You Need Help: How Do I Make Out With My Friend?
“I want to make out with my bestie. I love her dearly, but I don’t think I’m in love with her—I don’t want to be in a whole relationship thing with her or anything.”
“I want to make out with my bestie. I love her dearly, but I don’t think I’m in love with her—I don’t want to be in a whole relationship thing with her or anything.”
“How exactly do I make new friends, especially queer ones? This is the first time I’ve been not-in-school for a long time.”
I think she’s being the most supportive—and she’s exactly what you want in a best friend, because she’s in your corner and she’s supporting you as a whole person. She’s giving you some solid advice here—this is a bad idea. It is. Darling, this is a terrible idea.
“Gays exposed to the word ‘girlfriend’ to describe an innocent friendship often experience paranoia, heart palpitations, dizziness, an inadvertent rolling back of the eyes, and mental exhaustion related to figuring out what this person’s deal is.”
“Even when we would get really drunk and make out to Ke$ha in front of hundreds of people in our own house, it was never a romantic thing.”
“We both shipped Castle and Beckett. That was a strange time in my life, god. Beckett, what a babe.”
“Yup, we were just lesbians in a library. You know, just hanging out.”
“I’m really good at just torching a bridge and not looking back. And you are the only fucking person who has forced me to build the bridge back.”
“We were like, no, that’s just what people think! Like, very few boys are attractive, and lots of girls are. That’s just how the world is. ‘Isn’t that sad, that there are so few attractive men, and the ones who are just happen to be famous.'”
I wanna know all about your gal pals! How you met! What you do for fun! Your embarrassing stories! Tell me all about it!
Our QTPOC besties are vital to our existence so we wanted to create a list filled with our stories to celebrate just how magical they are.
You were my queer spirit guide. You gave me a bunch of queer YA books over the first year of our best friendship. You said, “You didn’t have a queer adolescence, this is happening.”
“I’m not sure if there was anything specific that made me feel like I needed other women. Maybe it was moving to LA with no prospects. Maybe it was breaking up with one terrible person for another terrible person. Maybe those two forms of loneliness converged into motivation. Maybe I was just tired. I can tell you this though: Befriending other queer women will save your life.”
“If we were straight girls, I feel like we’d be THOSE annoying straight girls, like ‘look at me and my girlfriend!'”
As a follow-up to the time I used “gal pals” sarcastically and taught you all about the queer suffragists, and in honor of Gal Pal Week, this week’s Rebel Girls lesson is going to be about good, old-fashioned friendship.
Rachel: “The writing & philosophy class I was required to take freshman year mostly sucked. But there was this one girl, Lizz, who seemed cool. She wore comic book tshirts and had beautiful shiny hair. One day after class, I announced to a friend, ‘Lizz is not straight. I can just tell.'”
Lizz: “There was something about Rachel that I just couldn’t shake. She spent a lot of time quoting feminist theorists who I’d never heard of and she had what I would later come to call ‘Congenital Gay Face.'”
“That’s when we slept in a bed together and when I woke up I said I missed you while I was sleeping.”
“There was a deep sharing of emotion and feelings and we planned the future and organized and then shared opinions about finger-fucking and chlorine you know, very loudly, next to some children. “
Where do you draw the line when it comes to unfollowing someone on Twitter or Facebook?
“Go to your pantry and determine which shelf or space in the pantry is the dullest or darkest, ideally both. Remove everything from that space one item at a time. Put the cake mix in the farthest place back in that space.”