so yeah...if ANYTHING about me piques your interest, drop me a line! there are so many things about me that youll never learn from a simple ad like this so take a shot on me and see if youll find something worth liking,lol.
all i ask of you is that you arnt over 23...and you are IN or VERY CLOSE to boston lol. cause itd be a shame if we clicked..and then could never see each other lol.
make the title of your email OUT OF THE BOX!
I'm a witty, funny, intelligent and passionate young woman just starting out in this world after college. I love coffee, intense movies, overanalyzing, old books, and figuring out what one has in common with seemingly random people. I'm currently working on my Netflix turnover rate. I'm just as comfortable grabbing a coffee as grabbing a drink, and I love to do both. I'm looking to meet a dynamic, interesting and smart funny girl who holds her own in a conversation, is kind, unique and thoughtful. Some laundry list, huh? Don't worry, I'm negotiable and the terms are exceedingly vague, like horoscopes ( :
Oh, it's always good if you're fun too. I'm typically on the dance floor with equal parts liquid courage and Montell Jordan. Haha.
I hope "relaxed" or "chill" is a word that describes you; as I hope it does me.
"I am aiming to be somebody that somebody trusts
With her delicate soul
I don't claim to know much
Except soon as you start
To make room for the parts
That aren't you it gets harder to bloom in a garden of love
Only thing I ever could need, only one good thing
Worth trying to be and it's
I consider myself a soft butch, but im more femme then anything( I hate using labels) lets just say i own baggy jeans and fitted jeans
boots and heels, and a ton of purse, bags, and wristlets:) for cying out loud Im a woman For Goddness Sake!!!!
Holla at me, you wont be dissapointed....be between the ages of 21-30
oh and please be mature and sure of what u want and who u are!!!!!
I am well-traveled and love art, culture and movies. I'm not a big drinker, but love to go out dancing! I much prefer to cook my own meals, but when I do go out to eat, I favor quieter establishments where I can take my time and actually enjoy the company of the person I am with, and share a nice bottle of wine.
I don't want to sound like a total priss, because I am far from it! I'm just not the typical partyier. I actually enjoy meeting new people and having conversation about movies, music, life, travel, your dreams, and perhaps try to figure out why men wear skinny jeans...
I am looking for healthy, non-smoking, fit, attractive women in their mid 20's to mid 30's who have a good head on their shoulders. Please be real, down to earth and drama free. I'm interested in establishing friendships first and foremost. Write back telling me a little about yourself, and some of the fun and exciting things we could do together in the city. I'm down for just about anything, so all ideas are welcomed!
Seems to me women should pay less attention to the posts they have no interest in and more attention to making the atmosphere more open. Then maybe more people would openly and honestly participate and we would be spared the lame commentary.
To get to the point Im looking for someone i can be friends with IN & OUT of the bedroom, just someone who knows how to have fun and play & joke around, but yet can be serious when its needed...Im not picky on age or race or supermodel looks but attractiveness is important. I am, 21,white, 5'1,5'2, with curves in all the right places. I am educated, and have a job...if anyone wants to hook up then and have fun or anything just let me know....This is a FWB or NSA thing or ongoing((maybe..for right girl)) so reply fast if your interested. Pictures are available upon request.... Start wrtiing ladies!
