Soaking Wet Lesbians - at the movies: Her girlfriend loses all control of her bladder and leaves her seat dripping wet!

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We met for real on Tuesday, after I’d rebuffed the offers of some other women following my Kelly Clarkson performance. But even though I’ve been out for years now, I’ve still never spent much time around older lesbians. We’ve talked about how we begin to promote inclusivity while also preserving our core: that this is a company for lesbians.

Eventually, once we’d reboarded the boat after our snorkeling, I did start talking with a few of the women I met at the Gen O mixer earlier that week, and it only took a couple of drinks for us to become the best of friends. We also use different external services like Google Webfonts, Google Maps, and external Video providers. I would sob in a car to uptown Manhattan, where my friend Alia would take me in her arms and tell me it was all going to be OK. I would decide that it was over, and say so, and it would feel like a sort of death, but it would also, I knew, be the right thing to do — so much so that I’d feel it in my bones. When she’s watching me babble on about some bullshit or other, she’ll have a little smile tucked into the corner of her mouth.Later in the week, Tisha Floratos, the vice president of travel for Olivia, told me that she and her staff think about this a lot. Olivia was seeing the relief on so many older women’s faces when I told them that my millennial friends and I still care about queer spaces; we want them to grow and to thrive. Still, in opening up my relationship — and in trying to convince myself that maybe I didn’t want marriage or kids or the trappings of conventional adulthood — I wanted to see myself as the cool, hip queer I hoped I was: someone who doesn’t have to subscribe to retrograde and patriarchal notions of what love is, or could be. I planned to meet Dana in the ship lobby that morning so that we could wander around for a while before the event.

Plus, I wasn’t assigned this story to go and passively report out what everybody else was doing on the cruise; I was supposed to immerse myself in the experience (while, of course, disclosing to anyone I spoke with that I was writing about the trip). But golden showers really are the tip of the yellow iceberg, so I took to the internet to find out what parts of watersports ur-ine to, and why. Later, when my partner started sleeping with a friend of a friend, I was no more equipped to sort through my mess of emotions (sadness, ambivalence, relief). Lynette and I had only just met, but in the emotionally intense bizarro world of the cruise, where relationships of all types seemed to develop at warp speed and I was feeling enough emotion for 10 lesbians combined, I liked Lynette very, very much. We docked in Bermuda, where Olivia partnered with OUTBermuda to host a happy hour with the local LGBT community.I assumed, at best, that all passions cool somewhat over the years; at worst, I thought something might be wrong with me. If you don't wish to verify, you may instead choose to post under a separate account without any reference to custom or pay content; it is recommended to inform the mods if you do this, so you aren't accused of stealing content.

Plus, I’ve never really believed postfeminist arguments about how lipstick and high heels can be Empowering™ — cynical messaging that has primarily benefited the men who want to fuck us and sell us things. What I didn’t expect was everything else that would happen to me — and is still happening to me — thanks to this one little week in my otherwise pleasantly uneventful life. The weird thing is that, while I’ve never been one for watersports, the pressure on my bladder is kind of horny.Once, after I came in her hands, I burst into tears (yeah, I know, big dyke energy), and she held me tightly in her strong, sure arms. Some people suggested that Olivia offer scholarships or student discounts, since cruising is so expensive.

Jamie described recently attending the Ohio Lesbian Festival, an annual event that celebrates and welcomes “all womyn,” from which she flew home in tears. The close-up shot is incredible, letting us see every tiny detail, clearly making out the denim fibers of her jeans as she pees. According to everyone’s awkward intros, they were from all over the country: Denver, San Diego, Seattle, Nashville, Houston, New York.

When I woke to the gorgeous sight of water and sun outside my personal patio, I felt a little sad and a little lonely. We weren’t allowed to have pets, but, like good millennials, we had plenty of plants, and interests outside of each other: my roller derby, their ultramarathons.