2005
Emsy: A Life
Well….me…I’m not really that exciting. Sorry. I could pretend I was, but I’m not. But I’ll tell you about me anyways…
Ok, I’m 23, I live in the UK and I’ve been with my partner for just over two years now. He’s called Jack. And he’s a he.
*here is your space to read that, take it in and then wonder what the hell I’m doing here*
Jack was a lady, not so long ago. When I started going out with him, he was a she. Now he’s a he. I’m still with him, I’m still a lesbian. Any furthur questions? No? Fabulous*
I realised I swung in a womanly direction when I was 21. However, I first had an attraction to a woman at the age of 11 (slow? I think so). I didn’t want to go out with a man, and girls were just so goddam cool. They fascinated me. I was obsessed. They made me happy and excited and nervous all at once. I think I just needed someone to come along and give me a good walloping with the Lesbian Stick, to be honest.
Then, I became 16.
I also became a Christian.
Now, I’ll be discussing this in more detail in my next post (fantastic topics for this month, by the way!) but during my Christian times, things didn’t feel right. I wasn’t happy. It wasn’t until I allowed my thoughts to become things I hadn’t allowed them to that I realised what was missing…another woman.
I allowed myself to think I might possibly be a lesbian.
Life opened up to me.
All those women I thought were unavailable, I was suddenly allowed to lust after! I could be real, I could be me, I could love who I wanted to love! Joyous! Rapture! Unfortunatly, living in the middle of rural England as I did at the time, it was many a mile to the nearest lesbian…with a LPSM (lesbian per square mile) rating of virtually zero, how was I supposed to find anyone?
Enter the internet. Yes, I met my partner online. But, two years later we’re living together, happily planning our future. We’ve made it through some crappy times and we’ve made it through weeks of living off 8p packets of noodles every day, but we’re getting through it.
That was the (very) breif history of the Emsy. They’ll be a test later.
*Please feel free to direct furthur questions my way, as long as they dont’ start with ‘You’re not a lezza’. This is because I am one. So ner.
