I can't reply as my moaning becomes louder than its ever been before. I can feel my walls pulsating around her fingers. Before meeting Lynette, she of the multiple grooming products, I’d gotten used to dating people whose own beauty routines consisted of, if anything, 3-in-1 body wash. They tended to gently poke fun at me for all my feminine trappings: the 20 minutes I’d spend each day on my serums. I’m a little ashamed of how, over the years, living beside various permutations of my partners’ easy masculinity, I’d defend my own femme rituals with I’m-not-like-other-girls insistence: Hey, at least I don’t shave! At least I barely wear any makeup! My frivolity was never out of hand. And I prided myself for that, for the ways in which I deliberately limited myself. My daughter is 14, and she has a very close friends, also 14, who is often at ours for sleepovers and my daughter goes to theirs too. I sort of know her family, we're not close or anything but they seem like normal good people and their daughter is a nice, well mannered girl. I whine through my throat as I squeeze close my eyes and my body flushes even more (if that's even possible).

I bought my first camera when I was 11 with my confirmation money. Before that, I had been always making movies in my head, so yeah, I don’t think there was anything else I could do. I have no idea why I was so drawn to it. I loved watching films as a kid, and creating bizarre scenarios to play with my friends, so I suppose it always just made sense. I set my sights on going to college to study for a bachelor's degree in film, and the rest is history. After our talk, one thing we did decide would be a good step in that direction that we could do now was try sex for the first time. It says in the sidebar that excessive sexual content is not permitted, and I personally would like to keep this thread non- wanky. (I mentioned that in the comments too, I don't want this discussion to be "wank fodder".) do all you need to know is that it was most likely the best sex I've had. We were really surprised- we even had to stop like 15 minutes in to just be like "woah". Before I left, I talked to a few of my reporter friends about it, just in case a hookup opportunity should present itself and I decided to partake for, um, research purposes . We decided that my Olivia story fell in some sort of weird journalistic in-between, just like my own job does. I sometimes do reporting, but I’m not strictly a reporter; I’m a writer, editor, and cultural critic. 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). And the thing a lot of women on the cruise were looking to experience was, yes, getting laid. At the Gen O meetup, the hairdresser mentioned that most of the paying customers on board are older women who’ve had an extraordinarily difficult time navigating life as lesbians; they deserve a space, she said, to fully be themselves. Maybe Olivia could do a specific queer-plus trip for trans people and gay men? Being in a space with “someone who looks like a man,” she said — horrifying me, Jamie, Matie, Dana, and a bunch of others — “can cause these women so much trauma.” Per the rules of our loose nonmonogamous agreement, I FaceTimed with my partner about what was happening on the cruise, first telling them about the catamaran girl and then, in so many words, about Lynette. I suspected, even early on, that I was about to break our most important rule of all: Don’t fall in love with anybody else.I tease myself around my labia for a bit looking for the rythm I had previously on the couch. The wetness of my pussy almost has me slip right past my destination but I'm successful in my catpture. Continuing down the street I could hear portions of all sorts of conversations- with some of them being more clearer than others. Bonding is built into an Olivia trip, which, I realized soon enough, is basically like grown-up lesbian camp. “It’s funny, because on a normal cruise, you’re trying to spend as much time as you can away from other people,” Jamie would later put it. “But we’re all here precisely because we want to be around everybody else.”

The mirth in her voice and face lessened the damage her faux scorning tried to accomplish significantly. Even one of her orange flip flops tapping against the cement does nothing more than heighten my amusement. The ground is really cold until I cross over into her shag-carpeted room. She still has her hand on my arm as she pushes me onto the bed and starts to pace in front of me. My fingers actually struggle a little as they push down my undergarments exposing my glistening shame hidden behind a carpet of dark hair. My panties are ruined. Once Revenge of the Sith ended, we decided to call it a night. We got undressed and got into her bed. We were all cuddled up when I pulled the topic. I said something like, "Hey, there's something we gotta talk about." She asked me what it was, and I admitted my attraction to her an that I'd been thinking about our situation and that I confused myself and I thought we should have a talk about our "intimacy". She admitted that the attraction was mutual, and we decided that we might consider a homosexual relationship. Of course, I mentioned some of the stuff I saw here: "what if we break up," etc. she was more worried about our parents/relatives/friends we grew up with. I mentioned this down in the comments somewhere, but we don't come from a place that's very open about gay relationships. We both knew that there would be some trouble admitting our feelings to those people if we decided on a relationship. We talked for a solid 3 and a half hours. We ended up deciding to continue are lives (staying single) with the knowledge of our mutual attraction and the possibility of a relationship in mind an see what happens. After we gain some more knowledge, we'll make the descision. 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.At this point she realised that I, for some reason, was 1. awfully close to her and 2. repeatedly whispering ‘washing machine’ (with a hypnotic rhythm and tone for effect) into her ear.

He assured me he had no problem with gay people, and he really didn’t; the three guys running the catamaran all day were amazing. But he did occasionally seem to forget about the realities of the situation. So I’m surprised to say I might actually travel with Olivia again, skeptical as I remain of cruise ethics in general. And that’s because of all the things that happened in the eight days I spent aboard the Summit — things I wasn’t remotely expecting. Before ( spoiler alert) Dani sacrifices herself to the Lady of the Lake, she and Jamie co-own a flower shop and share a home big enough to include their love. Dani even proposes to Jamie in a heartfelt scene, though there’s the bittersweet undercurrent of knowing they weren’t able to legally marry in the ’90s. It’s no surprise, then, that more than a year after the premiere, Dani and Jamie’s love story is still regarded with such warmth. It offers an authenticity and complexity rarely afforded to on-screen lesbian couples. In its 2020–2021 “Where We Are on TV” report, GLAAD noted the importance of Bly Manor, writing that it wasn’t only a “recent breakout hit,” but that the show could usher in “more content for a primed passionate audience ready to tune in and support series [that] tell nuanced and in-depth stories [about] queer women.”

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In the past few years, I've become much more political in the content I create. I feel like, what’s the point in making something if it’s not saying something meaningful, or has the potential to improve people’s lives? As filmmakers, we can tell any story we could possibly want. So why not use that opportunity to change the world for the better? Well this is a difficult one for me so I thought maybe someone here can help with advice, previous experience etc. My shorts are tight around my waist because of my ass so slipping my hand through them would be difficult.

Leaning against the front of her stand with my arm rested in front of me I smartly reply, "Aw, come on Gi Gi! You know I would never leave you hanging like that!" She raises an eyebrow in skepticism, "Not for long at least," I finish a little sheepishly. For now, though, Olivia’s brand remains quite wholesome. On the first night there, I witnessed a marriage proposal (“Do you think they just met?” joked a woman at my table; “That’d be a record”). Tisha, the cruise director and VP, met her wife on an Olivia cruise. And she emphasized to me that it’s a place where many women go to fall in love — which certainly does happen.Without much more preemptive stalling I glide my hand into my undergarments. My fingers slide over my carpet of hair as it reaches strides to reach its destination.