A guy I was seeing a couple weeks back – blue eyes, perfect peen, no personality – would respond “wow that’s deep” anytime I brought up anything vaguely rousing or some kind of philosophical/ social/ political debate. But, to me if we’re not talking about your future dreams / weird ass relationship with your mother and how you’ve NEVER got over the fact that your goldfish Parsley died because you overfed it, then WHAT are we even doing here?!?I

So, here’s the thing about being a QuEeR girl you spend honestly about 80% of your life wondering, okay is this a new FrIeNd or are we going to snog at the end of this COFFEE/ HANG OUT/ LONG LUNCH/ ACCIDENTAL SLEEPOVER. Because really, you never know until you know. Surreptitiously bringing up that you’re into girls is a pretty sure fire way of at least assessing if you’re both on the same page attraction wise, but even then it can feel like a weird card game, where half the stack is missing and the other half has been set on fire. You heteros don’t know how easy you’ve got it.