19 frozenmontanan Lost, confused, afraid I made a huge mistake

Hi, this is probably my first post. I am sure that looks funny but I just didn't know where else to turn. I generally avoid things like this, it feels like screaming into the void but I just don't know anymore.
I'm sure everyone has heard it a million times, the woman who was told her whole life that she should like men, dated them, lived with them and ended up married to one only to find that she might have made a huge mistake. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel foolish for all of this, I spend a lot of time thinking that maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion, maybe I'm just caught up on a flight of fancy and there is no reason to waste my time and energy on something I don't even understand. Problem is I keep coming back here, I keep coming back to this painful feeling that I'm alone, that all I feel when I see a man is nothing. I love my husband, he is my best friend but I fear that may be all he is. This always happens. I think I have found someone but I just end up tossing and turning and eventually leaving because they just can't hold my heart or my body. I can try, I can fake it, but I just don't want men, they do nothing for me. I have been with women in the past and there was nothing like having someone know you, I didn't have to spend time wading through bullshit of social norms that makes so many of the men in my life - even friends - alien to me. Not to mention they always made something in me light up, being with a woman felt like I was whole every time. She was always my passion, I would draw her, I would write music for her, she would be my everything but they all left in the end. Maybe that's my fault for being so confused. My dad was always accepting of me, I was lucky, he adored my girlfriends and never once made me feel bad. In fact he introduced me to women he thought I might like when he met a friend with a daughter who was going through the same thing. But it wasn't always that easy, at school they signed petitions to have me locked out of the girls bathroom and locker rooms. Eventually I had to change in the nurse's room for swim class and the school went so far as to talk to me about my "deviant sexual behavior". I got called a dike and harassed for being with a girl. They threw things, they chased us, they beat us. I am ashamed to say that it got to the point it was just easier to conform and be with a guy than keep fighting. I will never forget the day I was almost expelled for beating a boy unconscious for trying to convert me. I earned quite a reputation for violence and eventually I ended up locked in a special needs class. I wasn't allowed to see other kids. After that I just dropped out. Being a little brown lesbian girl seemed to be the perfect storm of reasons for people to be jerks, even my teachers made snide remarks about the class lesbo. So I conformed. I conformed hard and embraced it, it hurt less when it felt like my own idea I think. I don't know why I'm writing this but damn it feels so good to finally get it all out. Now I'm with this man who I fought so hard to be with because he made me feel so close to something I had never had. He's an immigrant from England and that means the stakes are even higher, if all of a sudden I change my mind he is deported and all that work and money was for nothing. He's such a great guy, he really is and he deserves better than having his whole life uprooted because of me. I just can't pretend anymore. I don't want to be something I'm not, I'm tired of feeling empty and alienated from the world. I'm tired of feeling disgusted with myself after he finishes with me and rolls over. I'm tired of feeling ashamed. I just want to be loved and love someone who understands me. My friends don't get it, they use me like a prop to get attention from guys at bars. They want me to objectify them, smack them on the butt and cuddle them, kiss them so they can show their guys how interesting and sexy they are and it just makes me feel used. Sad thing is, it's the only way I get to even taste that feeling again and I always come back for more. I don't think I have any dignity left. I have been saying I'm bi for years but it just doesn't feel like that, even worse, saying I'm bi makes me disgusting to women. It aches my heart to have someone say to me "I won't be with someone who has had their mouth around a cock" like I'm filthy now, like I can never be clean. As someone who was assaulted, who didn't get a choice, I still carry that hurt. I'm not dirty or contaminated! It's like I have to repent for the evils pushed on me and that's just not fair. I don't ever feel like I belong with lesbians and I don't belong with straight women, I frankly don't have any interest in hovering in the bi crowd because I just don't want to deal with any male sexuality. So here I am. I wish I could cry or scream, or feel anything other than sick. I'm an artist, a writer, a painter, a sculptor, a seamstress, a singer, I can externalize my pain in any form but it is never understood. So, I offer it to you internet. I scream into the void and hope that maybe it will see me.
