The boundary between fans and besties is quite murky.

I would spend the school days lost in the fantasy about the girls I would eventually fall when I was a closeted baby-dyke living in Westport, CT

Girls had been frequently leggy and swaggy and high and olive-skinned, forever clad in destroyed black colored jeans that are skinny by having a mind saturated in acid-blonde-hair dropping into faded-blue-eyes and a face defined by cheekbones therefore sharp they are able to destroy a person. Continue reading Things If Only I Experienced Known About Lesbian Relationships, Whenever I Ended Up Being An Infant Lez →