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  1. My lesbian girlfriend is an excellent partner in terms of me knowing where I stand. I'm bi. She's my first serious and long term (one-year) girlfriend. I know that when I was online dating with women it was really difficult knowing what was going on - was there attraction or not. I feel so comfortable with her. I have told her that ours is the best pairing I've had, but, yes, I do wonder whether I should be with her as I'm 33 and want children. But, our story is complicated. So, it's not a M/F issue, it's that she has anxieties that she hasn't addressed with a medical professional, and she's home sick to boot.
  2. Wow, blueberry! Well done for collaring her, as you say, to prevent future emotional damage. I am very impressed, and I should totally have done the same when I was put in your situation. Unfortunately, I did fall for the woman, with reservations, and for a year she was the centre of my world. "Then, I asked myself, "if a person genuinely likes somebody, does she/he usually flirt HARD? No. Because she or he’ll be too nervous and too self-conscious to do so. This is all about HER. She’s a big flirt.". I agree with you in this case of me and my colleague. She was exerting her sexual power, because it made her feel good. The fact that she did it to a friend and colleague... I don't think she realised what harm she was causing.
  3. TyphoonFighter, I know... there was a dedicated section for meet ups but I feel as though that may have been removed from the site. Softfruit, I have a question about physical LGBT meets, such as 'bi-phoria'... I think I already know the answer, but is it accepted to go to said meets if you are in a relationship? Like, it's not the case that people assume that you would only join such a group if you were single? Just checking Tellok, I'm from near Blackpool but now live in Preston. I luuuuurve going out in Blackpool to the gay bars. I find that folk are much more open to enjoying craic with strangers than they are down Canal Street (my personal opinion only). Moving from Surrey is a big move - go you Personally, when I was at a loose end when living near Blackpool I joined a mountain biking group based in Lancaster. Besides that I'd just recommend checking out 'meetup' to see what's going on, Message me if you think I can help further re: getting settled into the new area PS, lots of Wirral and Liverpool folk on here
  4. exhibitionism I've been with my gf for a year and only this wknd just gone did she fully derobe for the first time. However, I was not allowed to look at her. The bed covers had to stay up to her neck. I miss being with someone who can be naked and free, like I am.
  5. What a good idea! Although, my girlfriend is Australian and we are currently experiencing freezing temperatures here in the UK, so I might wait until the spring, at least
  6. Yes. I met a lovely girl on here, but I wasn't ready for commitment with anyone, and we parted ways. Aww, I'd love to meet her again. She is, thankfully, very happy and with a long-term partner now.
  7. See, I think I'm homoromantic because I love cuddles and kisses and closeness with a female, but I'm not too bothered about sex with either, but at the moment I think I'm more interested in hetero sex. I've had two or three threesomes but they've just been for fun. I honestly think that my preference is to have all of the foreplay with a woman but then have sex with a man. Hmmm However, my gf is very self-conscious of her body and hides it away, so maybe that's what leads me to think I'm not interested in homo sex, because we don't get to do it like I'd like to.
  8. I totes fancy the older (than me) lady. In work I fancy a 49 yo and a 54 yo. I also fancy my best mate's landlady, who is 40. I'm 33 and my gf is 27.
