T.C. Bosarge

From the title, you know that this is going to be an article not a lot of people have dove into. We hear bits and pieces about it, but never the full story. Well, I’m here to share mine.

When first coming out, I was thankful enough to already have a handy dandy lesbian best friend under my belt to help guide me down the trails of homosexuality. However, that is not the case for a lot of young or older individuals just coming out for the first time. Finding friends in the community can be a bit tricky if you're already shy or just don't know where to look. Although it may seem like you're the only person around who prefers the enjoyment of lady parts, you'd be surprised to know that new lesbihonest friends may be closer than you think.

I know the title sounds like a old regular fishing article, but it’s not. It’s more so about my journey to becoming an avid fisher. Yeah, still sounds a bit article-like, but I know no more about fishing than the next person.

Photography is not something I planned to do as a hobby. It fell right into my lap. It began when I had a friend begin playing rugby. She invited me to her games and after a while I began snapping photos with my phone and posting them on FB. Soon I pulled out my little Nikon handheld camera and started to bring them to games. The pictures were grainy and just plain old bad. However, I became known as someone who enjoyed taking pictures at the game.