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2017.06.06 08:05 Elfdemon 😡😩All lesbians and all bisexuals are THOTS! 😒😤

😡😩All lesbians and all bisexuals are THOTS! 😒😤 Do I have to repeat meself? 😠All lesbos and bi chicks are THOTS! 🙊👿I'm not gonna repeat myself, so get it into your THICK head!😤 You need to date a good STRAIGHT girl who likes DICKS and DICKS ONLY!😩 If your girl doesn't like DICKS ONLY, then she a THOT!😋 If she likes the vagine, then she a THOT!😡😒 If she likes the titty, then she a THOT!🔥 If she likes the booty (of a human of the female category) then she's a THOT!🙊 (she can like the booty of a human of the male category thats fine that doesn't make her a thot)!😩🙂 You need yourself a respectable STRAIGHT girl!🤔 She must be STRAIGHT as an arrow, or she a THOT!😤😠 If she lesbo, then she a THOT!🔥😩 You need yourself a RESPECTABLE girl!🙊😠 No THOTTIES allowed!👿
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2016.12.25 11:42 MetasequoiaLeaf Update 9: My first-time-viewer girlfriend has seen The Body. And, er, the rest of season 5. We couldn't help ourselves.

Prior posts: Buffy 1, Buffy 2, Buffy 3, Buffy 4, Angel 1, Buffy 5, Buffy 6, Angel 2, Buffy 7, Angel 3, Buffy 8, Angel 4, Buffy 9, Angel 5. Latest Angel.
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After we saw Into the Woods, my girlfriend had this to say:
"I'm conflicted. I don't like Riley, so I'm happy. But Buffy is sad, so I'm sad."
Pretty sure that's the majority opinion at this point in the series.
She's getting more and more on Spike's side, as you'll see going forward.
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She was surprised that the triangle in Triangle was Anya-Xander-Willow. She didn't see why Anya had any reason to be jealous of Willow, especially wondering, "Why now?" I pointed out that Anya came into the series because Xander cheated on Cordelia with Willow, and to a thousand-plus-year-old ex-demon that would feel very recent; and, more to the point, Xander and Willow are and have been close friends for most of their lives, and they had a connection that Anya couldn't match. Anya and Xander have their own, different connection, but he and Willow will always be close. She nodded sagely at that.
She also keeps telling Spike to "ganbare!", a Japanese word that's difficult to translate exactly but basically means "try!" or "do your best!" She wants him to become good through his love for Buffy. Him pointedly not drinking from Olaf's victims was more endearing to her than it was to Buffy I guess.
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She liked Checkpoint, though perhaps not as much as I do. She liked seeing Buffy be cool with her closing speech about power (which I adore), and liked seeing her put her trust in Spike towards the end.
She was also amused at the brief use of Japanese in the episode.
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I know a lot of people, admittedly including myself at first, aren't the biggest fans of Dawn initially. My girlfriend, on the other hand, has been sympathetic to her from the get-go see my previous post), and Blood Ties further reaffirmed that affection.
I think it's a testament to the quality of this show's writing that there are such a wide variety of opinions about each character. For basically every character, you'll find people who love them, people who hate them, people who couldn't care less about them, people who like them in some seasons but not others... they feel like real, fully-fleshed out people, with strengths and weaknesses, flaws and foibles, and that's what makes them such compelling characters.
That's a big part of why I love watching this show with my girlfriend so much. It's so fascinating to see where her opinions are going to differ from mine. I loved Tara from the moment she appeared on screen, but my girlfriend really missed Oz and took a while to warm to her. I was never that interested in Angel as a character until he got a bit more fleshed-out on his own show; meanwhile, my girlfriend's obsession with Angel has been well documented. She's highly opinionated and she's not afraid to voice those opinions, and I love her for it.
Also, she wasn't really all that shocked when Ben turned into Glory. She already knew Ben was "warui", so I guess the fact that he is Glory wasn't particularly surprising to her. (I briefly considered pretending not to remember Ben is Glory, for the joke, but like with the Dawn thing, I didn't want to lie to her, especially since she still sometimes asks me to explain certain things to her.)
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My girlfriend has been saying for a while now that she wanted to see Drusilla again, so when she showed up again in Angel, my girlfriend was initially very glad to see her. However, her actions over on that series...well, check out the Angel reactions post for that. At any rate, she was significantly less eager to see Dru back this time round, especially since she's so heavily rooting for Spike to be good. Dru's influence on Spike was met with many "Yabai!"s (roughly, "Dangerous!" or "Not good!").
