Well I am currently not feeling as witty as Jess (please see the title for this post) but I agreed to do this because Jess is Cuban and I bruise easily. But also because I have a feeling that there is a side to being a lesbifriend that few talk about (that would defeat the purpose I suppose) but many experience.
You remember that boy that everyone thought was gay in high school? You and your friends frequently got changed in front of him and might have told him all about you and that shower head? I am that boy. Well, no, not really. I am a girl. But somewhere along the journey from blushing as Carrie Underwood introduced me to my first girl crush (oh the days of crimpy hair and flannel shirts) and befriending an interesting gaggle (yes, a gaggle) of lesbians I have come to admire my fellow females and their ambiguous nature. Not in a creepy way, but in a way that makes me laugh a little inside when a not-so-knowing (and sometimes an interestingly knowing) friend tests the boundaries of modesty and friendship. Call me Kinsey, but this happens more often than you'd think.
I've decided to sprinkle Jess's blog with the frequent (yes, I'm a magnet, frequent) accounts of my run-ins with friends, roommates, coworkers, acquaintances and others. If this doesn't sound interesting please remember...I'm straight. And I have a slight blushing problem. And I flirt to overcome it. Yeah.
Peace, Love, and Bianca Ryan (may she always wear undies) -JC.
You remember that boy that everyone thought was gay in high school? You and your friends frequently got changed in front of him and might have told him all about you and that shower head? I am that boy. Well, no, not really. I am a girl. But somewhere along the journey from blushing as Carrie Underwood introduced me to my first girl crush (oh the days of crimpy hair and flannel shirts) and befriending an interesting gaggle (yes, a gaggle) of lesbians I have come to admire my fellow females and their ambiguous nature. Not in a creepy way, but in a way that makes me laugh a little inside when a not-so-knowing (and sometimes an interestingly knowing) friend tests the boundaries of modesty and friendship. Call me Kinsey, but this happens more often than you'd think.
I've decided to sprinkle Jess's blog with the frequent (yes, I'm a magnet, frequent) accounts of my run-ins with friends, roommates, coworkers, acquaintances and others. If this doesn't sound interesting please remember...I'm straight. And I have a slight blushing problem. And I flirt to overcome it. Yeah.
Peace, Love, and Bianca Ryan (may she always wear undies) -JC.
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