tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881737037924270182024-03-20T03:06:59.070-07:00Thesbian PalaceThesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-11600412969709333852013-09-21T20:24:00.001-07:002013-09-21T20:24:23.136-07:00Hot blooded, check it and seeI'm sick! No actually, I'm siiiick :( :(<br />
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I very rarely get sick, I think. The last time I remember being sick was around New Year's Eve last year. Let me tell you, as much as I am loving the single thesbian life, having a gf when you're sick is so freaking stellar. When I'm sick, there's nothing I want to do more than cuddle up to someone I love and share all of my germs with them. It's not about the germ-sharing, of course, I always feel pretty bad about that in the end. But when you're feeling gross and alone, it's a pretty great feeling to have someone buy you popsicles, rent <i>The Office</i> on DVD, and give you limitless snuggles as you blow your nose 'til you look like Rudolph. Now I had to feverishly stumble to the convenience store to buy my own popsicles, and slept all day.<br />
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As I said though, the single thesbian life is going along pretty well indeed. Was it nice to be in the same couple-dom stage as most of my friends? Yes. But does it also feel nice to make out with lots of thesbians and half-thesbians, all while keeping my heart intact? You betcha. I always greatly disliked the character of Shane on The L Word, but now I think she might have been onto something...<br />
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K, gonna go sleep for 18 hours now.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-36082894144173828092013-06-12T20:57:00.000-07:002013-07-04T21:00:25.180-07:00And so it isDo you ever cry when you end things? Since, whenever I've been broken up with the breaker has never cried in front of me, I found myself taken aback when I began to cry yesterday. But then I was glad I cried - that's how sad I was to hurt another person, and that's how much I would miss her presence in my life.<br />
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I hope I've made the right decision. I think I must have. It's very hard to tell sometimes, isn't it, thesbians? When you care about someone, but something just doesn't feel right. It still doesn't feel good. The girl is so kind and genuine...I hope we find a way to be in each other's lives. I hope I'm not self-sabotaging. I hope that one day the idea of a relationship will be ok with me again.</div>
Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-25059249449153958752013-03-26T07:36:00.002-07:002013-03-26T07:36:52.259-07:00Whenever I want you all I have to do isJust when you think that you're going to have one moment in your day not thinking about them, you dream about them.<br />
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Dear unconscious - kindly fucking stop. Give me dreams about how happy I can be without them. Or at the very least give me dreams where I get to make out with Evan Rachel Wood.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-98744016084913902013-03-18T06:43:00.001-07:002013-03-18T07:20:23.356-07:00Sun it will rise soon enoughSince Thesbian Palace isn't the runaway hit that it once was (hah), I feel like I can perhaps be more honest in my entries. And yeah, this one has a more sombre tone than I would like, but it seems I very rarely think to write when I am happy.<br />
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Though there have been happy things to write about. My girlfriend A took me to Ottawa for my birthday! I have never been to Ottawa before, you see, so it was a very exciting trip for me. We even stayed in a nice hotel, procured by A so that we would have privacy away from her mom and to be close to the downtown. I also recently moved, so that was a big moment. Nerve-wracking, but big and ultimately good, I think. It was heart-warming to have so many people help C and I move into our place. A especially, she was super helpful the whole day, and...<br />
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Yeah, it's hard to think of happy things when things with A and I have just ended. It seems a bizarre change to me, to talk to someone everyday and then suddenly not at all. I will now give full congratulations to smokers who give up cold turkey. Well done, you! Keep it up. The thing to do I reckon is to think of your sad emotions like nicotine cravings. Once you push them to the back of your mind enough, you won't have them anymore. Right? Maybe. Probably.<br />
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In the moment that it happened I felt like I was going to put it all on me, like I usually do; w<i>hat intrinsic quality do I have that renders me unlovable?</i> And while these questions do roll around in my head from time to time, I realize that with this break-up, it's different - I mainly just miss her. I miss the excited anticipation that I would get when I knew I was going to see her, the calm I would feel when in her presence. I miss listening to her tell me about her day, even the parts I didn't understand, because she would just explain things a little easier so I would. I miss talking to her about silly pop culture things and I miss holding her hand. I miss goodnight texts and anytime hugs and about a million other things, but mostly...I just miss her. It's the kind of missing where you want to do things you really oughtn't, like text her or call her and make dramatic appeals of getting back together. But these aren't options. Because some things just aren't your call. So all you can do is keep going, and wait to start to heal.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-65717152789892284462012-07-29T18:57:00.000-07:002013-01-01T15:52:02.104-08:00We accept the love we think we deserveHallelujah, I think I just spelt that right! Also, it's me, the Thesbian Princess - not dead like all those internet rumours would have you believe.<br />