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Before we watched I Was Made to Love You, I informed my girlfriend that we would be deviating from our standard Buffy-Angel-Buffy-Angel watch order to watch two Buffy episodes in a row, and then two Angel episodes in a row. I also informed her that if we watched this next one, we had to watch both. Not surprisingly, this concerned her greatly. But, I felt it was necessary to make sure we watched The Body straight away.
Throughout the ep, my girlfriend had a lot of sympathy for April. She tends to go for the pathos characters.
As much as she's rooting for Spike at the moment, she still really appreciated Giles' "We are not your way to Buffy" moment. She commented that he's a good father-figure for Buffy, straight-up calling him her "otōsan" (father).
I needn't've worried about continuing to the next episode before. After the final scene where Buffy finds Joyce on the couch, she demanded, "Next!" I obliged.
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My girlfriend handled watching The Body with incredible grace. It is not an easy episode to watch. I've seen it easily half a dozen times, and I still got misty-eyed. She didn't cry, not once. But she also didn't get faux-mad at me for showing her a sad story. She acknowledged the episode as not just sad, not just moving, not just good dramatic storytelling, but also important.
We talked about how the episode portrayed each character's different ways of expressing grief, and what each response says about said character. (Xander is angry, Willow is anxious, Tara is empathetic, Anya is confused, Giles is all business and trying to be productive, Dawn is devastated and in denial, and Buffy is mostly...numb.)
We had already discussed, when we watched Hush, how this show helped convince American audiences and critics that television can tell compelling stories, and how the current era of TV being not terrible was ushered in, in part, by this series. The Body does a great deal to reaffirm that.
I also pointed out that Willow and Tara shared their first on-screen kiss this episode.
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She had a lot less to say about Forever. She liked seeing Spike helping Dawn, and continued to feel for Buffy's sister.
But mainly she was just glad to see Angel and Buffy back together, however briefly.
It was also around this point that she mentioned how glad she was that we were watching Buffy and Angel together (hint, hint), saying she liked the contrast, how Buffy could have a sad story and go through this terrible loss, while Angel gets a more uplifting story about reuniting with his team, and vice versa, and so on. She also indicated that she liked the added weight knowledge of both series gave the crossover events like this one, and I couldn't agree more.
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She was very entertained while watching Intervention. She didn't care that Spike built a sexbot in Buffy's likeness, she was just happy to see him refuse to tell Glory about Dawn being the Key, and appreciated Buffy's respect for that. Plus the Buffybot was funny.
She maintains that Angel is the best, but it looks like Spike will do.
On to the final arc!
~~
Before we watched Tough Love, I again informed my girlfriend that we would not be watching the next Angel episode after this, but would instead be watching Buffy-Buffy-Buffy-Buffy, then Angel-Angel-Angel-Angel. To my girlfriend, this was again cause for considerable alarm. Multi-parters mean drama, and in Buffy, as she knows, drama means sadness.
As an aside, we've been following a watch-order of my own design. It sticks to production/air date order, except in the case of multi-parters, with special consideration given to crossover events. (All the ones I've seen switch Fool for Love and Darla, among other confusing choices, so I made one of my own.) I can see the argument if someone thinks the Buffy "protect Dawn from Glory" 4 episode arc and the Angel "Pylea" 4 episode arc should be watched in air date order, so you go straight from Buffy's death in The Gift to Angel's discovery of it, but I prefer to keep the final arcs of each connected, instead of breaking each up with the other. That way you're watching two complete, coherent stories, one after the other, rather than, "Here's Buffy fleeing from Glory! But meanwhile, back on the demon-dimension-ranch..." I think it's better to get Buffy's complete story, and then, "Here's what Angel and company were doing while all that was going on." I honestly also think that the impact of seeing Angel learn about Buffy's passing can be given more weight by a bit of distance, so you've almost forgotten what happened to the Slayer what with all the crazy, wacky demon dimension stuff, and then all at once you're forced to confront it, just like Angel is.
