Comments on: Thanks for the memories

By: Ximena

Ximena — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 02:08:37 +0000

Oh man… I’m so embarassed to be posting on almost every blog… i just can’t help myself. I can relate so bad to them and it’s been a very pleasant surprise. For quite some time I felt all these things that I thought were crazy or stupid, but, here I am reading through these blogs and they make me feel so much better about that. This one is a great example of it.
I’m so used to bashing my ex… like it’s my God given right for all the things she put me through. So, all I’ve told my friends about her are negative things, and of course, they always listen and support me. But now that my “angry dyke” stage has somewhat passed, I’m starting to remember little things about my ex that make me smile or laugh every now and then. So this past weeken I was at my friend’s house and I was talking to her about random stuff and then something happened that reminded me so much of my ex that I just had to tell this story to my friend. When I was finished she said something like how funny it was hearing me say these nice things about the ex, since she had this image of her being a total bitch. At that moment I realized how much time I’ve put into saying negative things about her and our relationship, when the truth is that I had a wonderful time and I loved her so much and I know she loved me so much as well… it’s just that the heart break makes it all blurry. Time has cleared things a lot more though.

By: Lesbian Librarian

Lesbian Librarian — Fri, 01 May 2009 22:22:24 +0000

Didn’t you know that femmes are the toughest ones out there… the butches are the velvet teddy bears…
Besides, since I can now leg press almost 200 pounds and do multiple set of pushups, I need to flex my muscle a bit!

By: Genevieve

Genevieve — Fri, 01 May 2009 02:24:41 +0000

and right when we think the Librarian ain’t butch…

By: Lesbian Librarian

Lesbian Librarian — Fri, 01 May 2009 00:57:39 +0000

For shame on your mother! My Lovely Ms. Attic – what I have always loved about you was that you allowed yourself to feel good about your body and not put negative expectations. I still remember when you showed up at my apartment during a trip home and how, within five minutes of being in the door, you lifted your shirt and proudly declared that you now had a belly and breasts that needed a bra! That moment is something I remember every time I berate myself for not looking stick thin – because you taught/reminded me that women are meant to have curves… I treasure that memory with you.
You are perfect as you are… and if dear Momma says that again, I’m heading out West to deck her.