Spoiler Alert: We cried.
Carrie Lezshaw right here. I’ve missed you babes. As a lez sex + dating columnist and general v intimate creature, we carry on a large amount of dates. Tinder, Bumble, Lesbian Herstory Personal Ads, OkCupid, Zoe, you identify it. Don’t judge me personally.
I experienced a complete lot of bend balls thrown at me personally at the time of belated to my dating-in-queer-Brooklyn journeys. I’ve had my vagina broken, I’ve had queer vs lesbian debates that We didn’t wish to have (if I go on another date in which the woman desires to discuss gender theory I’m planning to smash a mason container cocktail over my mind), I’ve had probably the most mind-blowing sexual climaxes of my entire life, I’ve came across completely emotionally unavailable leather-based coat brooding girls, and I’ve came across stage five clingers. Continuar leyendo «Lesbian Sex & The City: I Went Back At My First Ever Sober Date»