Anyway, the episode. My girlfriend found Willow and Tara's fight a little hard to follow. Phrases like "lesbo street cred" aren't exactly things she's encountered before, living her whole life in Japan. So, as usual, I walked her through what she'd missed. I explained Willow's frustration with her inability to properly emphasize, and Tara's struggle with Willow's continually growing power, and finally, Tara's concern that Willow's romantic affections for her were less than permanent.
Another aside: I know a lot of modern audiences are put off by what they see as bi-erasure. Willow was straight, until she met Tara, and she suddenly and completely wasn't, and never does anyone so much as breathe the word "bisexual." That never bothered me, however, for two reasons. First, the show is a product of its time, so even having a lesbian character in the main cast is impressive, even without getting into some of the nuances of the spectrum of sexuality. Second, I think the show is actually doing something a bit more subtle than people tend to give it credit for.
All the evidence in the show seems to indicate that Willow is in fact bisexual. Her attraction to Giles, her muted but ever-present affection for Xander, her feelings for Oz...Willow is clearly still attracted to men. But I think there's a very good reason why she nonetheless identifies as a lesbian exclusively. A lot of bisexual people, bisexual women in particular, face a stigma in the gay community. People assume they're "experimenting," or "doing it for attention," and that they'll go back to dating men once they've "had their fun." It's messed up, but it's what a lot of people think, and it leads a lot of bisexual folks in relationships to identify exclusively as one or the other. In this little spat, Tara expresses exactly that concern, putting Willow in an uncomfortable position. (Sidebar to the sidebar: to those people, whom I know exist, who think Tara is "too perfect," I point to this, and her many other sometimes crippling insecurities.) Of course Willow's not going to admit to still being attracted to dudes. And even then, in this scene, she doesn't actually claim that she isn't. She just tries to reassure Tara that she does in fact love her. And yes, I explained all this to my girlfriend.
All right, enough of my asides. Back to her reactions.
My girlfriend has been predicting that Willow would grow stronger and become a powerful witch for quite some time, and in a lot of ways, this attack on Glory is the beginning of the culmination of that, before we begin to explore the consequences of that climb in power (with, erm, mixed effectiveness) next season.
We also talked about how this episode is all about the different challenges of loving someone. Buffy's struggle to protect Dawn, Willow and Tara's first fight, Willow's devastation over Tara's brain being drained, Spike's injuries from refusing to give up the Key's identity to Glory...love can be hard. Luckily our relationship is perfect and we never have any problems.
And then Glory rips the wall off, and learns that Dawn is the Key, and my girlfriend understands why we're watching the next episode without stopping to check in on the happenings in LA.
~~
We both had a lot less to say about Spiral. It's a lot of action and fleeing and drama.
I don't think she ever was convinced Giles was going to die.
The ending really demands that one continue on to the next episode, and so did my girlfriend. So we did.
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The Weight of the World, too, I see as more of a vehicle to get all the pieces into place for the next episode than that much of a story in its own right. I tried to get a discussion going about what she thought the right thing to do was; would it be right to kill Dawn to protect the world? To kill Ben? But she again just wanted to proceed to the next episode. She was eager to see the conclusion. Can't really blame her.
~~
The Gift is fantastic. It is the perfect culmination of and conclusion to this season. Every episode from season 5 comes back in some way. Every character gets a chance to shine.
When Xander proposed to Anya, she gave her strongest, "Why now?!" yet. That made me laugh.
In the moment while Giles was suffocating Ben, she called out, "Yabai!" But afterwards, she acknowledged the necessity of it, how Giles was protecting Buffy and her heroic identity by doing the thing that she could not. She called him, once again, a good father, and declared, "He is so...adult!"
My girlfriend was initially upset that the season had a "sad ending," but I told her I don't think Buffy's death is a sad moment. Buffy is a hero, through and through, and her sacrifice is the ultimate realization of that heroism. She came around...to a degree.
She said she felt the worst for Spike, whom we see crying over Buffy's death at the end. Spike had come so far, and, to my girlfriend, proved himself capable of good, and of heroism, but he couldn't save Dawn or Buffy in the end.
She had of course seen all my DVDs already, and we had discussed the future seasons in vague, non-spoilery terms, so of course she knew that the show was coming back, and predicted that Buffy would be resurrected by a spell, or a demon, or something. "I know this show by now," she informed me. She also mentioned that if she had been watching the show as it aired, she would have written in to demand that they continue the story.
