some more action
i've been hunting the web for some down and dirty (or at least enlightening) blogs written by dykes/bis/lesbians, but haven't really come up with much. most are just normal blogs (a favorite is cityrag)... i guess i want to read about exactly what i'm going through, and it's remaining pretty elusive.
i moved to new york just over a year ago and it has been quite the banner year. it's fascinating sometimes, because i had no inkling i would feel this way - my latent bisexuality is not something i've kept hidden away till now, i really didn't feel it. does that mean it doesn't really exist? i'm not sure, but deep down i occasionally think so. lots of self-doubt. i'm not doing this to be trendy (honest! it's so two year ago anyway), but hopefully i'm into girls because i really am into girls, not because i'm bored with guys or just want more options or whatever.
i do enjoy the making out. last night i ended up at a bar with our ss and pitcher and one of their friends... this was a bad idea, as i had a lot of magazine work to catch up on, but the ss offered to buy me a drink and I wanted to make out, damnit! so i had 5 glasses of wine on an empty stomach. great idea. the ss is a bad person, btw, who like to encourage whomever she's with to make out with each other (at least that's what happens when i'm around). so last night, i actually did. we were all outside and joking about it, the ss goes inside and this 40yo woman and i start making out on the sidewalk. have i no shame?
apparently not, because during this session on the street, i'm looking into the bar and keeping an eye on the ss. when i see her pick up her stuff, i grab my new friend's hand and pull her in. i keep the ss from leaving and run outside to call my mom, who's call i had just missed. i'm on the phone with her for a little while (it's hard when you're drunk), and the ss come outside and gives me exasperated looks. so i pull her towards me and kiss her. to be talking with my mom and kissing someone (boy or girl) is so deliciously fun.
but the ss isn't feeling it, so we go back inside, chat a bit more, and then it's time to head home. i kiss my new friend goodbye and head out with the ss. i get a LITTLE action on the way back to the train, but not nearly enough. she's far from subtle, saying how much i want to fuck her. and maybe i do. well, i'd be the one getting fucked in this situation. :)
i'm so trashed that when a boy on the subway starts chatting me up about softball (i'm carrying my bat), i actually think i should go for number three... unfortunately, i switched to the G a few minutes later (a monumentally bad decision due to fucked up train action), so i'll never know. but i'm a big believer in the powers of making out - it makes you feel hotter, thus you become hotter.
softball game again later this week. rain, please hold off.
posted by that girl @ 3:10 PM
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