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Step 1: Mastering the Infamous Lesbian Gayze

Discovering the Supernatural Power of Acquiring an Effective Gay-dar

By Queer Sex & Avocado'sPublished 6 years ago 6 min read
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Not my photo. Definitely my fantasy.

I enjoy the sense of shock and excitement when two women experience the change in energy and focus of an interaction. What at first may have started as a friendly encounter...shifts. |

One's heart might skip

at the intentional energy being tossed back

and forth

creating an air of complete twitterpation. Much like Betty's obvious bliss in the aftermath of kissing her straight best friend (I'm bias to the fact Betty is secretly a vagina lover), when this kind of situation occurs, it is a moment to relish. Charlie understood the rarity of this happening for a 15-year-old teenage girl immersed in a hetero world and, in turn, invested everything she had in her first encounter with a mutually interested damsel.

It was nearly graduation and Charlie had a terribly easy semester ahead of her. Her thoughts could not help but wander to things that typically tended to fill the vacant spaces of her mind.

Yes, women.

She scuffed her feet along the worn hallways of Nanaimo Secondary dreading the gloomy classroom that awaited her arrival. The door to room 315 swung open as she carelessly pushed her cumbersome mathematics book against it. Charlie's dad had always reminded her of the good in "make friends with math." Mind you, as to what that means, we have not a clue. She loathed the definitiveness of solving

equations...equations

with only one possible answer. Her critical and expansive mind did not work like that. I'd imagine it is quite obvious by now that, sadly, Charlie never made friends with math.

Despite her reluctant attendance to Calculus 100, Charlie was determined to cultivate happiness. Today, she decided to wear a more daring, fashionable outfit. Her long, golden blonde hair curled down the crease of her back while her cheeks flushed pink with an added touch of shimmering blush. She looked, and evidently felt, more beautiful and confident then usual.

She plopped her books on the square table in the far corner of the room and took a moment to use her delicate hands to press the creases out of her coral satin skirt.

Sitting, staring quietly across the table from Charlie, was a girl she had known only from brief passing. The girl’s eyes looked intrigued, yet confused, and absolutely not in the least like she was thinking about geometrical equations.

Her name was Louisa. Hair a fiery red, eyes a captivating blue hue, little freckles :: speckling her creamy white skin :: she was beautiful, to say the least.

Funny enough, Charlie had not noticed the features that made Louisa so lovely until that very moment. The two women shared what every lesbian knows as the incredibly intimate, totally unmistakeable eye contact that can mean nothing else other then

I. want. you.

From that day forward, Charlie’s interest in Calculus 100 piqued, as did Louisa’s, naturally.

Let's slow it down a little. Much like my younger self's exploratory attempts at understanding women, this guide ought to take its time.

The first step Charlie conquered in owning her sexual attraction to women in a productive way was the recognition of her exceptionally on-point Gay-dar. The look—I'm not entirely sure I can explain what this look is like to experience. It's vitality in enabling lez's to navigate their way through the perilous and variant pool of women, many of which do not partake in rug-munching. You could ask, but I sure as hell never would.

It's like knowing everything without being told anything. Just a tell-all soft inviting pair of eyes that want nothing more than to see you undressed. That's it. Like she is undressing you piece by piece with her fixated stare.

But, but, but, slow down. Remember.

To take that mutual longing and make something of it was an entirely new ball game far beyond Charlie.

All she knew how to do was lay her heart down to be stomped to tiny pieces by this fallacious angel.

Louisa, my darling, you drew me in and kept me hooked for a good five years. You were the introduction of the downsides to loving women so deeply.

After breaking free, Charlie clearly understood her greatest weakness. She would, and will always, give more of herself to them then they were willing to give to her.

Except for a rare case, which I will dive into when I explain the fundamentals of mending a decimated heart. Advanced stuff.

I will save you the details of our off and on relationship that lasted over seven years and get to the purpose of her story. Louisa introduced me to the power women could hold over my life.

Coming to Terms with an Irrepressible Libido

Charlie realized that her tendency to fall deeply quickly was something she could mould and utilize in a less destructive, and maybe even productive manner.

She had a exhaustively urgent thirst to broaden her sexual experiences and understand what her connection to sexuality really meant.

Charlie enjoyed a multitude of lovers bouncing to and fro, enjoying each individual's presence whenever she chose to do so. She spent her evenings in the company of a boy from Egypt. He was dark, tall, muscular, and had a disposition sweet as the sun. She also gave her time to a charming, dangerously handsome, and undoubtedly far too similar men. He kept Charlie at a distant chase while he bounced in a similar manner between the women in his life. This dynamic made Charlie's love for him run deeper than it ever had for a man. His kisses left her wet and hot; a scary and unfamiliar feeling.

Yet this intense feeling of what we can guess truly was love did not even begin to compare to the most juvenile yearnings Charlie had pour les femmes.

Take yourself back to the very moment you saw your first crush. I bet it’s like every cinematic example of teenage love you can imagine.

Fourteen, young, awkward Charlie had an outwardly don’t fuck with me attitude that protected her from the unwanted. Close knit friends were her sanctuary, but her thoughts most often remained steadily focused on the women she wanted to fuck.

I don’t ignore or deny the fact that Charlie loves a vast conglomeration of human souls, and will continue to do so until her vagina quits. Longing burned in her to touch and be touched by a woman and evidently she had no clue how to direct this sensation into productivity. The only tool she had was the tendency to focus all of this intense energy on one single person, successfully distracting her from all the other lovely damsels she intermingled with.

One woman, one woman to top them all. Well, Charlie could never decidedly choose a single woman who influenced her life the most. She can, however, pick out the few queens that redirected the course of her life.

The First Queen in Charlie's life, quite surely, was the most strikingly impressive creature Charlie had ever come across.

A flash of blonde directed her gaze towards the back of the pool deck where she locked gazes (very much like the type we talked about) with a pair of curious, guarded ocean blue eyes. What Charlie's body went through, to be exact:

Her pupils; dilated. Her skin; hot and red. Her blood; flowed to the centre of her chest where her heart pounded hard.

She could not catch her breath. Penelope had unknowingly, and unrightfully, taken it.

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About the Creator

Queer Sex & Avocado's

. // So is It a lineal recapitulation of my adventures with women // Showing a lack of vulnerability // Or a calling to have my heart broken by the female kind // What am I to take from this // Anything? Read, and // You tell me // .

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