****anything else you want to know just ask =)
I also believe that the L word has done more harm than good to our community. It's sad that instead of producing a show that represents the glorious diversity of the GLBT community, Rose Troche seems to have caved in and created a 'commercially suitable' show (which pandered to the heterosexual male's girl-on-girl fantasy and made lesbians into little more than hollowed out Barbies with little depth, compassion or tolerance for anything that doesn't glitter or giggle). Had she just stayed with her instincts (which were working fine when she directed Go Fish, which was amateur but at least authentic) and been true to our community in all it's various permutations, she might have created a show we could ALL be proud of. Yes, there was the token FTM, and Shane the 'pseudo-butch' (who everyone drooled over because she was ever so close to the 'feminine' side & oh so heroin-chic rail thin). Maybe some lesbians are proud of it - granted it was 'groundbreaking' (but wait...when did Ellen come out? KD? Melissa? Indigo Girls? Hmmm.) -but I, personally am not thrilled that the very first mainstream lesbian show to be a commercial success in our community managed to get an audience by selling sex, glamour, shallowness and cattiness. Whether this is more representative of our community today than it once was, I would not presume to know. I DO know that when I came out 21 years ago, our community was PROUD of its diversity and did not WANT to be perceived in such a superficial way, like a bunch of spice girls on crack who think about sex, sex and more sex (but only when they're not thinking of ways to stab each other in the back or post psychotic stalking posters all over the city). There was a time when, GASP, kd lang was seen as a pioneer, when Amy Ray (and yes, she's 'butch') was every lesbians fantasy because she did NOT wear makeup or giggle or act coy, because 'Blood and Fire' and her raw passionate views melted your heart with their sincerity & depth. There was a time when walking into a bar with a suit & tie would turn heads & send women tripping over each other in their stilettos to fall into line over a well-groomed, confident, strong and sexy butch.
A straight friend of mine once said : "Hey, if anyone can find true love in this crazy, f'd up world - I say more power to them!' - and I've always remembered that & wished that more GLBT people felt the same way.
Perhaps, the younger members of our community, NOT having been gay bashed in school, not having lived through the initial AIDS crisis (when AIDS was a certain death sentence) and watched leagues of their gay brothers die while the government did NOTHING, NOT having been born in an era where Stonewall was actively discussed & appreciated -have been blinded to how very important preserving our diversity is. I don't know. All that needs to be said on this score is: 'Do you realize that you HAVE the freedoms & rights that you have now BECAUSE butches fought back at Stonewall on behalf of femmes/TG men/women & drag queens/kings? Do you have ANY idea how much blood was shed, how many scars incurred, how many butches were raped & KILLED to EARN you the liberty you so obviously enjoy - the right to walk down the street with a lipstick femme & hold hands WITHOUT getting arrested & thrown in the back of a police van?'.
Here are some snapshots of growing up in America in the 1960's. (Neither for better or worse, just a bit of history.)
There were separate employment ads in the newspapers. Help Wanted Men/ Help Wanted Women.
Debate was heated as to whether girls and female teachers should be permitted to wear pants in school.
Catholic teaching was that motherhood out of wedlock was a mortal sin.
Abortion was illegal in all states but New York.
Public school principals held wooden paddles and corporal punishment was meted out with parental consent.
Homosexuality was a developmental phase we would grow out of.
Cigarette smoking was permitted on the bus, in line at the bank,the grocery store, in the waiting room at the doctor's office.
Homosexuality was defined as a mental illness in the DMSR.
A postage stamp was three cents, a can of soda a dime. A five day school lunch ticket could be purchased for one dollar.
I was eighteen when the first edition of "Our Bodies, Ourselves," was printed by the Boston Womens' Collective. All those vague feelings and longings I held secret for many years made sense after reading that single chapter about Lesbians, or "Woman Loving Women," as we were called. The book contained many pictures of these women, all with short hair, looking dapper in their dyke hats, plaid flannel shirts, bellbottomed jeans and sturdy Frye dyke boots. MInor variations in the theme occurred, the occasional pair of bib overalls, or the shaved head which did not require a hat. This, my friends was standard issue uniform of the new Lesbian Nation. Stepping into camp, I proudly claimed my newfound identity by getting a haircut at the barber shop and putting on the uniform. I was now a Real Lesbian.
The discussion about butch-femme during this time of American Herstory went something like this: Femmes, women who dressed in "womens' clothing," wore make-up, long hair, heels and stockings (panty hose had not yet been invented) were anti-woman. It was thought femmes were too ashamed of who they were as lesbians to "come out." Femmes were unenlightened, and still identified with their male oppressors by wearing clothing was was deemed attractive to men. By looking "feminine," femmes were seeking the approval of their male oppressors. Perfume and make-up were not "natural," but were means by which the male-dominated media continued to define womens' beauty. Women who shaved their legs were denying their natural bodies, and caving in to male standards of beauty. Lesbian femmes were fence-sitters, wanting to be part of the lesbian community while accepting the societal benefits of masquerading as a straight woman. Butch was IN. Femme was OUT.
