Bears and Baskets

I had a completely different post planned for my first, but last night’s adventure changed that.

When I first realized I was never going to be happy unless I lived an authentic life, I began the process of detaching from people who I knew were toxic and would never accept the real me. That left a pretty small community, though I will forever be grateful to them for supporting me fully.

My first dip into the lesbian dating pool was not all that I had hoped. (It was a complete trainwreck if I’m honest, but that’s not the story for today.) As with most disasters, there were lessons to be learned. The greatest lesson I learned was I had so much to learn, which kind of sucked.

There aren’t exactly readily available books or google entries about how to be a lesbian when you’re 50. So I wasn’t going to find answers in books which was very distressing for a bookworm like me. I needed to find my people, to teach me and support me while I learned.

The path was lonely, treacherous, painful, and even had a pandemic thrown in, but I found them. They are beautiful souls, who have completely embraced me – all of me, the real me. They fill my world with laughter, wonder, joy, chaos, and adventures that sometimes involve misdemeanors. (IYKYK)

They are more than friends; they are my sisters. They are my tribe. (Written with sincerity knowing that it is completely and inappropriately appropriative)

Thank you all.