Our Story

Anger is coldly seething inside me. A cold wind is stirring in my chest and travelling through my every vein. My face is set in a stone of boredom, with cruelty leaking from my eyes. It is a familiar feeling, this harsh cold anger. One that took work and pain to seal from the prying eyes of the world. It depresses me now, that the person who most provokes these feelings, is the one I love the most. I have been mad like this so many times, an uncountable number. And two days ago, I exploded at Gill, softly saying my piece. "You are inconsiderate" "You only think of yourself" "You would break any promise you make to me, because you forget" "You always forget about me" She cried over these few sentences. Of course I filled them out with the stories of broken promises and failed expectations, which just served to cause her voice to break, and escape our conversation. Sobbing, she told me she couldn't talk now, and she said bye. I saw her yesterda...

Last night, Gill and I took a spontaneous leap into the open fray. We jumped onto the bus headed for our Main campus, and then took the second jump onto the bus headed to Train Station. Which brought us to a bit of a standstill (who knew the shuttle bus took breaks?) for an hour as the many modes of transportation zoomed past us. Eventually though, we made it to the theme of our date for the evening! A total cliche of dinner and a movie! (yes it was 8... plus... by the time we got there, but it is the thought that counts!) We had dinner(the crispy mushrooms are soooo good) and watched 17 again at 9:20(which is definitely recommended). A late night getting in, meant a late night getting to bed, and a late morning waking up. So today, Gill and I spent the whole day relaxing. We cuddled. I made brunch. We cuddled more. Ugly made dinner. We... cuddled again. Hate us. =) -Jacqueline

i lay there an arm under my head as i stared at the white-washed walls my lips turned down eyes felt their strain as shadows flickered overhead and through lizards gecko'ed on the ceiling i watched provoking rage staring straight i'll be waiting in circles confusion is old never really know what you really are never want to know what you really are guilt crossed doubt shimmered love hammered regret tinkered while sadness prevailed red satin it berated me shouted that it meant nothing mocking with its significance wondering now if instincts were right if i should hide so that we can be lost in the mire, -Jacqueline

We were in the midst of another half argument, Gillian and I, so I wanted to diffuse the tension. Isn't tension a horrible thing? It disallows you from getting close, from speaking the words of your heart, from comforting the ones you love. I tried tickling, to no avail. Attempted flattery, jokes, and an offer of food with only a half hearted smile to greet my words. And then I pulled out my secret weapon. I offered trust. If you know Gill, you know she's careless. My mom knows this through the 'dropping of wine bottle and shattering it' scene. Friends may know of it through her many attempts to help, and have something magically come apart on the way. I personally know it physically, through how many of her actions cause me to stumble, bump, and feel pain in my toes as she steps on them. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that I usually refuse to allow her and an ear digger anywhere near me. It is not a stereotype. Back in the early days, before I learnt the dange...

I spent half the night crying. Wailing away really. It is... a bit of a fuzz. I know there was biting, scratching and the punching of walls involved in my fit. (Those poor innocent walls *pats walls*) Just another fight is all. Some might say it's because we were too serious too fast. Some could say it is our age. But it's definitely not a venus and mars argument. We are happy. 95% of the time. The other 5% is spent... abusing poor walls. Now we're heading off bright and early, to sign up for a class. My eyes feel rather swollen. Tell me how bad when you see me, eh? -Jacqueline

Identity is a struggle. Placing it, keeping it, wondering why we even need one. People call themselves republicans, church-goers, gay men, police officers, teenagers, suicidals, positives, muslims, teachers, artists, lazy new aged simple plan listening emo hippies. What do you call a girl in love with a girl? Japanese anime otaku friends of mine fondly refer to it as GL , or girl love. While serials such as Queer As Folk pander the name dyke or rug muncher on an episodical basis. Roget's Thesaurus considers it synonymous with homophile , while Medicine.net simply states that it is a female homosexual . As for the most popular term, there is a history! Lesbians were the inhabitants of the island Lesbos, which as a little Greek island located in the Aegian Sea. In ancient times, all women of this island were said to be homosexual, and called Lesbians for their geographic location. Terms *** Even since I came out two years ago, I've called myself a bisexual. I had sexual feelin...