  9. I'm about 9 months in to my first proper relationship with a girl. We met online, and live 50 mins' drive / 25 mins' train ride apart. She is so committed, loving, caring, accepting and encouraging. My heart is with her, as I tell her often. However, my head questions how long we can stay together and how sensible our pairing is. See, she suffers with anxiety and I have had limited experience of this in a relationship context. Two of my best mates suffer from it, but that's a whole different kettle of fish to your significant other suffering from it. She never takes it out on me, but life is always difficult for her. It's always a struggle, and she always *needs* me. She is the icing on my cake, but I am her sponge, cream and icing, and that's a tall order to fulfil. I'm not actually looking for advice, here. I'm just reflecting that my time with her is really sweet: lovely kisses, and I love waking up next to her, but I have fallen into a role of mothering her. In part, that does suit me, because with boyfriends I've always resisted them mothering me as I'm quite independent. But, on the other hand, I have already been held back by her, while that has never happened with a boyfriend. I was considering spending a year in another city, for university, and she couldn't handle it. I watched a clip on Oprah about a woman who had a gf aged 19 but it didn't work out because the gf relied on her for her mental stability, and so the lady swore off same sex relationships until she realised that she didn't have the requisite feelings for her husband and father of her children, so she is now with a new lady who does make her happy. She has a tough time at work but she struggles to take any positive action e.g. look for another job / call a meeting with her manager about her concerns. She also has phobias about health professionals, which lands her in tricky situations when she doesn't get minor ailments seen to. The bottom line, I think, is that I'm concerned about how my life might be negatively impacted through remaining with her, I need someone strong and supportive to bring children up with. I need someone who can look after themselves. She has been without a lightbulb in her bedroom for as long as I can remember. I don't mean to sound mean. She is the most genuine and loving person I know. But my mum suffers from anxiety and my poor dad has a lot to deal with as a result. I'm also scared that I might become anxious myself, over time. I went on holiday with my BFF recently and I started saying "I'm scared" about going to speak to people to ask for help / directions etc. That is very worrying, as I'm relatively self-sufficient, and am much more gutsy than many females I know. I went backpacking on my own when I was 18, and I've been on two snowboarding holidays with people I'd never before met. So, in conclusion, I love her dearly and would love to remain in her life, but I have to look at the affect / impact she is having on me. The feelings are there, but we are quite like chalk and cheese: I'm very active and she literally doesn't know how to jump. Like, jump on the spot. And she walks very very slowly. I always compare it to a boy who has his first gf. He looks past all of the glaringly obvious mismatches in personality because he just really wants a gf and he's been missing out for all of his life. I have to say, this experience has taught me that my absolute ideal is to have a boyfriend / husband + a really lovely close female friend whom I can kiss and cuddle but who has their own boyfriend / husband. Thanks for reading! PS, She's just this minute texted to say that she's anxious about tomorrow (back to work tomorrow). I told her not to worry her life away. PPS. I also feel as though I could have fallen into the trap of being ruled by anxiety before now, but that I do lots every day to ensure that I avoid it, e.g. positive thinking, lots of exercise, lots of social interactions, and I feel as though I am vulnerable to suffering from anxiety myself, as I have done in the past. And, I'll be no good to her if I start feeling the same way. Nope, you need to put yourself first in life, because if you won't then who will. And I need (and want) someone who finds fun and daftness in life, not worry and panic. My mum has anxiety and depression, and growing up this unsettled me. I was so protective over my mum. Things are currently OK with my gf but I can see her becoming more dependent, and me becoming more like I used to be, feeling worried for my mum. Thanks, y'all! I know what I need to be happy, now
  10. cre8yourf8, kewl!! Is a review a strip show?