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Although indeed, sometimes it felt as though I might be "half alive but I [felt] mostly dead" (#jewelappreciation). Sometimes, the confidence and optimism that you've carried with you starts to kind of fade away. 'Cause sometimes, it's just like that...and that's the way it isss.</div>
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Thesbians, I've come to a conclusion. My friend C and I were chatting, the topic concerning being overly-nice. I realized that's the thing I mainly strive to be in life - really, really nice. Sometimes funny and a good hug-giver, too. She's basically the same way. </div>
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Unfortch thesbians and half-thesbians are generally, like, way WAY more complicated than that. I feel like I missed out on "Why you should play hard to get and never attempt a relationship with a thesbian because that would be too easy 101."<br />
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Here's my ad: Are you well-educated? Kinda cute? Not confused, hung up on an ex, and are willing to hold my hand sometimes?</div>
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Long story short: I feel like I should join the thesbian nunnery. Aka, I'm pretty sure...a nunnery. But as it is written in one of my favourite books, <i>The Perks of Being a Wallflower</i>: "We accept the love we think we deserve." Maybe I'll start with that.</div>
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***This is my :S blog post. I get one every 1.5 years. The next one will be about Pride and lady kisses and THESBIAN CAMPING. So. Stick around!</div>
Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-90377336602875993632011-08-14T21:47:00.000-07:002011-08-29T21:50:50.487-07:00And you can tell everybody this is your songMy friend C's birthday was a couple weeks ago and, while she herself is not a thesbian, she is a friend to thesbian royalty and used to be an avid reader of Thesbian Palace. I say used to be because - I'm sure you, dear reader, have realized long ago - I haven't updated this here blog in months.
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<br />What happened? Have I left the thesbian "lifestyle"? Married Freddie Prinze Jr and had 2.5 children, like my gr. 7 diary so predicted?
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Nay my friends, nay. I've been around. I've hung out with some thesbians and non-thesbians, and sometimes, with half-thesbians (fact: bisexuals prefer this title).
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<br />Much has happened. I've moved back home, I've started working. I've partied it up some, both in my hometown and the nearby "big city." Life is good.
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<br /></div>With summer in the air and sangria in my belly, it's time to blast some tunes. And here is a shocking admission:
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<br />Once, I nearly had my thesbian card taken away(!) due to the fact that I greatly dislike...yes, in fact practically hate...
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">What of it, thesbians? So I don't like your goddesses. I bet you all have differing opinions of mine, a Ms. Meryl J (I made that up) Streep. I find a whole lot of T&S songs depressing and oh, do their voices grate. I am perfectly content listening to 60s pop tunes instead.
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<br />Except for when I'm not. Thesbian Christmas parties just aren't the same when everyone's talking about the latest T&S concert they went to last night.
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<br />Everyone: "Omg did you <span style="font-style: italic;">see</span> what Tegan was wearing?" "How funny was Sara?" "And then when they changed up that part in that song? I was just like --"
<br />Me: "Hey this is a great chair, is it new?"
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<br />Whatever. I still know all the words to Broadway's greatest hits, AND I appreciate interior design...I might be a gay man.
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<br />JK y'alls. What I mean to say is, I have good taste in music too. I am a mix tape (or CD, what decade am I in) queen. Here are a couple mixes I made just for you.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Hook Up<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">
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<br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>-Some MGMT (I almost wrote MDMA lololol). I'll recommend "Electric Feel."
