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We’ve been at this business of art for nearly six years, which means we’ve said a thing or two about a thing or two: like how to be a queer woman who meets, desires and romances women or otherwise-identified humans out there.
So we thought it’d be cool to compile a Lesbian Dating 101 for you, comprised of all the fantastic how-to guides we’ve published over the last many moons.
It's time to face the sweet music: You are burning with an insatiable, ever-expanding desire to kiss that gorgeous girl who smiles at you behind the Starbuck's counter as she oh-so-lovingly adds two pumps of sugar-free vanilla syrup into your latte, every morning.
The moment has come to accept the glorious fact that the real reason you hate your BFF's boyfriend is simply because you wish it was YOU, NOT HIM, sleeping in her bed.
We’ve also published a lot of relationship advice on how to be gay and a lot of topical personal essays and reports from the field — about lesbian tinder, being bi on OK Cupid, dating while sober, dating on the autism spectrum, what you learn from moving in with your girlfriend, among so many others— but this post is all about the how-tos.
(If you’re looking for breakup advice, you better hold your horses for the next issue of Better Together! Are you pulling batteries from the remote control to put into your vibrator?
As far as I’m concerned, barring illegality, there’s no such thing as an age difference being “too big” unless it presents problems for the couple.
The bigger the differences, the more potential problems. I have put together some suggestions for cis women on thinking through some basic trans issues, including ideas on approaching trans women in a romantic or intimate context.
In other words: if you are a guy coming to Bulgaria you will have a very hard time concentrating on anything else but the girls around. And just because I’m really cool I’ll give you some insights.
So here are mine (and maybe yours) to help you identify some of the dating landmines you might be ignoring.
In JRR Tolkien’s epic trilogy, we’re introduced to a character named Smeagol.
“She broke into your home, has threatened ”“Yeah,” my old roommate mutters sheepishly, “You were right about that military/crazy thing.”“Oh, this has nothing to with the military….” I say as I imagine a young woman with a vendetta breaking down a door and stealing my clothes.
“This chick just happens to be certifiably nuts.”There’s silence on the end of the other line.
” I pause letting the information sink in while I sit down on my faded, tan couch.