Actual Swamp Witch

Are You Still gay?

You know you love someone when you can’t experience anything without wishing they were there to see it too

‘Home…’, she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. 'It’s a funny word, isn’t it? Something so well known to anyone and still so utterly different in its subjective definition.’ 'What does it mean to you?’, I asked and her gaze wandered off into distance. She did not say a single word for several seconds and when she looked at me again, a frown was wrinkling her forehead. Her lips said 'I don’t know, what about you?’ but her eyes gave away what she did not want to speak out loud; that her home was on the road, at a different apartment each night, constantly under an ever changing sky. So how would I have been able to tell her that I, undeniably, undoubtedly, had found home in the wrinkles when she laughed and that colour when she blushed?

I hope I never have to say goodbye to the next person I fall in love with.

Not all lesbians are thin white girls who wear Calvin Klein underwear and go camping every weekend.