I want to remember all the good things about our relationship and try to honor her place in my life, even if she no longer feels that I am worthy of a place in hers.
So what have I learned from being involved with a woman for over a year?
- I can feel again. Wow. When we first started flirting and talking, I was on fire, literally electric and buzzing. Couldn't sleep, didn't want to eat. After being in a life-coma for the past 12 years, I will always remember this as one of the happiest, most exciting times of my life.
- Experiencing true intimacy: opening birthday presents in bed, writing love letters, dancing with her in the kitchen, reading aloud to each other. The time when she laid on top of me, her hands on the sides of my face and said, "Welcome home," I felt something stir deep inside of me. (It turned out to be the lesbian genie coming out of her bottle and that bitch just does not want to go back in.)
- So many firsts: my first Pride, the first time I've ever truly been in love with someone, my first strap-on, my first broken heart.
- The most passionate, incredible, scream-into-a-pillow-and-almost-pass-out sex of my life.
Wait, wait, wait...you know what?
This whole post, while nostalgic and overly romantic and sappy, is really just glossing over the facts of the present moment.
This baby dyke is at the developmental stage of a 16 year-old boy. I'm like a new vampire in a feeding frenzy wanting to bite everyone I see on the neck.
Seattle is full of hot dykes.
I'm totally single and emotionally unattached now...and I need to taste the rainbow!
I'm officially declaring June my month of baby dyke debauchery. (Bonus: it's Pride month!)
More adventures to come (pun intended), and I promise not to disappoint...