What the f*ck is a blog.
Seriously, never done one. Clever people would do some research before making an ass out of themselves, but but I’m neither clever nor a person.
Sometimes (actually scrap that, the word I was looking for was ‘often’) I think being a lesbian makes for some hilarious encounters and awkward situations. I figure what right do I have to keep these gems to myself? I came out to my friends when I was 11 and it’s been one of the most peculiar journeys I think a human can endure. People have the funniest reactions to my “gayness”. If people ask if I have a boyfriend, I take a ‘let’s get one thing straight, I’m not’ attitude because who wants to beat around the bush (actually that’s probably what lesbian sex is). People have come out with the most outrageously bizarre comments. I was clubbing once and told a guy I was gay, and he said:
“So….. does that mean you think your mum’s hot?”
Well OBVIOUSLY. Don’t we all? You’d think that would be the worst, but I don’t think it is.
It’s not that I don’t like penises. I just don’t like them on men.~Lea Delaria
