24 in 24 

I’m turning 24 years old in 24 hours… ish. 23 was an important year and I’d probably say it was the best year of my life. Here’s 24 reasons why: 

1) August 11, 2016 – my girlfriend treated me to a delicious meal at a REAL steakhouse #notoutback 😉 


2) I went to my first baseball game. The Mets lost, of course 😂


3) Volunteered at Global Citizen Festival for the first time. Thank you, Patrick! 


4) Witnessed one of my girlfriend’s dreams come true: she met her FAVORITE artist! 


5) Saw Beyoncé for the SECOND time that year! 


6) Completed my first Tough Mudder 💪🏼 


7) Visited Austin, TX for the first time. 


8) Went skydiving for the first time! 


9) Visited Canada for the first time and spent New Years in Montreal. 


10) Learned how to ski at Whiteface Mountain! Thank you, Kyle from ORDA, for organizing an amazing trip for us.

 

11) Went skiing for the SECOND time on Valentine’s Day. 


12) Went skiing for the THIRD time, this time at Mountain Creek. 


13) Seen and listened to two of my favorite women talk at BMCC, Chelsea Handler and Gloria Steinem. 


14) On our way to a two-week vacation in California! 

15) Fell in love with Palm Springs and San Jacinto State Park.

 

16) Came to the realization that Joshua Tree is my favorite national park thus far. 


17) Went camping for the very first time (that little, orange tent is ours). 


18) Hurt my neck looking up at the sequoias in Sequoia National Park. 


19) Enjoyed the picturesque Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes in Death Valley National Park. 


20) Unexpectedly spent time in Las Vegas with my family from LA. 


21) Met my favorite spoken word artist, Rudy Francisco. 


22) Started rock climbing. Thank you, Brooklyn Boulders! Looking forward to becoming a #beast 💪🏼


23) Seen my favorite artist, J. Cole. 


24) And last but not least, here a few people that make every day worth it. 


I’m looking forward to 24 being just as full of adventure as 23 was. I want to learn more about myself, the ones I love, and life. I want to continue falling in love with nature, CMG, and new experiences. I want to be myself wholeheartedly. I want to be honest with myself and those around me. I want to live every day like it’s my last. 

And for those reading this, live your best life. Make a bucket list, make a list of what makes you happy and do it! If money is a problem, start a lemonade stand, start a GoFundMe, or wait until you have the money in place to make your dreams come true. It’ll be worth it when you’re telling your grandkids how much fun you had in your 20s. 😉 

Yours truly, 

The lesbian who wants to live life to its fullest on her birthday and the other 364 days of the year 

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Are you sure you’re straight? 

Maybe this topic is redundant on my blog BUT I keep finding myself in the same situation. Let me explain: 

I had an interaction at work today with a young male who was obviously flirting with me. I proceeded to tell him that I have a girlfriend and he stopped in his tracks as men often do and asked, “So are you a lesbian or are you bi?” Now before I even answered that, I was thinking, “does it matter?” Not because I don’t identify with a particular sexuality but because I JUST informed him that I was in a relationship. Keyword: relationship. Anywho, I told him that I am indeed a lesbian. He then questioned my sexuality by asking if I’ll ever be with a man, so on and so forth. He said, “Well, how can you say never if you don’t know?” I proceeded to ask him if he was sure he was straight. Flabbergasted, he said yes, he knows what he is and knows what he likes. SO HOW IS MY SEXUALITY ANY DIFFERENT, SIR? This opened up a can of worms for me. 

I am absolutely sick and tired of people thinking and/or assuming that a woman’s sexuality is fluid, particularly when she identifies as a lesbian. Now this isn’t to say that sexuality can’t be fluid or that a woman who identifies as a lesbian will ALWAYS identify as a lesbian, but why is it assumed that there’s a possibility I’ll date a man in the future? And this goes back to our heteronormative society that assumes everyone is straight which means straight people don’t have to “come out of the closet” nor are they questioned about their sexuality. If someone identifies as straight, do we ask them, “Have you always been straight? When’d you know? How’d you tell your parents? Are you sure you’re straight?” Those questions are NEVER asked. If someone identifies as straight, particularly men, it is almost offensive if you ask them if they’re sure. A straight man with a fluid sexuality? How dare I even think that? 

This situation also leads me to think that if I were less feminine, men wouldn’t question my sexuality as often as they do. Do I have to wear baggy clothes and have a buzz cut in order to be taken serious? Why is it assumed that a feminine woman is straight? Here’s an FYI, lesbians come in all shapes and sizes. Oh and some of them even wear makeup, heels, dresses, etc. 


And wait, one more thing: STOP THINKING YOU CAN TURN A WOMAN OUT! In fact, if any “turning out” is happening, it’s probably a lesbian turning out a straight woman. 