Now, I informed her, it was time to find out what Angel had been doing this whole time. Again, see here for that. (Am I pushing that hard enough?)
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Since she was so upset with Buffy's death, we proceeded into Angel season 3/Buffy season 6 pretty much immediately.
Bargaining (parts 1 and 2) was definitely not the return she was expecting. She had predicted, as I mentioned above, that Buffy would be brought back by a spell or something, though I think she, like perhaps most viewers on their first watch-through, hadn't anticipated the consequences of that.
She was sad to see Giles leave. She picked up instantly on the changed opening credits, so she understands that we're going to be seeing less of him this season. She misses his little finger-raise from Hush; we had taken to doing it with him as the credits played. It's such a good encapsulation of his role in the Scoobies and his character, how could you not love it?
She was thrilled to see Spike continuing to protect Dawn, even without Buffy in the picture.
~~
She also appreciated seeing Spike and Buffy reunited in After Life.
She was a bit jokingly upset when the word "thaumogenesis" came up, because good god, she's not a native English speaker, and that is not an easy word! I reassured her that she didn't have to worry about a word like that; not even native speakers should be expected to know what the heck "thaumogenesis" is supposed to mean.
She also had a little trouble understanding Buffy and Spike's conversation at the end of the episode.
"What can they never know?" she inquired. "Is she...not Buffy?"
I explained that, no, that's definitely Buffy, but she wasn't rescued from hell, like her friends believe she was; she was dragged out of heaven. Kinda worse, when you think about it.
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And that's where we are at the moment! I'll post another update soon, I imagine, as we proceed through the rest of season 6. It should be fun; she has no idea OMWF is coming up, for one thing. That's gonna be good.
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2016.02.25 23:04 nikkitgirl My Weekend

So I spent last weekend at an LGBT conference (MBLGTACC for those curious). It was really cool and it led to a lot of thinking on my part. So I'm going to describe my experience and some of the ways I was thinking.
To preface, in the past 6 months or so I've gotten less and less involved in the trans community. I've been identifying as a lesbian first and a trans woman eventually. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that, of course, but it's important backstory. Additionally, very recently I have had some people point out that I'm capable of passing with a bit of effort, which is a concept I struggle to believe.
Friday night, not much happened, I got called a "f*g by a local, I drank way too much wine while hanging out with my friends from school, I enjoyed the night air on a beautiful campus, I got recorded drunkenly falling off a bed in the background of a video of people spanking the president of our organization... You know, normal conference stuff.
On Saturday morning I, being hungover from an entire bottle of wine and up way too late, slept through most of the first workshop. I ended up showing up to the last 15 minutes of a workshop on femme identities in queer culture/history. Which, along with the next workshop I attended (by the same presenter) on femme and butch history. I really appreciated the presenter's inclusion of trans women in this topic, and in fact at the end she said that because she works at a makeup store and understands that many trans women do have difficulty accessing makeup she had brought a bunch of it for any trans woman or any femme identified person that doesn't have access to it to have and she would help match it to skin tone and everything.
Those presentations really made me think about how comfortable I am in the tomboy role I've established for myself and I realized that I do identify a bit more on the femme side and that I want to experiment with that more in my life. I want to try things like wearing more makeup than just eyeliner, I want to wear skirts from time to time, I want to stop living the easy way and try new ways of expressing my womanhood.
The next session I attended was on tensions between lesbians and bi women especially on tumblr (notice a theme in the sessions I attended). A large part of the reason I chose that one was because a friend recently realized she's bi not gay and I want to be a better ally to the bi community. It was a really good presentation that while I learned a lot, it didn't really invoke any major thoughts.
The next session and the last of the day had filled out the one I wanted to attend, so I ended up attending one titled "Trans 101." Halfway through I walked out because it was so anti-binary that I felt very uncomfortable being there as a person that identifies on the binary. The presenter also kept using heterosexism to mean cissexism, which just got to me way more than it should have. I went to a meh presentation on queering sex ed for the rest of the session.
