Do you remember the feeling of complete freedom on the day I called you up and asked you to drive down to Monterey Bay with me to see Tribe 8 that night?
Or maybe it was just me who had that feeling…
I got a Guarana beverage and a rental car and off we went on this crazy adventure to see a punk show on a military base. You were horrible at navigating and I got so frustrated… It was the beginning of my first real lesbian relationship and I knew that was how it was supposed to be. This was the beginning of me letting go and being spontaneous.
This was the beginning of it all for me.
I had finally arrived and was so who I was supposed to be. I was me but so much more than me. I had come out, was living in San Francisco, was dating a woman I was so in love with (or at least the idea of whom I was so in love with), and knew it would all work out. It was the stuff of indi dyke movies…
Now, I can barely remember what that felt like.
I miss that 22 year old sometimes…
Or maybe it was just me who had that feeling…
I got a Guarana beverage and a rental car and off we went on this crazy adventure to see a punk show on a military base. You were horrible at navigating and I got so frustrated… It was the beginning of my first real lesbian relationship and I knew that was how it was supposed to be. This was the beginning of me letting go and being spontaneous.
This was the beginning of it all for me.
I had finally arrived and was so who I was supposed to be. I was me but so much more than me. I had come out, was living in San Francisco, was dating a woman I was so in love with (or at least the idea of whom I was so in love with), and knew it would all work out. It was the stuff of indi dyke movies…
Now, I can barely remember what that felt like.
I miss that 22 year old sometimes…
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