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As you can imagine, I get on with my day and don’t really think about ‘the talk’.l In fact I put it completely out of my head. Three O’clock rolls around and I once again return to the school to pick Martha up. She gets into the car all animated and what can only be described as hyper. She begins to tell me that 3 people fainted in school today. “Fainted?” I ask very inquisitively . ‘Yes’ she says, ‘they fainted because of the talk’ ‘What do you mean 3 people fainted?’ I again ask. It should be noted here that 3 people in her class amounts to one third of the entire class, there are träffa heta estniska singlar 9 children in total in sixth class. “Yes” she says, “it happened when they were showing the movie”. ‘Movie! What movie?’ I am almost shouting at this point and thinking what the hell have I allowed my daughter to participate in.

“Martha”, I say almost calmly, “what movie did they show you?” “Oh. you know the one where they show you on how to have sex to make a baby”. Bloody hell I say to myself. I’m not even sure how that happens because anytime it has I was 3 sheets to the wind.

I begin to probe a little further only to discover that it was an animation of the act of procreation. All approved by the government and education board. I am now somewhat relieve. However it should also be noted at this point that all the mothers got the same story from there little darlings and the amount of text messages and phone calls that ensured after the ‘talk’ were uncountable. This you say is all very normal in the course of events of children, school, coming of age and the infamous “talk”.

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So why tell this story? Because just the other day in my great and powerful kitchen Martha looks at me squarely and asks, “Mom?”

This blogg is exactly what the title refers to. ITS EXHAUSTING BEING A LESBIAN! The stories that will unfold will be based on true life. Join me with a wee cup of tea and a scone if you like and lets discover drama like you have never seen or heard before. I am hoping that this blogg will help enlighten you and me to the world of gay life, what ever that is.

I was stuck to the floor. Why would she feel like this? Why would she feel that strange for her friend? Why was she not happy for her friend? Why would she not think ‘great my friend has met someone and the possibility of love could be on the horizon? That these first days of dating can be fun and hold so much possibility? I thought ‘I wondered what the first date was like’? But then again I have first dates permanently on the brain at the moment. Had my friend not seen the show? Yes she had. Was her first thought ‘god, those two women are going to have sex.’ I would hope not. What I hope she saw was two women meeting for the first time and in some way trying to learn a little about each other. Having a lous) and appearing a little nervous and awkward. This to me is just like any other first date. That you say and do things to try to make the other feel comfortable and interesting. By the way, I will never tell anyone, young, old, man or woman that they ‘look good for their age’. I mean really Susan, what were you thinking? (That’s me talking to myself, again).

Why tell you all of this? Well I have discovered that this may well and truly be a trait of lesbian life. I too have been on the receiving end of dramatic exists from the women that I have had the pleasure of getting to know in recent years. I still remember my first one. Gosh that’s an entire blogg in its self!

We ‘attempted’ to sit at the bar, this is where she asked me if I could give her a ‘hoosh’ up onto the stool. I helped as best I could but her mobility was dramatically reduced due to the excess poundage that she was carrying. We ordered 2 beers and we sat and chatted.

Needless to say I was a little floored by this comment and told Martha so. Her response was, “yeah, can you believe it?” “Her mother must think its contagious!”

Within two nights of signing up I had several inbox messages. How wonderful. Things were beginning to look up in the back ass of no where.

Here I am, in the city surrounded by gay women. Beautiful gay women, an opportunity I don’t get very but I can hear my friends voice and words ringing in my ear,…..be polite, make your excuses….blah blah blah. So what to do now. Do I interrupt her? Make my excuses? Head for the hills?………………………

Once again I tell her its going to be fine. I try not to blurt out the ‘sitting far from your arse’ statement. I give her a kiss and hug goodbye and wish her luck to which she just gives me this annoying glare.