Sveiki, Ta shiu cheet, Quechua, Zdravo, Goeiedag, Sallam, As-Salamu 'alayki, Вітаю, xin chào, Hola, Sveiki, Здравейте, Саламатсыңбы!, नमस्ते, Сәлеметсіз бе?, Habari

                                     
                                     All Around the World, Love Crumbles for Cats!

When I was a young one, and a young lesbian, there was this woman—I mean she was a real woman and not another college co-ed—who asked me out. It was going to be a real date.  We had been working together, so I was scared to go for at least two reasons.

On our second date, she brought her ex. I didn’t have one to bring because I was new at all of this and had only dated—slept with—one other female who was… let’s say 'unobtainable.' 

“Anyhoo!”

I remember exactly where we were, enjoying dinner.  I often drive by the empty, boarded-up building that will soon be a music venue off Manchaca and then glance over to where we worked together. I try to forget all of it.

To be fair, we worked at a psyche hospital, and it’s true what people say, “The staff is crazier than the patients. They're just better at hiding it.”  So, there we were—two female staffers on a date who worked on the same psyche unit—only a block from where we worked (so that anyone coming off the shift could peg us), and we were talking about what went wrong in her last relationship.

“Why did you break up?” I asked.

“She was crazy.”

“Really crazy, like in a psyche hospital crazy?” I hitched my thumb toward our stomping ground.

“No, get this—.” My date wrapped her mouth around a ball of spaghetti noodles, and then offered, “She was jealous of my cats.”

My neck cranked back like it still does 30 years later when I tell this story. (And, I tell it a lot!)  

“Who would be jealous of a cat?" I moved in with emphasis, demanding an answer from the victim. "How could someone who loves you be jealous of your cats?”  And then I sucked in my spaghetti noodles, and later we hooked up because that’s a successful lesbian date.  The exs come for dinner; they are dismissed; and, we get naked because we can’t get pregnant from...kissing.  

I knew we weren’t right for each other. To be honest, I just wanted to have the experience, and there were 2 months between semesters; also, we worked together. I wasn’t going to break up for at least two reasons or until I found someone. That’s what lesbians do.  They hook up; they get naked; and, they find a replacement so that they can keep getting naked because we’re gonna be around other girls anyways so one of them might as well be a girlfriend.

But, my date/colleague was a bit older.  She was able to visualize alone time and didn’t really have the parameters of “I’ve got nothing to do between now and Spring semester registration.” So, one day when I phoned to see if we were going to hook up, she said, “I haven’t really been at home much.”  And, “I need to hang with my cats.”  The next time she said, “I need to practice being alone… and be with my cats.” And the third time she said, “I’m not spending enough time with my cats.”

“I hate your fucking cats,” I said to myself really loud on the inside, and then I remembered the night we ate spaghetti, and how we had dismissed her ex.  “Who hates their lover’s cats?” I had thought, but there I was … being a hater.

The truth is, well you know it.  Everyone’s got someone or something; everyone’s got an excuse for not doing what’s uncomfortable. Maybe they’re avoiding a form of intimacy, a co-ed, a mundane task, etc etc.

“Who knows?”

“Whatever.”

But, I learned something during that Christmas break which was more valuable than … most other stuff I’ve learned. 

“Order your spaghetti, invite in the ex, and look for her cat—whatever name it might go by."

Right?  It’s just best to get it all out before the end of the second date. We all know what happens then.

Let’s welcome some cool cats from all around the world : Latvia, Isle of Man, Peru, Serbia, Suriname, Kuwait, Pakistan, Belarus, Vietnam, Argentina, Lithuania, Bulgaria, Kyrgystan, Nepal, Kazakhstan & Uganda

That puts 2girlsR>1 in 67+us nations after 3 years. Woo-hoo! Thanks to all my sisters with wanderlust and a desire to note our presence. WE are not invisible; we are your friends, siblings, children; we are everywhere.  Thanks for making this happen, :)

Benvenuto! Yin-dee-ton-rab, ยินดีต้อนรับ! Selamat Dating! Bienvenido! Willkommen!- You've Got Friends in Smoky Places

Dragging my bag into my most-often-visited Hampton, I see a couple that is smoking (cigarettes).  They are inhaling and then throwing back their heads to blow the smoke up and away.  For some reason, people who do this are most often smiling on their way down.  Isn’t that odd?

Usually, I abhor smokers because I had to hate the smell and residue in order to stop the habit that perpetuated for the length of a ski tip (+) 9.99 more years.  But watching the current strangers in this ritual, I was envious.

