05 4 / 2012
“Excuse me, you have swag just dripping off you”
The line above was used on me last night. A guy on the street actually stopped me and said that I had swag “dripping” off me. Then proceeded to ask me how they would be able to see me again. I did what any other normal New Yorker would have done and said I was a tourist just visiting the city for a few days and they would never see me again. This encounter made me realize, this could be a pretty decent blog.
03 4 / 2012
After browsing TC, I found this gem done by Michelle Cheever. I can’t even try to revise it or throw my own words into it because I couldn’t have said it better myself girlfriend..
When I began dating girls as a college sophomore, my first question was not: “So how does this sex thing without a penis even go?” Or, “How do I come out to my mother as bisexual, or possibly, a lesbian?” What I really wanted to know was “Can I still wear dresses?”
02 4 / 2012
Am I the only chick whose tits weren’t rocked off by Bridesmaids?
I wasn’t one of those girls who ran to the movie theaters the weekend it came to the big screen. I actually didn’t see until like two months ago. Yes, I lol-ed a few times but it wasn’t like I laughed my ass off like so many other girls were claiming happened to them. I heard so many amazing things about this movie – from both girls and a few guys – that I was 100% expecting to laugh my invisible dick off and I am almost ashamed to say that did NOT happen.
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22 3 / 2012
I have three sisters. At one point in college, I lived in a townhouse with 5 other girls. I have only lived with women, of course other than my poor father, who is a saint for putting up with all of our shit. All I have ever known is living with chicks. So when I moved to NY to live with my current roommate, I was extremely nervous.. especially because I had never met him before.
21 3 / 2012
I’m an extremely judgmental person, but I’m a girl so that just comes naturally right? Anyways, here are just come sure-fire ways to have me judging what kind of a person you are..
20 3 / 2012
Anonymous asked: youre a lez and you live with a boy, hows that work out? do you guys trade girls?
like pokemon cards.
20 3 / 2012
The Unsaid-Feelings Crush (UFC) will be of the preferred same sex, available for drinks once or twice a week. We will start out as friends, confused by each other’s intentions, and never allowing ourselves to admit to them. We will fear ruining the friendship, yet shutter at the point where we date other people and for the most part, only date other people because the other person is as well. We are not looking for love, just oppressing the feeling to not be the first person who brings it up.
Ultimately, an UFC is someone who, with additional time and experience, possesses the creative judgement, collaborative instincts, and leadership abilities to become an effective best friend, of whom I would never put in the situation of making a move.
An ideal UFC should serve as a standard bearer for my stability and visual identity.
Nurture junior candidates, providing clear direction and constructive feedback, all while driving my personal feelings towards them away, but not fully understand why. For this, a background in strategic management would come in handy.
Candidate should excel in bridging the gaps in our awkward moments and sexual innuendos. Being unsure if we are acting out of our extreme friendship, or if we are showing our true colors. Giving butterflies whenever this occurs.
UFC will also be asked to participate in consistent nights of abundant alcohol consumption, making sure we are always in a busy bar and rarely alone.
A worthy friendship where after a probationary period, I may refer to you as a significant other behind your back with no intent of ever telling you. Throughout said friendship you will most likely receive free drinks, dinner and silly gifts that I buy while out because it reminded me of you.
You will also receive late night phone calls and texts, most of them resulting in me not being of sound mind. You will in turn, answer and respond with a sly grin, fully aware that you came across my mind at this point in time, and most likely have a conversation we would never have sober. Only to pretend it didn’t happen the next day.
Please send a late night drunk text and/or phone call :)