Next we had an identity forum, where we went into a room based on identity and talked about it. All day I had been trying to decide whether I wanted to go to the lesbian or the trans one. I decided in the end that I should go to the trans one because I had faced so much more difficulties being trans than I had as a lesbian (I mean, people rarely see me as a girl when I'm out on a date). I made the right choice. It started off kinda sucky and I was in a group dominated by guys talking about T and such, but I started talking to a woman I had met a few hours earlier which was really nice. I then spent a good 15 minutes awkwardly sucked into a conversation about economic systems with a woman that had presented on queer Marxism. Once I had freed myself I ended up in a group of really cool trans women that wound up blending with a similar group of men (that included a guy from my school that I went there with). We ended up getting along great and I even met someone named Abby that recognized me from reddit when I mentioned that I moderate over here and on asktransgender. I even met a tall, passing girl that hit me whenever I made too bad of a joke, and to think I thought I wasn't going to get that while I was away from home :P. To put it simply I had met some great people that I really liked. The topic of passing came up and someone being completely honest said that I'm at the threshold of passing and that if I were to dress more feminine I would most likely be passing which reaffirmed my desire to experiment more with femininity. Some of them like Abby found themselves having to leave on time, but the rest of us stayed and ended up missing the scheduled movie "Matt Shepard Is a Friend of Mine"
Over the course of the day I found myself talking with other trans people about topics ranging from the way our dysphoria manifests to the bullying that we or others did to us as a child because we were seen in some way as feminine (one person's story got to me so strongly)
Me and these newfound friends went to a speech by Jill Shepard. That speech really got to me because she reminded me so much of my mother. It made me realize that my mom would have done the same level of relentless advocacy had I been a victim of such a crime. After hearing everything she did, I have so much respect for that woman.
Afterwards I had to get ready for the dance/drag show they were throwing. I put on a skirt, which when combined with my rainbow shirt, flannel, unshaved legs (to the point where my thighs were shredding each other), and dyking boots I was dressed unbelievably lesbo-stereotypical. That said, I felt so pretty in my skirt. I was captured by gender euphoria. So captured I missed just how cissexist a comment by a drag queen was. Abby actually stormed out over this, rightfully so. I spent the rest of the dance dancing with my trans friends that had stayed through the movie and everything.
After the dance ended my friends from back home all went to go hang out at one of our rooms. After getting over the awkwardness of walking in on someone having sex and deciding a different room was in order, we ended up messing around with condoms and everything, including doing the condom challenge (drop a full condom of water on someone's head from a height and it will bend around the head instead of breaking). Around that time Abby and two other people show up completely unexpectedly, and we invite them in because the more the merrier. We all had a lot of fun hanging out with them. And we learned that Abby does a podcast "Diary of a Trans Woman" that is pretty awesome from what I've listened to so far. She's an entertaining and honest person who I am seriously happy to have met.
After the sane people decided to go to bed Abby, her friends, and I went out and started talking about our personal experiences and everything. After a while outside, Abby says that she's in the mood to record the next episode of her podcast tonight and wants to know if we want to be guests on it (mind you it's 2:15-ish AM and stuff is starting at 8 in the morning the next day). The other two people decide to bail, but I was having such a good experience hanging out with her and I felt that this was a special opportunity, so I took her up on that offer and after a while of searching for a place to do it and talking about our advocacy within the trans community. That conversation, along with the discussions I had had earlier made me realize that I want to do so much more advocacy for the trans community than I already am and reminded me how much I love doing it.
When we finally got around to actually making the podcast the topic was actually drag, namely how offended we are by it, as inspired by casual cissexism from a drag performer at an event that had otherwise very much acknowledged trans people's presence. It was a wonderful experience getting to talk about my feelings on this issue and feel valid in my dislike for drag and most drag performers.
Sunday I attended a very meh workshop on dealing with microaggressions and went to closing ceremonies. I had some discussions with my group about intersectionality and the role of allies in the community, before heading back home
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2015.07.20 20:11 bunnylover726 Funny Comebacks to Binegative Nonsense

Because the only response that stupid nonsense deserves is more nonsense…
[Bi-negative Nancy]: So which do you like better? Straight sex or lesbian sex?