That goes for Tyga and A$AP Rocky who have lyrics targeting lesbians. Here they are: 

“Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians 

And my section less niggas, more lesbians 

Got your bitch, I’m that nigga” – Tyga 

“I be fuckin broads like I be fuckin bored 

Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin boys” – A$AP Rocky 

Did anyone bat an eye when hearing these lyrics? Would someone bat an eye if a mainstream rapper like A$AP Rocky said, “Turn a straight man out, have him fuckin boys”? My guess is that the Internet would go crazy. 

In conclusion, 

Yes, I like women. 

No, I don’t like men. 

No, I won’t like men in the future. 

No, you don’t have a chance. 

Sincerely yours, 

The lesbian who wants to be taken serious 

Gay Pride Month

As I was exiting the subway station this morning, I noticed a TD Bank advertisement that read something along the lines of “celebrate pride month, celebrate pride year.” Once I left the station, the first thing I noticed was American Eagle’s window display for Pride. I then thought to myself, “All of these advertisements, window displays, and rainbow flags are about to come down because June is almost over.” A pretty dismal thought but it’s the reality of it, isn’t it?

The reality of Pride month is just that: it’s a month. For a month, the LGBTQ community feels recognized, accepted, and maybe even loved. But what about the 11 months of the year when rainbow flags aren’t dancing in the wind all over major cities such as NYC? The issue is Pride month is one of the only times of the year that same-sex couples make it to mainstream media. The issue is heterosexual references are everywhere, all the time. I put in my headphones and hear Trey Songz singing about sleeping with women. I change the song and hear SZA singing about sleeping with another woman’s boyfriend. I’m a huge fan of both of these artists; however, I’d love to listen to a song about homosexuals making love. I’d love to go on Instagram and see references to homosexual relationships. Instead I see things like, “Dickpressed: being sad or upset about the lack of dick in your life.” Instead I see things about falling for fuckboys and not being able to stay away from assholes. So, am I following the wrong pages or are heterosexual references EVERYWHERE? I’ve answered my own question.

Maybe I shouldn’t read into these things as much as I do but honestly they’re all reminders of the progress we HAVEN’T made. They’re reminders of the work that needs to be done. They’re reminders that the LGBTQ community continues to be the minority and continues to be treated as such. So thank you for raising your rainbow flags, thank you for the window displays and subway advertisements, BUT there’s 11 other months in the year. I’d like to be noticed then as well.

Sincerely yours,

The analytical, hyper-aware lesbian

You used to call me on my house phone 

What happened to us? We used to be a society that could thrive on so little. At one point, there was no color tv. Now, every one has a Smart TV in their living rooms, bedrooms, family rooms, and some people even have TVs in their kitchen. We love to reminisce about the days we used payphones, beepers, flip phones, Nextels, etc. Now, we can’t leave the house without our smartphone. Now, we can’t go to the movies without checking in on  Facebook. We no longer need to remember phone numbers, birthdays, or how to get from Point A to Point B. Our handy dandy smartphones do it all. Have a question? Ask Siri. Want to know what Kim Kardashian is up to? Go on Instagram. Want to vicariously live through your friends who go clubbing every weekend? Go on Snapchat. We have the constant need to be stimulated and while we’ve progressed from beepers to iPhones, we still want more. I bet they’ll be a line outside every Apple Store once the iPhone 8 releases. And what will the iPhone 8 do that the iPhone 7 doesn’t do? Take better pictures of every meal you consume? Provide you with search results milliseconds faster than the iPhone 7? 

What happened to us? 

Why do we “need” so much more than we needed 10 years ago? And what will we “need” 10 years from now? Why do 5 year olds play on iPads instead of in the park? Why are 10 year olds killing people in video games but aren’t required to take a class about morals, self-love, and positivity? 

What happened to us? 

While I’m writing this blog with such passion, care, and a little bit of hopelessness, there’s a CEO being chauffeured around in a black SUV by an individual who probably struggles to get their rent paid on time. While we’re discussing Kylie Jenner’s plump lips and making memes about them, she’s making millions off of her cosmetic line. While we’re standing in line for cellphones, sneakers, and sample sales, someone else is making a profit while we’re losing our hard-earned cash. 

And with that being said, I’ll say what my grandma says to me all the time: the rich get richer while the poor get poorer. So all I ask is that you think about Wale’s lyric in ‘Diary,’ 

Do these material things materialize to a better you? 

Yours truly, 

The lesbian who just started watching Mr. Robot who is kind-of, sort-of, my spirit animal 

PS: If this blog post was of any interest to you, you should 1) listen to that song and 2) watch ‘Minimalism’ on Netflix. Thank me later 😉 

My favorite example of love. 

