Picture it. Quebec City 1999.
We’ve been to six bars in one night. And we’ve made the most of each. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a Long Island Iced Tea. I’ve lost count of how many Jane’s bought me, but they’re hitting me pretty hard.
I’ve been staring at Jane a little bit too long for weeks as she’s getting dressed and undressed at the dorm. » Read more
Today’s article is a guest post by LadyHeat.
LadyHeat is a badass lesbian bitch who kicks in the teeth of marginalization. Her geeky interests are many and include comics, gaming, and dreaming of being a lady-romancing space pirate.
Today’s post is her third article for Poly Land. She previously contributed:
I got my start with courting women by comforting one who’d had her heart broken.
The surroundings were far from ideal, not anyone’s idea of romantic. I’d spotted a small figure curled up in a bathroom stall. Sobbing because the boy she liked had gone off with one of my friends instead.
But I climbed in beside her, » Read more
I know most people don’t talk about memes very much. Most people consider them trivial, barely worthy of fleeting attention. But I personally enjoy and share them a lot and have found some memes to offer unexpectedly deep looks into subjects, mirrors that reflect what we share in common with others, or don’t. While most memes are pretty silly, » Read more
Being a Young Girl Was All About Mixed Messages
When I was a young girl, it often seemed like I was toeing a very thin invisible line, walking through the most narrow passage opening, sandwiched between two hard rock walls.
On one wall was the pressure to succeed, and on the other side, » Read more
We weren’t really dating, but I had gotten used to her. Gotten used to the sound of her voice. The feel of her body.
Got used to her naked form stretched out in the early morning sunlight, wrapped in bed sheets.
I got to know all of her bed sheets so well. » Read more
I’ve changed a lot over the years. I used to think that when you loved someone it meant that their fears took precedence over your own. And that you should do anything to keep from hurting them.
I still have an old journal from my first semester at college (1999). It has a fabric yellow cover, » Read more