destino_esperanza

De cría me encantaba el cercanías porque suponía una visita a la capital, siempre tan llena de vida. Ahora, me repito cada día, es lo único que me va a permitir superar este infierno.

Siempre pensé que para que a una chica le quede bien la cabeza rapada tiene que ser muy guapa. Ella lo es. Aunque lo primero que me llamó la atención fueron sus ojos, verdes. Tienen algo particular, pero no acertaba qué era. Tras observarla durante semanas, he dado con ello. Acabo de entender por qué el verde es el color de la esperanza.

Dear bi-curious or so-called bisexual friend...

You perfectly have the right to want to experiment with girls. Fair enough, I understand it, I was at that same stage not so long ago (though it seems like ages). But, I don’t like the idea of being your guinea-pig, so you’d better look for someone who does. I know some friends who admit enjoying challenges, but myself I’m a declared enemy of impossible missions. Because I know how these things usually work out: you will like it –or not, though you usually do, you will probably have listened to Katy Perry’s opinion on this matter- but then you will stay with your boyfriend. Or you will find one soon, or go back with him, in case you were having a break, break that you used to satisfy your curiosity. Yeah, I’ve seen you all in this time. You’re not as original as you may think. And I don’t know why you all tend to see me as your lesbian guru. Maybe because my image doesn’t correspond with the stereotype most people have of lesbians (I’m tired of that statement too) so you see me as your equal and you may think in this way your transition will be smoother. Probably I look less scary than those dykes with half-head shaved and bleached quiffs and checked flannel sleeveless shirts…