

Night WalkerShe stands alone on a deserted beach. The waves gently brush against her bare feet, as if fighting the crescent moon for her attention. A hermit crab creeps along the shore, its shell reflecting in the moonlight. The dancing waves are the only sound tonight, everything else is silent, enjoying the evening. There is not a cloud in the sky, and one by one, the stars make their debut. The beach is no longer in hiding, the moon and stars light up the beach like a stage. She turns her head slowly to the right, getting a panoramic view of the scene. The wind gently plays with her hair, twisting and turning it, and slowly setting it back where it stNight Walker


The memoirs of a teen lesbian“Hey Mom,” I said in-between bites of steak, “last night my friend Kyle was sayin’ Buffy teaches kids bad stuff because she holds her hands down here,” I dropped my hands down to my chest, “and not up here,” I raised my hands to my face. “What, is he gay or something? Why wasn’t he looking at Buffy’s chest like your dad?” she said after swallowing her steak. I laughed, and my little sister just shook her head, wondering how she came to be the Marilyn to our Munsters. “Hey I’m not the only one that looks at Buffy’s chest. What about Fle?” my dad said defensively. &nbThe memoirs of a teen lesbian


Lesbian CirclesWhat scares you? is it the monsters under your bed? or the thunder shaking your house at night?Lesbian Circles
What makes the hair on the back of your neck rise? Maybe its the child at the park that stares at you with her otherworldly eyes. The one with the stained dress and the ragged little bow in her hair.
Or is it something else.
Something deeper.
Something more sinister.
The dryness in your mouth, like on a hot summers day, that happens almost instantly when you see that girl. That longing that rises in your chest in a manner that suggests heartburn. Th
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"Sometimes it's best to stay out of the loop with friends,especialy if you just ate and don't feel like vomiting on everyone around you on said loop."-me
"I hope those strait jackets come in red"-me
Pete+Patrick=Squee!
Brendon+Ryan=Aww!
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