Lesbian Intercourse & The Town: We Went Back At My First Ever Sober Date

Lesbian Intercourse & The Town: We Went Back At My First Ever Sober Date

Spoiler Alert: We cried.

Carrie Lezshaw right here. I’ve missed you babes. As a lez sex + columnist that is dating general v sexual creature, we continue plenty of times. Tinder, Bumble, Lesbian Herstory Personal Ads, OkCupid, Zoe, you label it. Don’t judge me personally.

We have experienced lot of bend balls tossed at me personally at the time of belated on my dating-in-queer-Brooklyn journeys. I’ve had my vagina broken, I’ve had queer vs lesbian debates that I didn’t want to have (if We carry on another date where in fact the woman desires to discuss gender theory I’m planning to smash a mason container cocktail over my head), I’ve had probably the most mind-blowing sexual climaxes of my entire life, I’ve came across completely emotionally unavailable leather-based coat brooding girls, and I’ve came across phase five clingers. Continue reading “Lesbian Intercourse & The Town: We Went Back At My First Ever Sober Date”