"Wouldn’t it be great if I had a partner and we shared a vice?" I thought.

#1 had vices but ours weren’t the same; #2 had very few; and, #3 was addicted to work which excluded me entirely.  So, I’ve never had a partner who might share my tailored vice.  #1, #2, & #3 (as well as my mom and siblings and bestys) would probably scream, “Thank the good Lord!”  I did have an unrelenting gerbil-motor that kept my body moving furiously forward during most of the waking hours.  I can’t imagine the nonsense I would have spun into if I had a like-minded partner.

Anyhoo, it seemed to me that this couple (and the various others that I’ve seen together at this very same entrance) gather there to share something special.  I’m really, really envious.  It’s not that I want a vice that’s going to kill me and my lover (unless we can die together because I’m still working through my co-D stuff), but it seems these guys channel life and put it right here, right now.  They aren’t thinking about tomorrow and the what-ifs; they are saying, “Let’s go have us time.”  I’m not saying it’s the best form of camaraderie, I’m just saying I finally get it. 

If you’re ready to tune me out because smoking leads to death—and there’s not much room for discussion—, I agree.  But there’s something to this  ritualistic simpatico. It reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend who is going through a divorce. 

“What poor guy will put up with her crap?”  He referenced his soon-to-be Ex.

“A guy who benefits from her vices,” I replied. "She'll find a guy who lets her do her thing so he can do his."

This led us to a discussion about ‘normal’.  He fought to acquire it for their family.  He couldn't understand the disconnect—the where, when, how of it. 

“She didn’t want your version of normal,” I said with a neutral tone. "She's still figuring out what that looks like for her."

She wanted anything but normal because that hinders the odyssey, and she’ll find a guy who is captaining his own peculiar little vessel.  He won’t mind that she’s not available and she won’t feel like she’s supposed to be doing something normal.  Together, they'll both have someone who isn’t creating an agenda that doesn’t fit.  

I guess what I’m trying to say is that couples who share compatible enough vices are living right here, right now.  Sure, they’re throwing all hell to the wind, but I could've used a bit more of that spirit in a previous relationship(s).  Going forward, my pursuit will be to create a vice that doesn’t steer my body toward a cancer center but doesn’t keep me horizontal on the couch after the nightly news. 

If this entry ping’d an old memory, send your comment or full story.  Certainly your vice has been a burden or a benefit; certainly you have a friend with a vice that is centering or riveting for her and the ones who watch.  Have I mentioned that you can use this space for telling stories about your friends’ fun and foibles?  

Speaking of friends with various ways, whoever set in motion “2500 Lesbian Linking Lands” you and your buddies who are abroad created a serious international peeps list.  Until recently, that particular link popped up with most of the newbies.  Some still check in to catch up on what’s going on.  In fact, this list of various visitors is a good representation of an average month:

It’s pretty awesome, huh? 

I’d like to welcome the latest arrivals: Italy, Thailand, Indonesia, Mexico, and Austria!  You’re in good company, “).

ترحيب, Bienvenu, Selamat Datang, Bari galu'st, Pari yegak, Sadarayen piligannawa, Ahla wa sahlan, Céad míle fáilte, ترحيب , Bine ai venit, Bienvenido, Ahlan wa sahlan and Khush āmdīd!

Some read my aunt’s story in “Love’s Gay Impressions.” After her funeral this month, I shared the link with the fabulous Buddy.  I pointed out the number of visitors who have peeped in from the Middle East.  I said in the message, “This is a sign that Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is history and people are free to be…!”  

Looking at the ones who have joined from the Middle East, from countries that penalize someone for saying in public “lesbian” or “gay,” and from countries where blogs are blocked, it’s obvious that some Westerners are launching their gay spirit into orbit and letting love decide where it will land.  You, being there and doing what you do, are contributing to the evolution.

Sure, the West has a long way to go.  Recently, an immigrant from India informed the state of Mississippi that it hadn’t ratified the 13^th Amendment.  (It’s the one that abolishes slavery).  This week, the President had to publicly state that prohibiting some citizens from some rights is completely unconstitutional.  And, there’s a viral video about a homophobe who ranted amidst passengers that got involved.  They clapped to support the open and loud protests of a confident gay man who braved the hate-spewer within the tight confines of a moving subway cabin.  It’s only a matter of time until humans hold other humans accountable for being humane.  

People all around the world are responding to and demanding their God-given and Spirit-driven freedom. The best part is—altruists are popping up and popping off for goodness sake.