<br />-Some Florence and the Machine. Anything by her, really, even the depressingly lyric'd "Cosmic Love." No one cares what she's singing about with that drum beat and melifluous wail.
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<br />After that it's like, what kind of hook up is this? Do you like to keep it super romantic? Otis Redding "I've Been Loving You Too Long." Want something a little edgy? Peaches "Fuck the Pain Away."
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<br />What <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> to hook up to? Michael Buble's "I Just Haven't Met You Yet." Oh yes, it happened. It accidentally started playing mid...you know. It turns out Mr. Buble is quite the psychic.
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<br />-"Romeo and Juliet" by The Indigo Girls. Thesbian points what whaaat
<br />-"I Can't Make You Love Me" by Bonnie Raitt. Title = enough said.
<br />-"Sometime Around Midnight" by The Airborne Toxic Event
<br />-"White Blank Page" by Mumford and Sons
<br />-"It's Cool We Can Still Be Friends" by Bright Eyes
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<br />My break up list has more songs than my hook up list. Yep. Enjoy!
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">So while I wouldn't say ties are strictly thesbian when worn by a woman, they certainly seem to help in getting less male attention while at a bar or club.
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<br />This is a tale of geographics, and fashions, and perhaps drunken patrons who just wanna get some. This is a tale of Canadian Boys versus English Boys.
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<br />In Canada, like I said - if I were to patronize a typical straight club (ie any club that is not specifically deemed gay, queer, thesbionic etc etc), I seem to get so very little male attention when I wear my button down shirt, my nerdy glasses, and my tie. The most I've ever gotten I think was a "hey dude, nice tie!" Perhaps a high five to follow it up. But basically, whether it was my intention or not, guys haven't paid much attention to me unless I follow a more traditionally feminine dress code.
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<br />When I went out to a fun little bar for my friend's friend's birthday party last weekend, however, this was not the case. I was chatted up/danced on by not one but two boys. On my way home, two different boys kissed me when they stepped off of the subway.
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<br />Thus I have concluded that at home, boys mainly see girls in ties and think "thesbian," while guys here think "quirky straight girl with an off-beat fashion sense." That, or they're too drunk to care. I will keep wearing my tie to collect this scientific data.
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<br /></div>Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-38818639947772327002011-01-19T15:49:00.000-08:002011-02-07T14:16:10.420-08:00I've looked at clouds from both sides now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2008/01/thequeen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2008/01/thequeen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Oh hey there thesbians! It's been awhile hmm? It's been quite the last few months. Thesbian parties, thesbian lovin', thesbians thesbians everywhere. I am, in fact, a newly transported sapphic sister. I just flew the coup and I'm currently residing in the U.K. awooo! Well, partial awooo. The truth is I don't know if I'll love my job here, I've separated from a girl that I really care about and miss, and I'm living with friends who are a couple. Friends who do coupley things. Which is great and all, but it makes me envious and a bit sad. I want someone to canoodle with while waiting for the train. I want to have someone I pay for once in awhile, and not in the prostitute kind of way. So awooo to making a change and going through with plans that I'd promised myself long ago. But abooo to being a big thesbian baby and random bouts of blahness. Maybe the Queen could give me some advice, we're probably more similar than you think. We both like a drink and wearing sashes every once in awhile. And she has a palace too.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-66163666633462995192010-11-17T13:58:00.000-08:002010-11-17T14:01:16.538-08:00HahahahaMe: Kate Middleton is really pretty, don't you think Mom?<br /><br />Mom: She's off the market T.P., so don't even think about it.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-86517247232147615232010-10-03T15:05:00.000-07:002010-10-03T15:37:18.817-07:00I hear the secrets that you keepFive years ago today.