I’ve been a romantic all my life and I’ve thought about, dreamt about, and talked about my ideal love. I fantasized about how they would make me feel, what they would say, and how happy they’d make me. My friends and I spent hours talking about our examples of love. As much as I wanted it, I wasn’t sure if it existed. I thought, maybe my expectations are too high and I’m living in a fantasy world. 

Then, you came along. 

You came along and made it feel like there was electricity flowing through my body. 

You came along and I stopped caring about how awkward it is to stare at someone. 

From the time we are children, we’re told that staring at someone is rude. But I can’t help but to stare at you. 

I feel an overwhelming sense of happiness when your eyes meet mine. I’ve even thought, “If I stare too long, I may start to cry.” 

This made me realize that tears of joy are real. And I’m almost certain that this is how you feel.  
You said I don’t write any “good” blogs in terms of good feelings. Well, here it is. 

Even when you’re away, I can feel you right here.  

Yours truly, 

The lesbian 

08/11/93 @ 3:58 pm 

Today is my last day as a 22 year old. On my birthday last year, Brenda said there’s nothing special about turning 22. She was right. No one celebrates their 22nd birthday like they do their 21st, 25th, 30th, so on and so forth. But after sending her a snap this morning about reflecting on my 22nd year of life, she said, “Well it’s been your best year yet, wouldn’t you say?” And she’s right. My 22nd year has been incredible. Here’s why: 


08/11/2015 


1st vacation together in Bar Harbor, Maine 


New friends. Shoutout to TNF GSP! 


Halloween 2k15. 


2nd annual Rocky Run in Philly. 


Alex’s first concert, my first time seeing one of my favorite artists: The Weeknd 


The cutest Christmas picture ever. 


12/25/15 


NYE. 


Maxwell concert on Valentine’s Day. 


2nd vacation together in Arizona. 


2nd annual NJ Half Marathon. (Side note: I knew I wanted to date her while driving down to Long Branch for the 1st NJ Half Marathon. Dreams do come true.) 


The best selfie ever. 


And yet another concert. Queen Bey. 


Fourth of July weekend in Pittsburgh with a few sweet angels. 


And yet ANOTHER concert. This time Drake. 

And that brings me to today. I can’t even begin to express my gratitude for my friends, family, and of course the love of my life for making my 22nd year the best one yet. 

Yours truly, 

Baby lez 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 

Feeling comfortable in your own skin is something many of us struggle with. What we see in the media and what we see in the mirror is different and sometimes that’s a problem. It would be silly to solely blame the media when we have friends and family whose advice we take seriously. There’s memes on Instagram about being the ugly friend. There are parents who tell their child(ren) how to dress, how to do their hair, etc. We all grow up knowing what’s an appropriate outfit to wear and what’s inappropriate. Women know when they should wear makeup and do their hair and men know when to wear a suit and tie. But some people don’t want to follow these rules. 

This past weekend I felt uncomfortable in my own skin and unfortunately it wasn’t the first time that I felt this way. I didn’t feel beautiful, sexy, pretty, or whatever adjective you’d like to use. My hair didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. I was bloated. And I wasn’t in love with my outfit. As opposed to leaving the house feeling good and excited for that night’s festivities (a long awaited Drake concert at Madison Square Garden!), I felt insecure and had the urge to stay inside where no one could see or judge me. It didn’t help that I was standing next to a blonde hair, green eye goddess either. I didn’t want to be the “ugly one” in the relationship. I didn’t want people to think to themselves, “Why is she with her?” And throughout the night, I kept thinking to myself, “She could be with anyone. Why is she with me?” 

These thoughts lingered through the night and made their way into my head the following morning. As I laid on the beach, I thought and thought and thought some more. I realized that I am insecure and not in love with the way I look or dress. Then I thought about it some more because thinking is what I do. I then realized that I have to accept myself for who I am. I am unlike other women. I don’t wear makeup. I don’t own a purse. I don’t have a drawer full of accessories. I don’t have a closet full of shoes. Instead, I have a closet full of sneakers. While I want to feel beautiful, I have no desire to shop for a “Saturday night outfit.” There’s no part of me that wants to get dolled up. There’s no part of me that wants to “dress like a girl for once” as my friend once told me. I’m a woman who dresses up on occasion but most of the time wants to wear sweatpants, sneakers, and a hoodie. I can’t keep thinking that I am less attractive than woman who dress up because that’s MY kind of beautiful. I feel the most confident in a fresh pair of sneakers.

That’s just who I am. 

Yours truly, 

The lesbian who will always be more excited for a new pair of kicks rather than a new handbag 

PS: This is for all of you who are different in some way, shape, or form. Know who you are and accept it. It’ll pay off in the long run.