Reading all this CL butch-femme debate I am reminded of Dr. Seuss's story of "The Sneetches." If you haven't read it, the plot goes something like this: The Star-Bellied Sneetches had bellies with Stars, but the Plain-Bellied Sneetches had none upon thars..." The Star Bellied Sneetches knew they were "the in crowd," somehow vaguely superior to the Plain Bellied Sneetches. One day a guy named Sylvester McMonkeyMcBean drives up on the beach with a machine that will put stars on the Plain-Bellied Sneetches-for a handsome fee of course. The Plain-Bellied Sneetches jump at the chance to get stars and are now card carrying members of the Starbellied Sneetch Society. The original Star-Bellied Sneetches are very upset, and after paying Sylvester to remove stars from their bellies, declare that now Plain-Bellied Sneetches are IN and Starbellied Sneetches are OUT.
Long story short, things get really confused, Sneetches are going in and out of the machine getting stars put on, stars taken off all in pursuit of the Best Way to Be IN. Sylvester keeps getting richer and richer while the Sneetches run in circles trying to figure who is the better Sneech. Finally the Sneetches get wise, and decide that whether Star Bellied or Plain Bellied, the best kind of Sneetches are just Sneetches on the beaches. When the Sneetches finally "get it," Sylvester drives away, and the Sneetches all party together and have a good time.
Im a girl who looks at the simple things in life and doesnt take them for granted. I don't believe that anything in life should be taken too seriously anymore. My way of thinking is changing. I'm more inclined to take risks simply because life is more exciting that way. When one door closes I open the window of opportunity. I appreciate sincerity and I don't take people for granted. Strong believer in what is meant to be will eventually find it's way.
I really dont care if your not well traveled and you havent been able to attend Broadway. It wont disturb me if you do or dont read. I do enjoy a woman who can passionately pursue all that she desires while not needin to keep up with the Jone's. I like it when she laughs, leans her head to the right or left with that funny kind of smile. The way she hugs me like she never wants me to let go. The way her hair falls and the sent of it. When she waits for me to catch up with her from the car to the restaurant. When everyone stares at her while she walks across the room. How I feel as we slow dance to the music. Understanding the poetry of clouds, the rhythm of rain, fog horns, or trains in the far and away. Anything that she does taking me from the traffic, the noise, those things I am forced to pass through with my head held above it all, grinding my teeth the entire way. I dont really care much if she is a human doing, I want her if she is a human being.
Im a femme/girly girl so I would like to find a femme/girly girl who likes me exactly for who I am. I look forward to hearing from you! Oh and please no men, not even if you're trying to make arrangements for your other half. Thanks =)
'Focus." I tell myself and my eyes flick back to the traffic ten gaping car pases ahead. I flicker back to the valley in between your breasts, to the road, to your collarbone, to the yellow lines and brake lights ahead, to the clock on the radio and back again to your neck line. You're sleeping now and we've been driving for hours to go visit a friend. In your stillness, in this long silence, your essence swirls in the sun as if you are lively even though you are asleep. The breeze from the window distracts me as it delivers perfect little amounts of your sweet smelling skin across my nose, the way your hair smells haunts me and I just want to pull you in close so I can breathe you in.
A smile broadens across my face, a sweet, sweet simple smile of content as my eyes flick to the outline of your beautiful face and how peaceful it rests there, trusting me completely and comfortably enough to fall asleep while I drive. My mind flashes back to the rest stop eight hours before and my body begins to burn as I remember the pit stop in the rain. The windows fogged and we put the seats back and began drawing pictures on the windows and without warning you were on top of me in the driver's seat.
I dart back to my own hands and find myself staring at them in disgust while using my peripheral vision to watch the road. I turn one over and examine my palms one at a time. I peruse my knuckles, I peek at my eyes in the rear view and once again I trail up your legs, your stomach, your neck, your chin, your nose and your eyes in a golden glow. I'm in awe as I gaze at you in silence, the sun streaming through the clouds and piercing my sight. I carefully grab the sunglasses off your forehead with a smile and put them on to see better and laugh to myself as if you're so brilliantly bright I need them to look at you. My hands turn over again and notice all the scars and well-worked lines or callouses.