Since the last “Lesbians Linking Lands,” another dozen countries peeped in: United Arab Emirates, Jamaica, Malaysia, Armenia, Sri Lanka, Lebanon, Ireland, Iraq, Romania, Puerto Rico, Egypt, and Pakistan.  To all of the new visitors, I say, ترحيب , Bienvenu, Selamat Datang,  Bari galu'st, Pari yegak, Sadarayen piligannawa, Ahla wa sahlan, Céad míle fáilte,  ترحيب , Bine ai venit, Bienvenido, Ahlan wa sahlan and  Khush āmdīd!

  

Wherever you are, be the “free” you wish to see in the world. You are part of this historical evolution, “)!

Bem-vindo! Welkom! καλωσόρισμα! Marhababik! Bienvenue! ...

I’ve been racking my minds for a “Community” themed post for the past few days. We’ve had an incredible number of visitors since the last “Lesbians Linking Lands.”  I need to write something that offers a proper "Welcome!"  

The other night I was sitting around thinking about Canada.  When I first started the site, I wanted to let a professor who leads a PFLAG group know about this outlet and opportunity for testimony.  I sent her a link and hoped she’d gather all the young ones around and have them write a paper, “Why I Want to Be a Lesbian.”  But, she didn’t.  She was busy corralling one of her 70 cats, 50 dogs, or 2 horses toward supper bowls.

“But maybe other PFLAG chapters would like to have their young ones write a story?” I thought.

So, I wrote to all of the PFLAGs in the entire country.  (I have a lot of down time, sitting in a hotel room. I also wrote to the liberal Republican Senators and all of the Democrats. But, only a few of their (gay) interns popped in).  I’d like to say that they are the base of my dedicated readers but there’s no way to know.  It seems like they made an initial boost, but I can only see a total count for all of USA. I did receive a letter from B.B. who might have joined sometime after I asked readers to share the site with lesbians who might be on active duty and would want a window into the random adventures of a lesbian at home (see, “Support for Our Troops?”).  But before then, I wrote to almost all of the PFLAGs of Canada.  I think ~2 people popped in after that, so I thought I had made a mistake with the Canadian email addresses.  At the time, it didn’t feel right to color all that landmass for only a few peeks. 

The other night, I couldn’t stop thinking that the Canadians still need to join us.  I got on the Canadian PFLAG site and found “other” links. I wrote to about 3x12 organizations and asked them to share the link with their members, so that they will write letters, and then we might create a lesbian canon of sorts. We will see.

So, tonight I’m cleaning out my gmail account because I look there about 3x a week, hoping for letters from guest bloggers.  (Unfortunately, I get a ton of stuff from that lesbian dating site that I set up the night I wrote “The Magical Lesbian Bus has Departed”).  I find one email that pings my mind with ideas about my desired topic, “Community.” 

It’s from a man at the Human Rights Campaign (HRC).  I wrote them with a request, and they wrote me back.  It’s only fair that I read it.  This guy, James Servino, has a great mom.   She launched a campaign to get the attention of the Cardinal of New York because they launched a costly anti-gay marriage campaign, wasting $2M.  (If you want to know more or sign the petition, here it is): https://secure3.convio.net/hrc/site/Advocacy?cmd=display&page=UserAction&id=1529&autologin=true&utm_term=link2&JServSessionIdr004=51h5r5jc42.app304a

In the letter, she says all of the stuff that our family and/or friends say when we’re singing kumbaya at a gathering, “God made us all and loves us all the same.”  Adding to it, she states her outrage that the Church has spent too much valuable money on [sinful] waste.  “Think of the hungry fed, the sick comforted, the homeless sheltered,” she admonishes.  

What she says here is something like what I’ve said a few times myself, “What if all of the energy that Christians spent on hate was used to love.  Isn’t that what the Gospel is all about?”  (After that, I go into happy land and have a grand sense of peace that I "get it.”)  James’ admirable mom ends with a prophecy, “…it makes no sense to deny them the right to be married under the law. And your parishioners aren’t going to stand for it much longer.”  Her inductive reasoning is pointed and probable.

This change that she calls for will manifest with the evolution of a collective human consciousness or when aliens come and probe us in sensitive places.  (We’ll all band together because skin color and language barriers will seem like minute differences in comparison to green bobble-head invaders and telepathic war communications that don’t permeate our feeble minds.  GLBT affinities won’t make a difference. There will be no time for nonsense like sex because we’ll all be holding light sabers and channeling The Force.)  Let’s just hope that the former happens first.  

