Lesbian Visibility: The (Sometimes Accurate) Lesbian Stereotypes

TITTIES!! Well now that I’ve got your attention let’s get to the real topic here, lesbian stereotypes!

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HIMMGF – Part 14 – J&J meet R&R and No Tomorrow Launch Party

Here is the next installment of How I Met My Girlfriend! Links to previous parts: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12| 13

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How I Met My GF – Prologue – The Tumblr Power Struggle

Earlier this year, my girlfriend and I celebrated 3 years together. So I’m going to keep up this light/heavy post pattern and tell you the light story of how I found the love of my life on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. [CW–Very brief mention of self-harm.]


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A List of Gay Signs That I Somehow Managed to Ignore for the Majority of My Life

I didn’t realize I was queer until I moved out and started college. I joke about how college changed my life because it made me gay, but I definitely had plenty of signs in the past that my heteronormative and internally-homophobic self-denied, as if I got extra Heterosexual EP Points every time I ignored it. So here lies my ignorance, my denial, my heteronormativity, and my literal stupidity.

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That Time I Came Out to My Parents Via Email While I was 4,000 Miles Away Visiting my Girlfriend

To celebrate National Coming Out Day, I want to share the email I sent to my parents last summer while I was visiting my girlfriend in England. This email is completely unedited and contains a lot of details of my trip before working up the nerve to tell them (the coming out section is in bold). To anyone who is not out yet, do not feel guilty about it. You do not owe people in your life your identity. And if you choose to tell people over texts or emails, or anything that is not in person, that is okay. The average person does not have to struggle like you do, so do not feel bad for making it easier for yourself.

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That Time My Toxic Friend Called Me Out on Being Gay Before I Was Ready to Admit It

It was the second semester of my freshman year in college, the first time on my own. This was not a good time in my life. The introvert in me formed a shell of isolation, growing thicker by the day. I went to class, I came straight back, I ate a ton of food, I did the freshman fifteen cliché, and I found no new friends that would last a lifetime like I’d been told. I was struggling to find who I was. (Not to be dramatic but I was literally having an identity crisis.) For the first time, and I would say only time, I was truly unhappy.

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