  11. Just returning the peek. Thanks for reading and commenting on my blog too : )

  12. An amazing read, and all the more interesting because you recently responded to my request for advice about leaving my bf because of my feelings for girls. What a lovely story about you and Tbare :)
  13. I really fancied my outwardly straight work colleague, Daria, who liked to act flirty and suggestive in work but appeared to be less eager to make contact outside of work. I'd been on one date with her, and we'd held hands, but after that she'd made sure to fill every weekend, so we didn't get chance for a second date. Anyway, one night I went out for a drink or two with my gay male friend, Chris, who was working the next morning and so it was only going to be a quiet one. Nonetheless, I fancied dolling myself up, so I donned my flowery bodycon dress and we went out for a meal, with wine, which turned in to us hitting the gay bars. I was having a fab old time with him, but I was harping on about Daria, no end. I asked him to take some photos of me which I swiftly uploaded to Facebook, and Daria commented all over them, saying that I looked very glamorous. So, the night continued. Chris met a guy he fancied, but this guy was already taken. The four of us danced on the stage and a girl started chatting to me. I was super pleased. But I didn't know whether she was just being friendly. I danced with her and her friends briefly when, out of nowhere, came this *hot* girl, and she was fixated on me. She made a beeline for me, and told me that she'd noticed me during the evening. She asked if she could buy me a drink. This girl was fine, with curly dark hair and wearing a cute playsuit. We went to the bar but I insisted that I would buy the drinks. I was so drunk. She told me her name but I forgot it (until I came across her profile on a gay dating site, some weeks later!). We headed back to the dancefloor, and was she giving me the horny eye! I told her she's pretty, she returned the compliment, and then we were snogging. Woweeee! Previous to this I'd snogged one of my girl pals, had a threesome (just snogging and naked fondling) with another and had a girlfriend with whom I didn't actually perform oral sex. I hadn't had proper sex with a girl but, boy was I feeling very in tune with girls at that point in time. I glanced over at my friend Chris who was super loving the fact that I was snogging this girl. He has later said that he was surprised because, as much as I'd talk about Daria he didn't really realise that I was serious about liking girls. The snogging continued, my drink went everywhere, she asked that we move away from the pervy men on the dancefloor, we went outside for more snogging and -woah- did it get steamy. Hands up and down smooth silky legs, hardly stopping for breath with the incessant kissing. And then it was kicking out time in the bar. I invited her back to mine, but she intimated that she wouldn't be comfortable doing so. We went on to the next nightclub. I'd totally lost Chris and his new pals by this point. In the next club she asked me if I'd go into the toilets with her. We hurried into a cubicle and I thought "We're going to get found out and thrown out, here". More kissing, fondling of pert bum cheeks, caressing of hands (I love ladies' hands). And then she was pulling my dress up and moving my knickers to the side. I was really keen that I wanted to lick her pussy, though. I knelt down, moved her sexy shorts to the side and felt her soft pussy, adorned with sharp hairs. I had wondered how I would know what to do, but my bisexual friends and I had agreed that it was a case of doing what you yourself enjoy receiving. She was so wet. It was delicious. Mmm yummy, I can still remember the taste. It felt as though it was only a handful of licks and she'd cum. Oh Gawd, I could have carried on. We were in that cubicle for hours. What a time! Often I'd be thinking about Daria, with whom I obviously had an emotional connection. The girl worked really hard to please me but, unfortunately I didn't orgasm. I didn't fully relax, knowing we could get sprung at any moment. At about 5am she said she really needed to leave, as she was working the next day. She told me where she worked. We swapped phone numbers, but my gut instinct told me that this was a one-off. I texted her in the taxi home to say thank you for a great night, and that was the last contact we had. The next day, I checked Facebook and saw that Daria had also commented on the fact that I had tagged myself as being in a gay bar, and said "Did you get lucky????". Boy, if she only knew....!!
  14. Just for completion I thought I'd let you know that he and I have today respectfully and lovingly ended our romantic relationship. What was that that Gwyneth Paltrow did? Conscious uncoupling. Ugh. Not that! Nonetheless, it was a beautiful conversation (he was going to come and see me but I thought that it's a long way for him to travel just to break up with me) so I initiated the conversation on the phone, instead. I told him I want us to remain actual friends, and meet up in a few weeks, perhaps with our mutual friends as well.
  15. ... I always knew he was really nice, but I've realised too late just how wonderful he is. I've been incredibly selfish and now's the time to be 100% selfless and give him up to someone who is going to want to jump his bones night and day. He is the ideal partner, yet we somehow weren't ideal enough for each other. If he lived locally then I think it would be totally fixable. I adore where he lives, more than I adore where I live, but moving from my network to where I have, at best, four friends besides him, is probably not a good idea on top of our existing issues. Btw. it's actually only a two hour drive, but in the UK that's loads When one door closes, as they say....