I think of my hands dancing on your skin, gripping and tugging, pulling and rubbing, scratching and satisfying you until you shook in the cold winter air. The rain creating a beat on the roof, your hand prints on my skin and windows. I shake my head and grip the wheel. These hands, these battle tanks, these depressed hard workers shouldn't be allowed to touch something as illuminating and golden as your skin, never mind to taste your bittersweet sweat. As I drive south and out of the cold, the warmth and release that you are "The One" encompasses me.
Sometimes I forget to see myself through your eyes and I'm humbled in this moment when you wake up. Your eyes trail my body from my knees, up my stomach, along my collarbone, up my neck, behind my ear and along my chin, lips, nose and eyes. You lean forward and kiss me on the cheek, then right below my ear with a giggle, whispering passed my senses sweet nothings of once upon a dream as you steal the sunglasses back. You turn your hands over and over and shake your head in silence with a grin and say you want to drive.~
I'm not desperate, in fact, I'm not hallucinating I just enjoy writing vividly. Imagination is a powerful thing. You see, this was a dream I had once. I'm not interested in the adjectives of life or who you were or what labels you categorize yourself in, I'm interested in the living, breathing verb of who you are. I've been waiting patiently for a while for days like these since I had this dream and I can't get the idea of you out of my head.
I'm tired of just sex. That's easy enough to get. I want someone to captivate my mind, challenge my opinion, lick my intelligence, stimulate my adrenaline and lay in bed all day laughing. Someone to kiss under the mistletoe and in NY when the ball drops because we took a random road trip. Someone who my whole Italian family talks about in a whisper and says "Oh I just love her. She's so warm. What a beautiful girl." just because they're watching you play Simon says with my little cousins and making them laugh. Someone to tuck my hands under their bra when they're cold and we're watching the ocean in autumn. Someone to share the recent culinary concoctions I come up with at 4 am like apricot glaze and cream cheese crepes. Someone to paint tempered chocolate on some random Sunday afternoon. Someone to go skinny dipping with at midnight and hiking at 7 am or make hundreds of snow angels on the local high school's football field and sledding on a piece of cardboard with a trash bag over it. Someone to have crazy sex in a ladies dressing room at wal-mart just because they picked out the cutest bra and asked if it looked alright. I want a name to doodle while I'm at work and a text to look forward to. I want someone who is only wearing a smile when I get home or isn't afraid to share our lives together. I just want someone who.
I don't think I can find you. I know you are out there somewhere sleeping or listening to music and watching the sun come up or cleaning your room or God knows what else you might be doing at 2 am. I know that you probably don't even know about this website so the likelihood of you reading this is slim or maybe I've met you in some way already and I just don't have a clue. I have a feeling I would know right away. :)
It might take months or years until we bump into each other somewhere in just the right way or someone sends me an email and actually wants to meet up for coffee?? It might be tomorrow or maybe, just maybe it might be saved for last as most things best are. I'm willing to wait. I like writing to you ahead of time. I enjoy it. I feel as if perhaps someday, years after we do collide, I'll be able to truly say, "See. I was really waiting and thinking of you.". I love the corny affect. :)
I guess what I've learned which, truthfully, I'm never quite done learning, is that real love can not be found nor fabricated or settled for but grown and a pleasant surprise. I'm waiting for the day when I see you and that glow circles you as I was babbling about.
You should know the most important reason that I'm not obsessive or desperate over finding you, I love me. I'm OK with silence. I'm confident in who I am yet graceful and silently proud of non-materialistic values or lessons I've learned along the way. I have goals for myself, ambition, dreams and aspirations but I love the idea of the future because it means more time to live everyday like it's my last. I want someone to be my passenger on life's crazy adventures but I don't neeeeed someone to live. I have my own friends, my own job, my own life and I'm comfortable in my own skin. But, to work as a well-oiled machine in a steady relationship includes tending to each part. I could function without you. I could breathe. I could sleep around. I could ignore that empty passenger seat but the key is, I don't want to. There's a fine line between need and want. I'd rather want to share my life with someone than need to. I don't need to post this on Craigslist, I could go out but I want to because I think it's a new way to say a bunch of crap that makes me me without the awkward nervousness of first impressions. It's a lot more pleasant to want something. Even though the saying is really corny and cliche, it is absolutely impossible to love anyone until you love yourself first. Loving yourself includes being humble enough to know the heart of life is still good no matter what. Loving yourself is not just buying that new purse you wanted but being mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physically well-rounded. Only then are you able to really let anyone else love you the way they should. So here I sit, my best friend, silently waiting, patiently living with an empty bed, a ring-free phone and an empty passenger's seat but you should know, I'm ready for flight.
