An Irish Lesbian's thoughts and observations…

Archive for June, 2013

This Moment

She gasped. Her heart started beating faster and her eyes were glowing. Happiness shot through her body as she got high from the power of the moment. She’s more excited than she ever could have imagined. This moment should last forever. This feeling is so good it should be bottled and sold she thinks to herself. Then she looks through the crowd of people and sees her. Everyone else surrounding them begins to evaporate slowly. The vision of beauty gracefully moves towards her. Each step she takes is breathtaking. Her short hair is shining as the gleam of sunshine coming through the sparkling clear windows hits it. The vision of beauty finally stops beside her and they embrace warmly. This is what she’s been waiting for. This is amazing. They grab each others hands instinctively and look forward simultaneously. The woman in front of them smiles brightly and her words wash over them like a warm wave on a cold winters day. This is the start of their time, their ceremony. They are getting married and this is the beginning of a promising and hopeful future. This is what love is all about and everyone deserves the chance to savour the brilliance of true love and commitment.

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Two Girls in Love

They sat together quietly. The tension was increasing slowly. Their thoughts connected but yet they did not speak. An awkward look was exchanged followed by a shy smile. The beauty of the moment was captured in their eyes. Both girls wriggled closer together. Both hoping, both waiting. Their soft gentle hands reached out for each other. This was a simple gesture with such a complex meaning. The first time. They both tingled with excitement as their hands connected. This was amazing. The kind of excitement that consumes you and makes you feel like nothing else matters. They gazed into each others eyes. They felt so close they could almost read each others mind. They smiled knowingly. They kissed. All their days of longing was summed up in this moment. This was the start of something magical. This was the start of two girls in love.

Breaking Out

A spiky haired tattoo clad lady strolls through a busy town. Her individual look attracts a lot of attention from passers by. They look down upon her baggy jeans and loose fitting men’s shirt. The graphics of her black band t shirt peek through her slightly buttoned down shirt. Her leather boots thud against the heavily worn footpath. She is on her way to volunteer. She is a sister, a girlfriend, a daughter and a best friend. She is also a butch lesbian but she is happy and she is loved and loving.

A neatly dressed lady with a matching handbag and shoes struts down the street. Her make up is applied to perfection and there isn’t a single hair out-of-place on her head. The sunlight illuminates the bright blonde colour of her locks. Her heels clip clop down and the bangles on her wrist jingle. Ladies envy her and men long for her. She is also a lesbian who is happy in her own skin.

There is individuality in every community and the only problem with this is that it isn’t always embraced. Please look beyond the external features of a person before you judge them. A lesbian doesn’t wear men’s clothes because she wants to be a man. A lesbian doesn’t dress in a feminine way because she wants to be with a man. Everyone is interested in different styles and feelings of comfort. The outfit which could make one person feel like a star, could make another person feel completely miserable. Always remember this. Let’s face it though, relaxing in a comfy hooded top is amazing, right?

Where’s Wally?

Living in rural Ireland over a long period of time will give you insight into life inside a goldfish bowl. People tend to know of people and even know a lot about them even if they have never spoken before. With such an environment surrounding you one would think that finding fellow lesbians wouldn’t be so hard. Think again! Imagine you’re an animal trapped in your section of the zoo and you can only see a limited number of your species around you… That’s the LGBT community of rural Ireland in a nut shell. So here I am trying to break to mould, stand out and speak as an Irish lesbian living her life “in captivity”. My hope is that in time to come it won’t feel like finding a needle in a haystack and that people will eventually feel comfortable enough to come out and scream joyfully about their sexuality on a daily basis, not just at Pride marches. I often feel like I can connect more with other LGBT people than I can with our straight counterparts. Most people in this community feel the same. How do you feel about your connection with other LGBT’s? Do you feel like it’s an unbreakable bond or do you think the sense of solidarity you once felt is long gone?

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