Sleeping Around number 1: “The Reason Why I Am So Easy” | Autostraddle

While I’m loathe to intervene with the turf thus correctly depicted when you look at the Emmy nominated, critically lauded ‘

The True L Globe’

, the time has come for Autostraddle to put their particular proverbial hat inside sex column band. Because it’s very hard to locate true tales by genuine lesbians about lesbian sex on these right here internets. So now I provide “Sleeping Around”: another line documenting my personal intimate conquests, emotional bitch-slaps, carnal fumbles, and union follies. Please be aware I will be using the terms and conditions ‘dating’ and ‘relationship’ very broadly. Obvs all brands are altered for security — mine mainly, but additionally those we encounter.

Column 1: WHY I’M EASY

On Monday my deafening, bisexual get-together, make-up singer pal Georgia welcomed us to the closing nights Spotlight — Los Angeles’s oldest gay bar, a lovely dive getting elbowed out by increasing rents in an ever more yuppified part of Hollywood. First situations initially: we make my personal solution to the club, order a G&T, and plaintively ask the bartender if he’s got any peanuts. Lease’s because of and I’m skint, and so I was trying out reducing way down on nonessentials, for example meals. The guy kinda rustles up a bowl of pita chips, and I also rabidly search in while acting to be controlled by small talk around me and trying not to ever appear excess like a feral youngster.

Before long one of many darkly clothed twenty-somethings purchases me a glass or two, and in addition we initiate chitchat/vague impressions of feasible interest which can be impractical to identify. She’s 28 and possible TV music producer for just one associated with the wire networks, specializing in sort of bro-ish gross/freak out sort demonstrates. She’s attractive, if you don’t very — blue eyes, gothic locks (with apparent origins), and much more zaftig than i choose but very nice tits. Personality and intelligence-wise she’s much above ordinary — amusing, dark sense of humor, and self-confident however pompous. Since night continues she appears curious but somewhat aloof, kind of like a stylish bro flanked by acceptance seeking sorority pledges at their basic mixer. I don’t specially care plus in fact take pleasure in the existence of a periodic smart bro, if they have been isolated through the package. After several rounds of whiskey and a late evening snack we return to the woman Los Feliz household to have products. Obvs.

Both of us understand exercise and after a quick online game of remove ingesting video game poker (I’m constantly altering the principles to the it essentially entails drinking should you win, ingesting even more any time you drop, and informing ladies to remove different components of garments.) hook-up on her sofa next bed. Layla is sadly on the period but looks extremely into demonstrating the woman fist dexterity. It’s remarkable, and results consist of two good orgasms. This can be a nice shock because often it can take more than just fingers for my situation, and that I gladly snuggle into rest, generating a mental note to ask for tips when we previously hook up again.

The next day my bad, unspeakably unhappy hook-up body alarm goes off at 6:30. Jesus. It really is a God-awful evolutionary occurrence remaining from university: each time I sleep around, the alarm unfailingly goes down between 5-8 am, and I also awake ready, energized and able to comfort. Frequently I’ll simply state bye and go, but she drove. Ughh. As my body wriggles into awareness Layla pulls me personally closer and fleetingly wakes up to provide myself an additional bang before falling back once again to rest. “Well that’s great,” In my opinion to myself “exactly what in the morning we designed to perform today?” Caught until she awakes, I sneak out over carry out an easy early morning after fix up when you look at the restroom, seize a magazine from living room area, and check out not to ever change all pages and posts also loudly.

We go to brunch. She’s seriously hungover I am also obnoxiously perky (another area affect associated with devil’s security) when she drops myself off we contemplate a goodbye kiss but rather simply laugh, state “Bye dude, thank you for the ride”, and briskly head into my personal building.

Layla is not the sole dyke who is going to channel bro.

Epilogue: weekly after the nights summertime lovin’, we glance at my cellphone, pause, next punch ‘delete’. We exchanged certain texts, but never ever met up- she failed to embark on the evenings i did so, and neither people asked to see each other once again. As somebody who cherished “He’s not That Into You” excessive (I react well to violence) when someone doesn’t reveal work, I don’t program interest. Since hidden link between Layla and I also vanishes, i cannot help but feel a pang of… regret? Perhaps not correctly. Missing crave? No, not really. It’s a sliver of lonenliness that punches small gaps in my own gut. Layla was amusing and refreshingly original, and I wouln’t have minded a buddy like that. Perhaps one of the most perplexing things about being a lesbian is actually navigating interactions along with other gay women: tend to be we most suitable is pals or fuckbuddies or forever after? How hell in the morning I expected to know very well what to accomplish (or otherwise not to do) with someone i recently found? On a regular basis we’re told through our very own mothers/shrinks/friends the conventional knowledge of interactions: strong relationships are built from a foundation of friendship.

But is it feasible to construct a significant friendship from an intimate relationship? If yes, just how could it possibly be done?

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Michelle Mishka Colombo
2011