I am looking for someone who is not afraid to love- not afraid to fall in love. She would have varied interests and enjoys talking about current events over wine. I would like someone who can keep me on my toes. But above all, I am looking for someone who is mature, although of course still allowing their inner child to come out from time to time.
I am attracted to dark hair and dark eyed femmes. And I would prefer her to be between 25 and 36.
I'm looking for a woman who knows what she wants in life and knows how to get it...or at least knows how to develop a plan to eventually get it. I'd like to meet someone who is completely capable of taking care of themselves, but isn't afraid to let me step in and treat them like the princess they will become in my life someday. I like women who aren't afraid to be themselves and also aren't going to try to change who I am. I'm looking for laughter, friendship, passion, understanding, adventure and commitment.
I love to laugh and have fun; living life to its fullest is essential, in my opinion. I'm a fan of movies, music, traveling, photography, cooking, shopping, sports, art and writing. I enjoy a fun night out on the town, but am equally as happy with a relaxing night in. I'm most comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans, but do clean up nicely. I'm one of the kindest people you'll ever meet in life; I have a heart of gold and doing for others is a big part of my makeup. There's so much to tell, but I hear it's good to leave a little mystery. :)
Such a shame to waste consciousness on someone like you, but maybe your kind are the cross our community has to bear, and perhaps a lesson for others. Here's hoping that's the plan!
Oh and BTW, some people know they don't prefer butches. I'm a femme and if I wanted to be with a guy I'd just get one (I don't want one, but they're clearly pretty easy). I don't dislike butches as people, but physically I like women like myself only, thanks...and I know it. Peace out.
I'm not into the bar scene and would rather spend my time reading, researching, writing or enjoying the arts than pretty much anything else. I am open-minded and cannot be put into any neat category (categories may be necessary, but are also impossibly restrictive). I'm capable of being serious when it's appropriate but also know how to laugh at life and myself and have a good time. There's nothing better than making a woman smile or laugh and I enjoy getting someone's face to light up or making her laugh ridiculously hard. I believe in honesty and would like to meet someone who knows herself, her faults and her strengths as well as what she wants in a relationship. I know what I have to offer and what i'm looking for in a potential girlfriend.
Nothing's better than spending a quiet afternoon or evening with someone you can just 'be' with. No big plans or fancy itineraries necessary, just good company and a hot cup of coffee and maybe a good movie or topic of conversation. I'm not looking to go kayaking or run the iditarod or anything, but a nice stroll around Walden pond is perfect for a fall day!
I have a full life and am looking for someone who will add to my life, not be my life. I enjoy my alone time and time with friends and am not the type to want to spend every spare second with a girlfriend. If you don't spend any time apart, you have nothing to bring to the relationship, it's that simple. I believe that balance and honesty are the keys to any relationship, friendship or otherwise.
I'm in my late 30's and would prefer to meet someone in her mid 30's to early 40's, give or take a few years. If you're old enough to be able to watch 'reality bites' and just laugh hysterically because you 'get it' & you lived it - you're in range!
If you enjoy stimulating conversation and believe that honesty, compassion and loyalty are all important qualities feel free to get in touch.
I know there is a woman out there who is ready and willing.......we can also of course go out, go dancing or to hear music, I will cook for you, turn you on to music and interesting and worldly conversation.
A little about me: I am 5'9 Black woman. I am fit, pretty attractive, outgoing, and I have a thirst for experiencing new dimensions of life. I am a light drinker and I don't smoke, but am okay with anything herbal, of course. I try to keep a broad, global awareness, and would love to meet someone who can teach me something new (in or out of the bedroom).