<br /><br />"I have a secret. It appears it's a secret I can't even write about, really. I guess I figure that if I write it, it'll actually be true. And it can't be. I know this sounds like it doesn't make sense, or it wouldn't to the average person, but then again, the average person shouldn't be reading my diary.<br /><br />I don't know what to do, I really don't. I've had this secret for quite some time, I've just never truly acknowledged it. I don't know why I am now. I don't know if I'll ever write about it again. Geez, it sounds like I'm pregnant or something. Thank goodness, no. But still, I don't want this secret either."<br /><br />Then the Thesbian Princess said something in German (she was studying German at the time), bid her diary gute nacht, and did not, in fact, write about "it" for another five months.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/itgetsbetterproject">A very sad and confused 18-year-old Thesbian Princess would've been thankful. </a>Because a lot of the time...it is tremendously better.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-66526654293870324422010-08-28T19:48:00.000-07:002010-08-29T08:46:47.062-07:00Girls will be boys and boys will be girlsA few nights ago I was being driven home by a taxi driver, and for some reason, he wanted to talk about my love life.<br /><br />Oh yes.<br /><br />Had I just come from doing something with my boyfriend, he wondered? Hah, said I, just before I proceeded to tell him details of my life that cannot and should not be summarized in a ten minute drive home. With a perfect stranger. In the wee hours of the morning.<br /><br />I came out to him, and when I did he was like, "wait...girl...???" as if he didn't hear me right. Then when I said oh yes indeed, girls are amazing, I just can't find any blah blah blah, he was like, "well you shouldn't anyway, you should try with a man." Ohhhhh yes. He did.<br /><br />I then said I HAVE tried dating men, it didn't fit, and he says, "well, you should try again," so I said "have you ever tried being with a man, sir?" He claims "that's different," but I said I really don't think so. Then he said I have to think of God and how I'm going to have to answer to Him one day. So I, trying not to get worked up, say that I know in my heart that God loves me, God made me to be just who I am, go blow yourself, etc etc. Okay maybe not that last one. But it was one passion-infused lil statement.<br /><br />Probably why, when he finally dropped me off, he awkwardly/sympathetically suggested, "have you ever tried, uh, The Embassy? I think...maybe you should try there."Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-14043069491034247442010-08-10T13:38:00.000-07:002010-08-10T18:22:03.829-07:00I'm a sex machine ready to reload (and apparently that's totally cool)<a href="http://jezebel.com/5608660/why-queer-women-cant-be-sluts?skyline=true&s=i">Have they not seen <span style="font-style: italic;">The Real L Word</span></a>?<br /><br />This also brings me to the fact that one of my coworkers, who had recently gone out to see strippers for his birthday, informed me that "it's a good time, and you don't want to have a slutty girlfriend, so it's cool that you can go there and, you know..." To which I replied "what, watch other girls be slutty? What is a slutty girlfriend, anyway? Someone who's sexing you a lot? Because I don't see that as a problem. Someone who's sexing other people? Because then...I don't think she's your girlfriend. And also, it's a stripper's job to "be slutty," as you say. HER JOB. It's a service." Then I reeled it in and didn't ask how he is exempt from sluttiness in being a patron, etc etc.<br /><br />Also my grandma told me the other day to "remember, Thesbian Princess, men don't like bossy women - take note." Noted.<br /><br />Grams mustn't have noticed my slutty thesbian eyeing of a Miss Ellen Page when a clip from <span style="font-style: italic;">Inception</span> interrupted her evening news. Let's take a moment to be queer sluts once more. After all, there is apparently no shame...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frontrowreviews.co.uk/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Inception-Ellen-Page.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.frontrowreviews.co.uk/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Inception-Ellen-Page.