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I Was Once Lost
When I was growing up I always felt different then everyone else I went to school with. I never knew what it was. But as I grew older I was wondering why I was staring a little bit too long at the girls in the locker room getting ready for gym class and why I was obsessing over the girl who was two years older than me who had no idea who I was. I remember one day when I was in eighth grade there was this girl who was very open about her sexuality and she asked another girl if she wanted to kiss her. I was so uncomfortable and when my mom came to pick me up I told her what was going on and she asked how I felt about it. I told her that I was interested and that I was scared to say that I was attracted to the same sex. She told me it was OK but I shouldn’t tell my dad. (By the way, my first kiss was my best friend in elementary school). I learned about Pornhub when I was fourteen and the first category I clicked on was ‘lesbians’. I thought that was completely normal and that all girls probably watch this category. I guess I was wrong. I tried watching male and female porn but it was just not as intriguing.
Makena RoachPublished 6 years ago in FilthyTaste of Blue 2
Jean was standing around the corner from the coffee shop, just out of sight. The cold from the brick wall she was leaning against had begun to creep through her brown woolen coat. She had been standing here for at least twenty minutes. The events of yesterday still swirled in her head. She wasn’t sure what to do, so there she stood.
Boys to the Yard, Men to My Bed
“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...” Kelis croon-brags on her iconic song, “Milkshake.” While she certainly isn’t using the lyrics to advocate for pedophilia, they certainly can be examined that way. This process lead me to declare that only men are allowed to experience my milkshake. Men rolled their eyes saying, "that was the implication," but females were a tad more concerned about the meaning of the song. It also started a conversation about age and relationships.
Edward AndersonPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Taste of Blue
Jean never thought she would be doing something like this. She had never even kissed a girl before. And now here she was, being pulled along by her hand, to this girl's apartment. And she had only known her from random conversations at the coffee shop that they both frequented.
Embracing the Rainbow—A Year of Discovering My Bisexuality
This is a recount of my own journey. It is simply to share my personal experiences over the past year. My story will not line up with that of everyone. Remember, you know your own sexuality best and you are unique. I am not claiming to represent anyone. However, I hope perhaps what I have been through will resonate with someone who reads this. If you are struggling with your sexuality and are seeking some support, I have included links to organizations that can help at the end of this article.
Georgi KatePublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe 4 AM Visitor
It was one of the foggiest nights in my hometown of Lahore, Pakistan. Everything was white, and it is not even an exaggeration — zero fucking visibility.
Beer'yani BaePublished 6 years ago in FilthyWhat Pride Means to Me, As a Queer Woman
The first time I fell in love with a girl was like a breath of fresh air. For so long, I believed that I wasn't worthy of love; I wasn't like everyone else; my desires didn't match theirs and theirs didn't match mine. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.
Eleanor NoycePublished 6 years ago in FilthyUnderstanding Sexuality
So you've come to realize that you're a little different; that you don't feel sexual attraction the way others around you do, or to the types of people those around you do. You feel it for the same sex. You feel it for both sexes. You feel it for all genders and people alike. You don't feel it at all.
Madi HilerPublished 6 years ago in FilthyOur Secret (A Transgender Love Story)
For a long time now I've been curious about your secret. For a while I sat back and watched you walk around in your sexy dresses and heels, trying to fight the temptation that you brought into me.
Robin BrooksPublished 6 years ago in FilthyIt Was Just Sex: Exorcising the Spector of Unhappiness
And there she was again…Lizzy…how quietly she arose in my dreams, unbidden. She had been coming to me more frequently as of late. My body hummed at the vision of her short, brown hair tousled from our lovemaking as it curled softly at her ears. Her lithe, floating shape complete with perky breasts made me lose my mind. All I could hear was her tinkling laughter as I watched her hair fall over her eyes in a glorious explosion of laughter and joy. The joy only I could give her; my long fingers exploring her silken wetness, my mouth taking her in beautiful breasts, first one then another. My energy rose with her moans of pleasure, and then it happened. I am awoken from my bliss by a freight train of sound coming from the other side of the bed. “Goddamn it, WHY can’t I get even a moment’s peace?” I rose in disgust. Thighs wet with desire for my sweet Lizzy, I quietly left the bedroom and my snoring husband, Peter. I made my way downstairs and curled up in my favorite recliner. I covered myself with my mother’s old quilt and try to get back to Lizzy. In my mind’s eye, she was dancing away from me now as we stood in a field of wildflowers that stretched to the edges of my dream vision. As she ran, she called to me over her shoulder something I could not understand. Her laughter teased my ears again and I could smell her sweet body on the breeze that kissed my face.
Jaye BahrePublished 6 years ago in FilthyFollow-Up to Pandora's Box
A follow up to Pandora’s Box So I did a thing on Saturday that I called “Pandora’s Box.” It was published in Filthy on Sunday morning (I disagree with the placement, but there was a lot of talk about genitals in it, so… I suppose I can’t be that mad). It was all about how transgender people fit into lesbianism. It has been read, as of this writing, 79 times. One of those times was by a woman with whom I have a complicated relationship. Her name is Layla. She’s Pakistani, Muslim, beautiful, intelligent, and lesbian. And not necessarily in that order. I met her on a dating website, and our early conversations had led me to believe that maybe it was possible between us. What ensued was a genuine, at times confusing, and intense (for me, I can’t speak for her) friendship culminating in absolutely nothing but friendship. But she’s an awesome friend, so that’s fine.
Sophia-Helene Mees de TrichtPublished 6 years ago in Filthy- Top Story - June 2018
Pandora's Box
I am a lesbian. That’s a complicated statement. Well, it is for me. It shouldn’t be, but oh my God it is. And perhaps not for the reasons you might immediately think. You see, in addition to being a lesbian, I’m also transgender. I tell people that and they tend to… react.
Sophia-Helene Mees de TrichtPublished 6 years ago in Filthy