In the meantime, parishioners—from all denominations—will have to make the difference because they represent the majority.  They will have to decide that they understand the letter and spirit of the Gospel; they will need to understand that there’s enough freedom to go around for everyone; and, they will have to appreciate the rights that are delineated in the Constitution.  All of these reinforce The Golden Rule—in all countries and religions. 

I believe the benevolent entities that watch over this earth understand that a community that stands together evolves together. They are waiting for us to gather and support truth.  Now, the faraway lands seem much closer as a result of our communications.  It is definitely more colorful with our globetrotters and friends with friends in so many places.   

  

Here's to all of you who seem so far away but share similar ways.  Here's to the girls in Spain, Portugal, Netherlands, Brazil, New Zealand, Greece, Morocco, Tunisia, and Canada, “Bienvenido! Bem-vindo! Welkom! Bem-vindo! Welcome, καλωσόρισμα! Marhababik! Marhaban! Bienvenue!” 

Velkomin, Welkom, ברוך הבא, Vitajte

I am chasing a girl in my dreams. I stand on the bright side of the shadows with open arms.  I’m not sure who she is, but we’ve met a few times and squabbled about whether to love. 

“I’m so glad to have seen her again,” were my first thoughts this morning.

Without the benefit(s) of physical intimacies, we are having a torrid affair. It twists my heart when I reach and she denies me. I try to put words to her innuendos and understand her side of our argument. Last month there was someone else, but the other woman didn’t come up in conversation last night.  She must be gone.  Apparently, I have a new hurdle...

“It’s not time. I’m not ready,” she turns her back to my ethereal self, and then she moves into the shadow of our space.

“Come here,” I said. 

She did. And, I stole a kiss. I didn’t care. It felt good. It still feels good. 

The fact that my soul is trying to convince her of our truth is unsettling to my daytime self. It doesn’t know this truth that carries much weight.  It is haunted with a need to know why my sleeping self cares so deeply.  And then, I realize that the she—the love I am chasing—resembles someone I once knew.  You can be sure that my daytime self gets “it” after the recognition.  She was a young love, pre-#1.

Back then, I hadn’t had many experiences in love or life.  She had graduated, secured a job, and wanted someone who already had a few things to share—like a dresser or sofa. I wanted to be part of her life; I wanted to grow with her. I would say, “I don’t need you, I want you.” I thought this was a brilliant and mature statement. Though cheesy and con-artist sounding, the feelings were authentic. Eventually she politely asked me to not stalk her. 

Years Decades later, here I am—, stalking her in the sneakiest of ways. I wait in the shadows of her dreams.  Obviously, I was wrong. Some part of me does need her.

Of course, the daytime self can very clearly see that I’m a hopeless romantic who should flick this idea off the counter like a dried Thanksgiving turkey crumb.  I would benefit by getting a grip on reality before I get too far into 2013.  She is a complete stranger.  I would struggle to recognize her in broad daylight unless my soul clued me in.

If all of this metaphysical unknowing is weird to you, it’s not weird to me. It’s pretty commonplace whenever I am at the crossroads of big decisions. The next #4 is a big decision.  Two years before I met Ex#3, I had a ridiculously vibrant dream. I woke and wrote the first short story of my life before my first cup of coffee.  A few months later, I moved from Texas, moved to Florida, moved to Georgia, and Boom!; I meet soon-to-be #3 and her lover.  They had the same (unique) names as the two characters in the story.  What had been happening in their relationship, during the two years since I dreamed and we met, was reflected in my short story.  In six short weeks, I was leaving my #2 and she was leaving her #2.  I believe that short story suffices as empirical evidence— people meet in places where their bodies can’t go.  Also, yogis talk about the astral and causal planes. So, I’m using them for historical reference (backup support).

I might be highly intuitive, but I wouldn’t hang a shingle and attempt to be a professional. (I know my limitations, and my daytime selves (I and me) don’t let much of the crazy slip through their filters.)  Also, I am not completely convinced that ideas from non-corporeal entities is 100% beneficial for humans who bruise and bleed, alone.  

In my search for #4, dreams appear to be the only help I’m going to get.  There are no dead relatives or divine interventions.  But, I can live one day at a time on hope.  Here’s what I’m thinking— because my girl doesn’t leave the dream, she knows I’m right. Because she keeps showing up for these ethereal conversations, she knows I’m right.  Because she kissed me back (and we liked it), she knows I’m right.  But, as each dream progresses, she backs up while I plead.  I can’t win if I have to convince another soul to love mine.