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-4002621479095027702010-07-07T18:19:00.000-07:002011-09-16T20:42:09.435-07:00You better shop aroundSo I work as a cashier, and many a possible thesbian has gone through my lane. Today in particular, a fairly feminine blond woman wearing an adorably splashed-upon paint suit came through. Immediately I think - should I do something? I have terrible (I mean terrible - remember Dana Fairbanks [RIP]?) gaydar, so when I have even the slightest inkling (extra side note: inkling is taken from inclination, so why the k?!) that someone might be a thesbian, I get quite excited. I want to give them a special nod, and get one in return. I want RECOGNITION. So I look a bit deeper into a possible thesbian's eyes, as if to say "I'm one too!" when in fact I'm probably just creeping them out. I noticed that she smiled for an extra millisecond and looked at my name tag...I guess until I start wearing my "I'm a lesbian, ask me how!" button to work, I'll be content with that.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/2347838399_dabb1d180d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/2347838399_dabb1d180d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.shopify.com/s/files/1/0001/1335/products/lesbian_medium.jpg"><br /></a>Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-56939978966706426912010-06-01T18:40:00.000-07:002010-06-01T20:30:22.632-07:00Baby bye bye biOh yes, I'm going there. Bisexuality. The myth. The legend. The <span style="font-weight: bold;">actual sexual orientation</span> that is, to some, as believable as unicorns. I could be one of those people. On my path to thesbianism, I claimed bisexuality for just about two years. Then one day I realized that boys are gross and that I am very much a thesbian, a way of life that all women should embrace. Kidding! Only some boys are gross. Most are just mildly uncouth.<br /><br />What I actually realized was that I had been fooling myself all along - I was always a thesbian, I had just been telling myself that I was bi to keep a straight safety net for my future. So for all y'all out there who believe that bisexuality is just a stop on the way to Gaytown, well sure, it is for some. But just because it was for me doesn't mean it is for everyone - can you not say that you enjoy both cake and ice cream? Both can be deliciously sweet and chocolatey, so why should you claim to only like one, when both have good qualities? Very similar qualities, in fact, except perhaps that one might get a bit more, ahem, liquified, if left for too long. But do you get what I'm saying? Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Hey, maybe you're simply a cake person. But just because you only like cake doesn't mean you couldn't possibly comprehend how someone might deign to say she likes ice cream too, amirite? Now I really want cake and ice cream. Dammit.<br /><br />Back to my point - just because you've never felt quite the same way doesn't mean something fails to exist. "I've only ever felt like a woman before, therefore men don't exist." Sure, try that one out. Forget the "they're greedy" crap, the "they're indecisive" baloney. Feel like a whole lot of your bi lady friends end up in serious relationships with men? Perhaps because, considering they're BI, they <span style="font-style: italic;">could end up with either</span>! Also let's consider the fact that there are approximately a gazillion straight men, and about 3 thesbians.<br /><br />I think about this from time to time, because there seems to be a pretty strong undercurrent of biphobia within the LGT community. What? What's that? I missed something? There's supposed to be a B in there somewhere? But what does it stand for OH RITE BISEXUALITY.<br /><br />I am making a post about it because a week or so ago I was in a very lovely thesbian bar. When striking up a conversation with my friends (an awesome thesbian couple) and the Hottie Von Hottenheimer employee serving us, Hottie was introduced to me, and before she even asked me my name she inquired, "are you bi?" Was this because I was dressed so femmey my eyes were shooting pink lasers? Was it because she has ready-to-go biphobia? Or was it because she actually has a thing for bi ladies? I very quickly found out it was not the latter, because as soon as I said "no, I'm a thesbian," she replied "good," and our convo moved to drinks. Perhaps she was just trying to be funny - she did seem to have quite a tongue-in-cheek sense of humour throughout the rest of the evening. It just kinda rubbed me the wrong way, though - what if I was bi? How would she have reacted? I'm pretty sure thesbians are judged by society enough to realize that this biphobia should be a thing of the past, stat. I got the feeling that, in informing her of my thesbianism, I was proving something - but what?