Centuries of an assortment of books being written; decades of different genres of movies being made and the ever-increasing amount of overdue gay-pride festivals can’t seem to quench my insatiable thirst for a pure, melting-my-heart lesbian/gay love story.
Indeed, there are little sprinkles of lesbian stories here and there, but never are they the type of stories that are untouched by controversy- they are never the type of love story that is totally unscarred.
I have grown weary of “chasing pavements”, searching for a truth that I know exists; a truth that proves that not all lesbian “love” stories involves the breaking up of happy male-female marriages or the run-of-the-mill experimentation involving two straight females searching for a love minus problems that they hope they can find if they minus the man from the equation. It’s a truth I know exist because I am testament thereof and here is my, true, lesbian love story.
After years of self-assessment, confusion and coming to terms with my sexuality, I finally felt ready to come out to the world. Beulah, oh good old faithful Beulah- the name of the geographical location of many a lesbian one night stands and the spot where countless lesbian couples can owe their many years of love-bursting bliss.
In all honesty, I was looking for somebody with whom to connect. The music was blaring, as the souls of likeminded people joined in a common feeling of belonging. I felt at home.
I was sitting on the heavy couch, gazing at my surroundings, drinking in my feelings of freedom and acceptance, anxious to enjoy the evening, when the most beautiful face came into my line of vision.
And just like one would read in these “not-lesbian” love stories, I found myself trying to find the courage to approach her, hoping to strike up a conversation. The closest my nervous self to her was to stand beside her at the bar, lousily order a Coke, and pathetically return to my seat, unable to strike up a conversation with her.
A friend who was with me, seeing my utter desperation, managed to strike up a conversation with her, and introduced us to one another. My heart sank when it seemed like this woman who captivated me by a mere sighting, was not interested in me.
I went home, promising that I would try again the next night.
All of Saturday I played scenarios over and over in my head, trying to build up confidence, imagining what I would say if I saw this beautiful woman again, and that evening, I once again found myself in Beaulah, ten times more confident than the night before.
And this time I met my girlfriend. There were no fireworks; the music didn’t fade into the distance and it didn’t feel like we were the only people in the world the way things appear on the movies.
We were introduced by another girl that I had met at Beaulah, and for some unfathomable reason, I recall telling my friend that I would never date this girl because she looked like she could be full of shit.
It’s amazing how life works. Sometimes things seem one way, and when time goes by, the actual picture presents itself to you. It was two months later, and once again, now totally out of my shell and practically oozing confidence, I once again found myself in Beaulah.
This time we found that we were both single, with an added benefit of not having her friends around, giving us plenty of time to focus on one another.
I could feel the attraction between us- it might not have been in the form of sparks like one sees in the movies, but it was in the realness of the intense pull we found between us. The intensity was so strong that we progressed to something resembling a friendship, socializing in everyday life, away from Beulah, but the socializing proved not to be enough for us. I knew that my life would never be the same again.
Valentine’s Day arrived, and what used to be just another day for me turned into the best day of my life- a day where my perception of love would forever change, all at the hands of this one special lady.
She asked me to be her lady with a short and sweet poem, accompanied by chocolates, a single rose and the ugliest, but what would become the most special, teddy bear I would ever own. I was in love, and my future finally looked brighter.
Fast forward two years and seven months later, and you’ll find two women who are absolutely smitten with each other, our love has only grown, and this, minus any home-wrecking, mixed signals, sexuality-questioning, our love and connection being a wonderful mixture of purity, spirituality and a love that knows no bounds. We are one of countless same-sex couples who share a story of true love- not the first, and most certainly not the last.
I eagerly await to hear of , read about or watch the other amazing lesbian love stories that I just know are out there.
Edited by: Tara Johnson