With all of this laid out in front of me, I’m not convinced that I’m meeting the she who I pursued when I was young.  This dream girl may be merely like that woman.  They may share a “soul” resemblance.  Either way, I’m sure the right she will come around, eventually, and my soul will enjoy sweet kisses with her.

This might be a jump, but I thought this topic would make for a good introduction for the “Lesbians Linking Lands” update.  I’d like to think that we’re all pseudo-psychically connecting on an ethereal playground.  I’d like to think this is how so many lesbians have connected around the globe, but I know that someone—probably a few someones—out there are sharing the blog in not-so-pseudo-psychic ways.  

I just love seeing a new country on the blogspot list.  Here are the most recent arrivals: Iceland, Belgium, Israel, and Slovenia. 

Welcome! Share your stories with us, ")

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Bienvenido, Maligayang Pagdating, Mingalaba, and آپ کا استقبال ہے !

Wow! We have a world presence. Well, that's not a big surprise that we're popping up everywhere- but it's great to see the connections come alive. Since the last post with this title, a few more countries have joined the gathering: Venezuela, Philippines, Burma, and Oman- Welcome!

It was so very great to receive B.B.'s story. Check out hers: http://twogirlsarebetterthanone.blogspot.com/2012/12/guest-blogger-2-finally-found-one.html

And while you're laying around dusting sugar plums off your girlfriend's belly, think of one to submit here... ")!

Sending Welcomes to Jordan, Kenya and Poland, ")

Ahlan wa sahlan!  Karibu! Witamy!

If you have a story that you share with new lesbian friends, send it!  I'd love to hear what went right and what can go ohhhh so wrong and how it all comes together in the end.

From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.

                                                                                      -Dr. Seuss

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Pageviews by Countries

United States	2078
Russia	121
France*	62
United Kingdom	23
Germany	21
South Korea	18
Sweden*	17
Ukraine*	7
Canada	4
Colombia*	3
Australia	2
China	2
India*	10
Hong Kong*	1
Japan	1
South Africa*                 Turkey*	1 1

*New to View

Bonjour!

I knew it was going to be a good day when I woke up and the callous on the inside of my left foot was rubbing the itch on the underbelly of my right foot.  Cooperation, ").  Someone who was into folklore said that whenever you have itchy feet, you're about to travel.  

My brother and I talked a bit yesterday about his annual New Year's Eve trip to Paris.  See "Fleas on a Hot Tar Roof." (He's doing well after a new procedure).

"Maybe that's it?" I thought.  Sweet-Georgia-Brown and Cally-Surfer-Girl were nosing me to get out of bed. We did the downward dog together, and then I got on the road for business travel.  

After I passed over one of the fourteen mile bridge, I remembered that I hadn't checked to see if Germany or Russia joined us while I slept, so I logged on. You can imagine my surprise when I saw that 48 French lesbians/women/gay-friendlies have found us.  Bear informed me that each view counts.  So, I'm ok if only one Frenchwoman found us and read 48 posts or 6 of them read 8 posts or some multiplication thereof.  Bonjour!  We've been waiting for you!

Pageviews by Countries

Entry	Pageviews
France	48
United States	29

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I wish a great Saturday to all and hope you are enjoying wonderful Autumn weather!

Since the last Linking Lesbians post, we've had a few more international visitors.  Russia and Germany are sharing the site, and then Ukraine, India, and China poked in for a view or two.  I understand from my friend in China that Blogs are censored. So, consider us a new kind of rebel rogues for passing through the blockade.   Here's to the pursuit of (LGBT) happiness, ").

Entry	Pageviews
United States	1412
Russia	82
Germany	17
United Kingdom	15
Canada	4
Australia	2
China	2
India	2
South Korea	2
Japan	1

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I filled out a form on the website of every Democratic U.S. senator, so that I could send the tale of  planet Puster with this message:

      As a U.S. Senator, you might have wrestled with how to represent your constituents.  A generation
       has  not yet found a means to make my minority relevant to the majority.  The story of the purple
       problem on Planet Puster might help you appreciate and relay our unique struggle.  What an 
       incredible day for an evolution! 
     http://twogirlsarebetterthanone.blogspot.com/2012/09/planet-puster-and-its-purple-problem.html

There have been approximately 6 recent hits for this entry that was posted in Sept.  Maybe your senator was one of them?

But, they're only a small contribution to our growing community.  We clicked over into 1100+ views this week. Here's the countries that have poked a head in:

Pageviews by Countries

Entry	Pageviews
United States	1030
Russia	24
Germany	12
United Kingdom	6
Canada	4
Australia	2
South Korea	2
Japan	1

Anyone know anyone in Scotland, ") !?!