<br /><br />Look, ladies, if you're worried that she's going to leave you for a boy, why is that any different than if she leaves you for a girl? And if she's leaving you, maybe it's because you're insecure or biphobic. Or because you're a boy, in which case you're probably gross or mildly uncouth, and she's going to become a thesbian in a year or two so you may as well just give up now.<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo-KmOd3i7s">Bye bye bye</a>!Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-13618651375701196112010-05-29T15:00:00.000-07:002010-05-29T15:18:44.148-07:00If I fellI just watched the preview to <span style="font-style: italic;">Beyond Gay: The Politics of Pride</span>, which I sadly missed at a recent LGBT film festival. Mid-trailer, a couple of statistics came up on the screen:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Homosexuality remains illegal in roughly seventy countries.<br /><br />In seven it is punishable by death.</span><br /><br />I couldn't believe it. I often dismiss how lucky I am to live in Canada. Sure, there are risks in coming out as gay still, but we definitely do not risk punishment by our legal system. To think that by the simple, innocent act of falling in love, you're putting your life in danger? Today?<br /><br />I wanted to know a bit more about rights, so of course, in Googling LGBT legal rights I was lead directly to Wikipedia. According to their entry, "in modern times seven countries have no official heterosexist discrimination. They are Belgium, Canada, Netherlands, Norway, Sweden, South Africa, and Spain. This full non-discrimination includes the rights of marriage and adoption."<br /><br />Seven countries. SEVEN countries. That is ridiculous. My marriage isn't valid in any other country? And my life would be at stake in seven countries if I even <span style="font-style: italic;">tried</span> to get married??<br /><br />I wish I could help, I wish I could do more to change minds and change laws...I am very blessed to live where I do.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-31464729547936410382010-05-12T21:10:00.000-07:002010-05-12T21:32:47.674-07:00Who's fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tackSo I don't know if you knew this, but <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOWoAEnGPxw">Sabrina Jalees</a> is pretty much my ideal. I've got a big old theeeesbian crush (<span style="font-style: italic;">Mean Girls</span>?...anyone?), because she is just so witty! Ughughugh, cute hip look + funny lady = perfection, amirite?! I was watching a new<span style="font-style: italic;"> Video on Trial</span> featuring Sabrina with my my friend A tonight, and in the middle of Sabrina sitting there, crackin' some jokes and looking hot, I said to A, "that's <span style="font-style: italic;">it</span>! She is <span style="font-style: italic;">it</span>. Sabrina Jalees, or the closest one can be to her, because she is just...my type. I have a type!!"<br /><br />A: (calmly sitting there, analyzing the situation) She is definitely your type, and I can see you two marrying in the future.<br />Me: No need to create my own false hopes then when you can do it for me. Thanks friend! Also she has a girlfriend.<br />A: Minor detail.<br /><br />Also, the librarian I am currently working under loaned me a book from the teacher exchange programme, the book being Ellen Degeneres's second (?), entitled <span style="font-style: italic;">The Funny Thing Is...</span>When I showed the book to my mother, telling her I got special permission to borrow it before the teachers do their swap, my mom immediately shouted, "ohmigosh KEEP IT!" Hah.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-87833604064225054402010-04-26T20:20:00.000-07:002010-07-15T21:58:22.864-07:00A grown-up woman should never fall so easilyI was just listening to a mix CD while driving and three things came to mind.<br /><br />1. I must have been super dee duper entranced by Amanda Seyfried's hot bod while watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Mamma Mia</span>, because somehow "Lay All Your Love On Me" made it onto the CD. It's an okay song to be sure, but somehow, unless listening to it while watching <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cisy66f4ONo">this</a>, it's just not mix CD-worthy. Speaking of Amanda Seyfried's hot bod, have you seen her <a href="http://www.afterellen.com/blog/stuntdouble/morning-brew-friday-april-2">new ink</a>? Scroll down on that afterellen link, it shows that she has the word "minge," a slang term for vagina in England, tattooed on her foot. Hell to the yeah.