Veronica

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Veronica last won the day on September 18

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About Veronica

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    Big Tease
  • Birthday 04/30/1984

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  • Music
    I like everything minus country. Mostly oldies
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    NYC
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    My 2 boys, Ice hockey, writing, reading
  • Favourite Book
    The Secret
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    The Office

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  1. I did, but it’s probably not 100% the best example.
  2. Just watch 50 shades of grey to clear your confusion
  3. Look at Rose here. Mmmm mmmm mmm. She’s a real power lesbian. She can dominate me any day
  4. It doesn’t pertain to her. It was just a broad question wondering if other women have done it in a platonic way because she made it seem like most do.
  5. I’ve seen linking arms plenty of times, I think many platonic friendships do that. My sister is gay and agreed with my friend. It’s all interesting and subjective I suppose. I’ve been that way with boys I liked when we weren’t quite official yet, but I don’t know how it is with women since I’m all new to this. I have no desire to with any of my friends except the friend who said this, who I have strong feelings for. Her and I are affectionate, so now I’m not quite sure how she feels if she says this is a normal thing.
  6. I was having a conversation with my close friend/crush about intimacy. She told me growing up she always used to cuddle and hold hands with women, but it wasn’t sexual. I just never felt the desire to do this with women growing up. Is this really that common among female friendships, or is there some level of bisexuality to a friendship where you’re that affectionate with one another? At least for me, I only ever want to do that with someone I have feelings for.
  7. Yup. I agree with everything you said. My husband teaches in the city, and he said he’s glad everyone is off today because he can’t handle hearing the kids laughing and talking during the moments of silence. I told him he has to remember they were all babies when it happened. They can’t relate to it, so it’s just like any other moment of silence to them.
  8. I’m going to deviate a bit in this post, as I want to further my healing with this tragic event. Hope you don’t mind. Growing up, seeing the twin towers was the first thing I saw in the skyline as we approached the city. Seeing the sunrise hitting them really made them gleam. When you stood beneath them and looked up, it looked like they went on for infinity into the clouds. September 11, 2001, is fuzzy in my mind up until about 9am. My earliest memory that day was thinking how beautiful the morning was; more so than most— low humidity, low 60s, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. For AP Art, we were allowed to go outside and draw landscapes. When I went back in and the period finished, I saw students hysterically crying all in the hallways and frantically trying to dial their cell phones. At social studies, I turned around and asked my friend what’s going on. The teacher was just sitting there and everyone was oddly quiet. “Didn’t you hear? Planes crushed into the World Trade Center.” ”yeah, right” I told her, as I turned around. I thought she was joking. Class eventually started as if everything went back to normal, for 30 minutes. Next period at lunch, my friend told me it really did happen. It felt like my heart went into my throat. I went frantic and went to the library to see it on tv. The library was closed to us but all the teachers were allowed in to watch. I could see the tv through the doors and opened my mouth stunned. A teacher scolded me for trying to look at the tv, and I told them I have a right to see what’s going on, and what if I had a parent who worked there? (Which my dad actually had stopped working there a few years prior). We were the only school in the area that didn’t get sent home early. So many students had family in the towers, but none of our phones were working. Once I got home, all I heard were fighter planes flying right over our house. It was shaking the house so much you could hear the china in our cabinet rattling. I went outside, and there were so many of them. I suppose I had just been stunned up until that point, but at that moment I finally started crying. It was probably the scariest moment of my life. The what-ifs and feeling like you’re in the thick of a war over what you’re seeing. The next morning, the smoke made its way in our direction. It’s something I hope nobody ever has to experience. It was green and murky and smelled terrible— like burned metal and flesh. It gave me a really bad headache. That whole day at school we were talking about where our loved ones are, who we know survived, passed away. Those few days after feel like such a fog; like I was in another world. Our cell phones weren’t working, and the entire radio was all static. Most local stations’ antennas were on the WTC. The signs for missing person were plastered all over the place. That was perhaps the saddest thing I experienced. There were so many, everywhere. I cried every time I saw one. And it was especially saddening seeing some of them still up after a few months. 3 months later, my mom and I went downtown to the overlook to see ground zero. It was specifically built for the public to see the damage. It was massive; so much bigger than I imagined. The amount of sadness you felt walking around there is something you can’t put into words. For the next couple of years, you could still see ash in the corner of the buildings. I’ll never forget that. In 2007 when I moved a few minutes from downtown Manhattan after graduating college, there would always be constant reminders of 9-11. Posters about treating PTSD, what to do if you get 9-11 related cancer, and being on the subway and passing demolished stations that have been untouched and have all the debris still inside. Not to mention the gaping hole in the skyline. Now that we’ve rebuilt, many of us are glad something is filling the hole in the skyline now, but it still doesn’t feel the same. It feels like something was robbed with us and we aren’t quite the same; empty. Generations now won’t understand the impact that day had, but we can teach them. It will always stay in the back of our minds. Last month I took my 4 year old son up to the top of the Empire State Building. The last time I was there was one week before 9-11 when I took my friends from Arkansas around the city (my mom actually predicted 9-11 and told us to stay away from the towers). I had to first ever panic attack because I didn’t want to be that high up. Sometimes it’s hard to forget the impact something has on you. RIP to all those lives lost. here I am in 1996 in front of the towers- https://ibb.co/gmNEs9
  9. It makes sense that someone who’s bisexual or bi-curious can be attracted to a woman, because women can have such a deep and meaningful connection with one another.
  10. I never been with a woman, but I’d prefer to be submissive. I’m the same way with men.
  11. I also want to mention I highly recommend you read the book “dear John: I love Jane” you’ll find a lot of comfort in those stories since it’s very relatable for us.
  12. OMG this is me to a T. Except my husband would NOT be open to me experimenting. That area is very black and white for him. same exact situation as you— for almost a year now I’ve had a huge crush on my close friend. Only up until a couple months ago, after watching L word, I realized my attraction to Jennifer beals. Seeing her makes my heart flutter, but I don’t think of her sexually. I’ve also said that I wish I liked someone else so I could experiment with a woman, I really try like you, but it doesn’t work. I think many others on here have said it began with a crush on one woman, but eventually it branches out to others. I don’t know, it hasn’t really happened to me yet. I’ve even tested it out by looking at lesbian porn, but it did nothing for me.