A typical part of the lesbian or wlw experiences is being unable to tell the difference between a hot friend and a person who you want ot date and have sex with. It’s a fine line with limited lives. How many friendship are you willing the tank. How many people are you willing to give the worst version of yourself yo. How many people from you B-Team are you hoping will surprise you. Romance is so beautiful and passionate but so fickle and erratic. DO you want to swim the pool or the ocean? Do you want kiss as much as you cry or be content. The older I get the more Contentment sounds good to me. It brings tears to my eyes sometimes everytime the more mature me beats out the innocent and naive -part of me that also wants to believe that love and passion will conquer all but I know I need respect commitment, friendship, and “proof of life and love”. I feel so abundant, to want to hang out with my friends rather than whoever I’m dating at the time but a part of me will always feel the need to be sexy, spontaneous, flirty. But that part hurts me so much but I feel so alive and free. I feel alive with my friends. I get worried that sexy passionate youthful feeling that I crave so much is something that you can only get when your naive and vulnerable. I’ll get more into the title but I’m drunk it’s black pride and I’m going to bed. 3:51 AM Black Pride NOLA