<br /><br />2. I will never. get. tired. of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3aTwlwAnXc">this song</a>. Neverevernever. The person who's singing it seems to be a bit of a douche - who the hell are you to tell someone that sooner or later they're going to give you all the love they've "been denying"? But I don't even caaaaare, woo hoo it's so damn catchy.<br /><br />3. Remember the days when you stayed in the car extra long, just to hear the end of a song you loved? And if you were <span style="font-style: italic;">extra</span> on the ball, you would have a blank casette tape ready, to record that rockin jam, because you were too broke to buy the casette for realsies. I miss those days.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-23918937455237025092010-04-18T17:28:00.000-07:002010-04-18T17:41:50.216-07:00Diary of a Future Thesbian, Part 2From the BFF diary I shared with my next door neighbour, A:<br /><br />Sunday, August 2, '98<br /><br />"I have the biggest crush on B nextdoor. He is really sweet, funny, and cute. I also like A's brother M a lot. M, if you're reading this, nothing I just wrote is true! (it really is, though)"<br /><br />Way to protect those super-secret crushes there, Thesb Princess.<br /><br />Another gem, from the year prior:<br /><br />Sunday, May 25, '97<br /><br />"Hi! [Thesb Princess] here! It is my brother's birthday tomorrow. He is turning 14. I am 10. I don't ever want to be 14, although I wonder what it would be like. I didn't want to be 8, 9, and 10, too. Oh well! I am probably not going on the end of the year trip, and I can't think of a terrific thing to do. Should I:<br /><br />Go shopping<br />Go swimming<br />Have a sleepover<br />All of the above<br />None of the above"<br /><br />Wow. Apparently it's all downhill after 7, but why not have some SUPER AWESOME SLEEPOVERS on the way?Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-27634534471034988432010-04-07T21:15:00.000-07:002010-04-08T19:23:37.928-07:00I try to be like Grace Kelly, but all her looks were too sadI want to make a thesbian production - that's right, I will write a lil something, and it could be filmed for funsies this summer.<br /><br />I also want to create a thesbian baseball league...maybe I could work with the two and make a film about thesbians playing baseball. Oh no wait, I think that was called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t48brs4QRjY"><span style="font-style: italic;">A League of Their Own</span></a>.<br /><br />Either way - thesbians uniting! Literally bringing the words <span style="font-style: italic;">thespian</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">lesbian</span> together. It should happen. Woo woo excitement.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-41966468595364167242010-04-07T20:30:00.000-07:002010-04-11T18:47:20.365-07:00And I kneeeew...I just watched a short HBO documentary called "When I Knew," featuring many gay and thesbian adults speaking about the moment or age where they realized they were homos beyond the sapien variety. Which got me thinking about when I knew, aka verrrrry late in life, if I'm going by what the people in the film said. And even when I knew, I kept telling myself that it wasn't true, so what could have been my monumental moment of clarity is mighty muddled (alliteration!). But it got me thinking - even though I figured everything out when I was about 20, there must have been signs beforehand. There must be signs where I <span style="font-style: italic;">should </span>have known, hence the list entitled:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When I Should Have Known<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1. When I was 11 and had an insane "admiration" for Drew Barrymore.<br />2. When I was 12 and had a similar "admiration" for one of my female teachers...yeah, these admirations happened a lot.<br />3. When I pictured myself getting married, I felt an uncomfortable fear. Except for the dress part, I felt only giddy excitement about that, obvs.<br />4. When I realized I preferred watching The L Word to hanging out with my boyfriend...seriously double you tee eff was I thinking??