Get in touch if you are not afraid to dive into a passionate friendship.
Now, if as I suspect, some of you are afraid of appearing to be bitchy because you really don't like hairy bodies, state that. If some chick gets offended, she can shave or shut the hell up. I'd rather know what it is that irks you or turns you off than show up on your doorstep with roses and a smile and be rejected because you neglected to say you don't like brown eyes and freckles. The point right here is, either be specific enough to be useful (which means you actually have to put in some work and some thought), or suck it up and learn to go out every chance you get, with anyone who is brave enough to ask you, then sort it out later. Or you can be your lazy, indulgent self and get more frustrated and miserable with every troll response you get.
Now, however, if you want someone who won't treat you like men have too often treated women? Don't date a man. The label butch was never meant to describe someone who acts like a man.On the other hand, if you want someone to treat you like crap; disrespect you; cheat on you; make you feel worthless, then go check out that hottie with no notion of what compassion, romance, or human kindness and love mean. Your therapist will thank you for all the extra money coming in. And I'm not even trying to get more dates for my almost-butchy self - if you post that you only date butches then I'm sorry, but you're not open minded enough to keep me interested. This is purely public service.
If any of this is unclear to you, or you have a different take, shoot me an email and we'll discuss. If you're really hot to trot and get your dating IQ up to par, host a lesbian dating workshop. In either case, have a good time out there, it's supposed to be FUN!
1)Femme/active
2)Self sufficient please have your life together
3)Have passions or hobbies please. It's makes us all interesting
4)Please have no drama everyone has a past but please be over "it"
5)Please be proud of who you are lesbian or bi does not matter just be single
A little about me…
I’m very chill, easy going, and friendly. My friends who know me best tell me I’m quite a catch, but you can be the judge of that. I’m 5’3”, blue eyes, dark brown hair in dreads, thick n’ curvy. I’m a little chubby, but I’m working on that. I wouldn’t consider myself to be butch, but I do own a lot of power tools, and I know how to use them ;) I work as a glass blower in Boston, and I teach glass blowing to the public. I also work as a stagehand for a local production company. I have a 3 year old dog that is the most wonderful thing in the world and I adore animals. I’m also a musician- drummer mostly, but also guitar and bass. There’s much more to tell, but that’s enough for now.
I’m hoping to find someone who’s 21-30ish, friendly, open-minded, and fun. Honestly, I’m hoping to find a date, but if there aren’t any sparks, no worries. I’m always down for new friends. I’ve been attracted to women across the board, but most of the time I’m attracted to girls on the feminine side of the spectrum… I’m not perfect, and I don’t expect you to be either… please just have a killer smile and warm personality… Even better if you’re a dog lover ☺
The show is Sunday the 15th in Northampton. I’m hoping to meet up for coffee or drinks sometime between now and then so we don’t have to be total strangers together at the show. Please send a picture with your reply or at least your facebook or myspace, so I know you aren’t a dude. Besides, it’s only fair. You’ve seen me. Convince me to pick you ;)
Here's the bottom line as to the title of this, though; it often makes me wish I were straight. Because I hardly ever have other women coming on to me nearly the same ways. If anything, while other lesbians and bisexual women may seem to think I'm attractive enough, I just don't seem to be what makes them go mmmmmmm as much for some reason. Yet, men?...they seem to be mmmmmmming over me 24/7. I don't know why this is, but it's frustrating. I am 100% lesbian and only attracted in that way to other women...but I seem to only give out straight vibes or something. It would be awesome if I were straight, but take my word for it, I am not. I'm as lesbian as they come...and I always will be. (Another hint as to men not to answer this...or you will be relegated to that of a joke...unless you want to be be my chauffeur and escort while I ignore you and talk to other women [look up what a "beard" for a lesbian or gay person is].)
Indeed. I wish I were straight...or at least fit more into the traditional (read:stereotypical?) lesbian mold.
i think short but chockfull of tidbits is best for this space. if you want more, write. pictures, too, of course, can follow. i'm just looking to meet people outside my normal zones, and who knows what else? there are no hard and fast limits here.