the "younger" lesbian speaks out
I met this fantastic woman while I was in college. I was her student worker, and she showed remarkable patience with me. Kinda took me under her wing and managed to dole out some pretty sane advice and reassurance that there was hope for the future. In fact, I'd go back to the dorms after work and spread the news that all hope wasn't lost... As wenders has pointed out, the "experienced" point of view was sadly lacking at our esteemed alma mater.
One afternoon, as she was assuring me that there was such a thing as a drama-free relationship, that ex-girlfriends didn't have to be your best friend, and that college lesbianism bore no resemblance to reality, I accidentally referred to her as an "older lesbian". In fact, the quote was something to the effect of, "It's really nice to have an older lesbian to talk to about this stuff."
I must say that this comment ranks up there for me on the foot in the mouth scale. Although, it was meant as a compliment/thank you to this very cool person who was providing me much needed sanity and perspective during a very traumatizing senior year. But, alas, there has been no end to the chaff I've taken over the years...
Cate and her fabulous partner Rhys showed me that there was hope for real life, babies, and all the good stuff. And have provided me with much-needed sanity on more than one occasion.
(In return, I explained what the 4 -f rule was, provided the campus gossip, and brought a whole new generation of MHC lesbians to catch the pearls of wisdom from the not-much-older-but much-wiser lesbian.)
Oh, and. I turn 29 next year.
One afternoon, as she was assuring me that there was such a thing as a drama-free relationship, that ex-girlfriends didn't have to be your best friend, and that college lesbianism bore no resemblance to reality, I accidentally referred to her as an "older lesbian". In fact, the quote was something to the effect of, "It's really nice to have an older lesbian to talk to about this stuff."
I must say that this comment ranks up there for me on the foot in the mouth scale. Although, it was meant as a compliment/thank you to this very cool person who was providing me much needed sanity and perspective during a very traumatizing senior year. But, alas, there has been no end to the chaff I've taken over the years...
Cate and her fabulous partner Rhys showed me that there was hope for real life, babies, and all the good stuff. And have provided me with much-needed sanity on more than one occasion.
(In return, I explained what the 4 -f rule was, provided the campus gossip, and brought a whole new generation of MHC lesbians to catch the pearls of wisdom from the not-much-older-but much-wiser lesbian.)
Oh, and. I turn 29 next year.
posted by Katydid at 11:19 PM
2 Comments:
All true. And no, really, despite the fact that I WASN'T WEARING FLANNEL, it was a very sweet thing to say. I just, you know, needed a little therapy after.
How bad is it that I've now forgotten the 4-f rule? Oops.
So, welcome to older lesbianism. How's it feel? ;)
I never KNEW the 4-f rule. Please share. Not that I needed it in college, probably.
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