<br /></div></div>Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-80797144919911737792010-04-04T22:28:00.000-07:002010-04-05T12:00:59.586-07:00I wish I was a lesbian and not a hetero: Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SWJg6uAO4j-fhuKQAxGgx2wtp9cMKQJfpUcXiLA9yUYheCQEWz1O8GNiqYhambfFk5ayjGNHtnnCIUAEHI4fz2UtwcLE5yuFyIAKiKWYfXOcJ-ja3jQHUhG4OloJOSReo3ZJ-u6C-1NI/s1600/postsecret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SWJg6uAO4j-fhuKQAxGgx2wtp9cMKQJfpUcXiLA9yUYheCQEWz1O8GNiqYhambfFk5ayjGNHtnnCIUAEHI4fz2UtwcLE5yuFyIAKiKWYfXOcJ-ja3jQHUhG4OloJOSReo3ZJ-u6C-1NI/s320/postsecret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456725627559266482" border="0" /></a><br />M recently sent me the above picture she found on the ever-so-popular website for PostSecret, and it spurred on our Thesbian Indignation. Why is being thought a thesbian/some form of the LGBTQ community somehow <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> the worst possible insult? How pathetic is it that it is still up there with being considered stupid? It's not just this random secret-sharer, either; I have heard from people in teacher's college and my own friends how annoying it is when people think they are thesbians. To which I ask: have you ever told someone you were, in fact, a thesbian, when they assumed you were straight? Do you ever fear reactions when you come out as straight? And why does it bother you so much, being thought a thesbian, unless of course it directly infringes upon you meeting men of your persuasion?<br /><br />Does it have to do with stereotypes? Because even I have caught myself buying into the thesbian stereotype crap. Heading out the door today, I very nearly didn't wear my pageboy hat because, while also wearing my aviators, I was worried I looked "too much like a thesbian." To which I immediately shook my head and said "<span style="font-style: italic;">seriously</span>, self - who cares??" I <span style="font-style: italic;">am</span> a thesbian, and stereotypes or not, one should not care how they look, or what kind of activities might make them seem a certain way, because guess what? Thesbians and non-thesbians all. have. things. in common. Ca-raaazy.<br /><br />What I am asking for is not the assumption that I am gay, and not assumptions that straight people are straight. Let's not assume either way, and wonder at the ever-so-slightly fewer awkward/annoyed moments there are in our lives.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-50112080172388433202010-03-24T20:17:00.000-07:002010-03-24T20:58:01.510-07:00Never been a sinner, I never sinned. I got a friend in JesusI've been thinking about religion a bit again. It seems to keep coming up, especially in discussions concerning school board applications. If I teach, many people try to assure me that teaching for a Catholic board wouldn't have to be "that bad." And it wouldn't be - if you're alright with living in the closet for the rest of your life. Hmm, let me think about that...<br /><br />It's a shame that living in any way - yes, this means you, non-married-but-co-habitating-breeders - that does not adhere to Catholic doctrine could see you reprimanded, or possibly fired. I agree with the basic "love your fellow (wo)man" principles of Catholicism, and I'm fairly well-versed in things of a biblical nature, so teaching at a Catholic school - if <span style="font-style: italic;">teaching</span> is all we're focusing on, as it should be - wouldn't be hard at all. Too bad their views on sexual diversity are so limiting. Growing up I somehow always thought I'd be teaching at my old elementary school...<br /><br />I know what you're thinking, dear reader (holla at my one reader!) - where oh where is there a thesbian aspect to this heavy-toned post? Riiiiight...here:<br /><br />The drama kids at my high school basically had two options - sing and be in the musicals, or wait until some religious mini-production came around and be in that. Seeing as how I can barely sing "Happy Birthday," I opted for the religious plays. The two that I remember were called "Three Trees" and "Stations of the Cross" (but who's heard of that rite?!). The first was about how Jesus had a life-long connection with trees (you're shocked, I know), the second was just a looooong dramatization of the Stations of the cross. In both cases I was the Virgin Mary. Typecast!! But she was the leading lady so what did I care, ya know? In one or both of the cases, I can't remember now, the young man playing Jesus turned out to be A Gay, too. "Jesus" and "Mary" were gay. And are now made to feel unwelcome within the church in which they grew up. There I go making it heavy again. Woopsy daisy! Alright just watch <a href="http://www.e4.com/video/eZk2LXblbtDUIPbnBjtpu7/play.e4">this</a>, it'll set your heart a-flutter and make you believe in love and unicorns and stuff again.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388173703792427018.post-73120704870578646242010-03-12T17:58:00.000-08:002010-03-12T18:04:41.949-08:00And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sadActually, I just kind of find it - the two <span style="font-style: italic;">L Word</span> characters I seem to be most similar to are the two who were killed off! Dum dum DUM.Thesbian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977708754843649402noreply@blogger.com0