[Bi woman]: Apples and oranges
[Bi-negative Nancy]: But they’re both sex
[Bi woman]: But they’re both fruit
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Two girls making out is hot, but I could never get into watching two guys…
[Bisexual]: (interrupts them) Not with that attitude you can’t! :D
[Confused person]: Yeah, well everyone’s a little bit bisexual
[Bisexual]: (raise your eyebrows and give them a flirty look) Oh really? Are you willing to back that statement up? (lick your lips and look seductively into their eyes)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Bisexuals are just confused
[Bisexual]: Yeah, multivariable calculus is confusing as hell. So’s the political situation in the Middle East, and quantum mechanics and…
[alternate response]: Yeah - confused by your prejudice
[not recommended alternate response]: Yeah, I’m really confused as to how someone could possibly be as stupid as you. Did your mom drop you on your head as a kid or something?
[Bi-negative Nancy]: You’re either gay, straight, or lying
[Bisexual]: Why yes, I am a lion (purrs, growls, and roars)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Yeah, but which are you really?
[Bisexual]: I don’t know, why don’t you ask your mom? … AND YOUR DAD?! BOOM!
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Bisexuals will sleep with anybody
[Bisexual]: (laugh really hard then shout loud enough that everyone nearby can hear) I WOULDN’T SLEEP WITH YOU IF YOU WERE THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH! (point and continue laughing loudly)
[Confused person]: Pansexual? So you have a thing for cookware?
[Pansexual]: (whips out a frying pan) Aw yeah, baby! I love me some sexy cookware…
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Bisexuality is just a stepping stone to coming out as gay
[Bisexual]: Like how heterosexuality is just a stepping stone to coming out as bi? I identified as “heterosexual” (in air quotes) before I came out as bi too (smile and nod)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Bisexuals aren’t real- they’re just gay people who are too scared to come all the way out of the closet
[Bisexual]: Heterosexuals aren’t real- they’re just bi people who are too scared to come out of the closet
[alternate response]: Yeah, we're just really sexy hallucinations
[other alternate response]: Yeah, we're actually a rare pokémon type
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Bisexuality means you have to like both equally
[Bisexual]: Yes, and bilingual people must speak both languages equally. And for a bill to be bipartisan it must have exactly equal support from Republicans and Democrats. And bipolar people must spend exactly equal times in manic and depressive states. And bi-color corn is exactly 50% yellow kernels and 50% white kernels. And… (If you feel like educating someone, this is where you show them the Robyn Ochs definition of bisexuality… and/or where you tell them that “both” isn’t really accurate because there are more than two genders.)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Calling yourself bisexual erases non-binary people because bi means two!
[Bisexual]: We can’t call jellyfish jellyfish- I slathered peanut butter on one once and took a bite and it was horrendous!
[alternate responses]: (said while poking them) You can’t call yourself white! You’re actually a pinky fleshy color!/ You can’t call yourself black! You’re actually a delightfully chocolately coffee brownish color!/ You can’t call yourself a lesbian! You’re from Long Island, not the Isle of Lesbos!/ You can’t call yourself gay! You’re not happy all the time!/ (the list goes on and on…)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Calling yourself bisexual enforces the gender binary because bi means two!
[Non-binary bisexual person]: Umm…. No?
[Bi-negative Nancy]: I’ve only seen you with men, so you must be straight/gay!
[Bisexual]: And I’ve only seen you alone, so you must be asexual
[Confused person]: So how do you know if you’re… you know… a pitcher or a catcher?
[Bisexual person with penis]: Well, a lock of your hair is taken to the top of a mountain where 12 gay and bisexual elders gather. They perform a ritual, and drop the lock of your hair into a special flame- if it turns red, you’re a top, if it turns blue, you’re a bottom, and if it turns green, you’re vers. It’s a beautiful ceremony, really. (idea credit to bipositive.tumblr.com)
[Confused person]: How do you know you like both if you haven’t been with both?
[Bisexual]: How do you know you don’t like both if you haven’t been with both? (raises an eyebrow) You never know unless you try… ;)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: You’re just experimenting
[Bisexual]: HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE DOOMSDAY DEVICE?! I THOUGHT MY SECRET LABORATORY WAS WELL HIDDEN! (be sure to visibly panic)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: You’re just greedy
Bisexual: Yup! (steal their stuff and run off)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Sorry, I just couldn’t ever date a bisexual
[Bisexual]: Sorry, I couldn’t ever date someone so closed minded
[Bi-negative Nancy]: You’re just doing that to rebel
[Bisexual]: No. To rebel, I’m organizing a multisexual militia to orchestrate a military takeover of a U.S. state, then secede from the union and make a bisexual utopia. Which sounds the best? BI-daho, O-BI-o, or Rhode BI-sland? (for the pan people- “How does Indi-PAN-a sound?”)
[alternate response]: No. I’m doing this to rebel (punch the person, throw a brick through a window and set the building on fire)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: I’m a gold-star lesbian, and I don’t want to go anywhere a dick has been
[Bi woman]: Yeah, well I’m a gold star thespian (sassy finger snap). Exit stage right (strut off into the sunset) (idea credit to oh-so-pleasant on Tumblr)
[Confused straight woman]: I kissed a girl once in college so I totally understand
[Bi woman]: Kissed her where?
[Straight woman]: (smugly) On the lips
[Bi woman]: Which ones?*
(*Only if the person starting the conversation is referencing a cis woman- I don’t want to imply that all women have the same parts. I also don’t want to imply that bi women who haven’t been with another woman aren’t actually bi)
[Confused straight man]: So you wanna have a threesome with my girlfriend?
[Bi woman]: If by “threesome with your girlfriend” you mean me and her and this lesbian I know, then hell yes. But if your ugly ass is involved in any way, shape, or form, then count me out.
[alternate response]: I may be bisexual, but your macho jock dumbassapian mentality who thinks two girls kissing is “cool” is surprisingly a turn-off (credit to your ecards)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: All bi people cheat
[Bisexual]: Well how else are we supposed to pass our exams? Study? Puh-lease- I don’t have time for that with all the threesomes and orgies I’m constantly having because I’m bisexual (roll your eyes so hard they fall out)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: You’re just a little bi-curious
[Bisexual]: Actually, I’m a little BI-FURIOUS! (roar and flip a large piece of furniture over)
[Confused straight guy]: Bi women only do it to turn straight guys on
[Bi woman]: Pfft. (Rolls eyes) Don’t flatter yourself.
[Confused gay guy]: Yeah, when I first came out I identified as “bisexual” (in airquotes) too.
[Bi guy]: Yeah, and you’re only kind of a “giant asshole” (in airquotes) but I’m sure it’s “just a phase” for you too
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Bi girls are just really slutty straight girls
[Bi woman]: Really? Because I go for months at a time without getting laid. I must be doing it wrong…
[Bi-negative Nancy]: You’re just saying that for attention
[Bisexual]: Yeah, that’s why I cower in the closet in fear around half the people I know. Ya know. For attention
[alternate response]: Nah, if I wanted attention I'd do this (Start some music, bust a move and become a Youtube sensation)
[Religious Bi-negative Nancy]: But it’s against God’s word- God made Adam and Eve…
[Bisexual]: (cuts them off) Yeah, God said Adam and Eve, so I did them both! I mean, it’s called the BI-ble, not the STRAIGHT-ble. Duh
[Bi-negative Nancy]: Bi people can never be happy in a monogamous relationship
[Bisexual]: Judging by the rates of cheating and divorce, straight people obviously can’t either
[Confused person]: So how does lesbian sex work?
[Bi woman]: It works very well :)
[Bi-negative Nancy]: I don’t believe in bisexuality
[Bisexual]: Yeah, and some people believe vaccines cause autism (or insert something else here) but it doesn’t mean that they’re right
[Bi-negative Nancy]: I think someone who says they’re bi is hiding something
[Bisexual]: Yes. We are hiding many things. The secret to eternal life. The location of Area 51. The Krabby Patty secret formula. All of it. (credit to helloimbritishletshaveateaparty on Tumblr)
[Super nosy person]: How far have you been with a guy and a girl?
[Bisexual]: Well, I’ve traveled with some friends of different genders… so pretty far I guess. (credit to caffeinatedfossil on Tumblr)
[Pan-negative Nancy]: Pansexuals are just bisexuals who want to be special snowflakes
[Pansexual]: (Laugh) Please. Like I need any help being this awesome
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