There’s something that happens often within the lesbian community, and it’s called the “love-hate-love-hate-love-HATE” relationship.
This particular post has nothing to do with romantic relationships, though we all know the same label applies to those.
Once one …

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey …
Essentially, it’s an exploration into the longevity of drama – the “whatever happened to fuhgeddaboudit?” attitude – of lesbians in New Jersey.
There’s drama in …

Last night my girlfriend and I were invited out to The L Bar. For me, L Bar was an old haunt and a place where I had gone with previous (and current) significant others, and …

Stay with me here, this one’s a haymaker.
Perhaps you are who you associate with. Which would mean a great number of you are soul-sucking, life-failing, unstable, alcoholic, girlfriend-beaters. That seems to be the career choice …

Why do we as women (lesbians more often than none) sytematically find ourselves dealing with the same drama/bullshit?  Are we not well enough equipped or diginified to say fuck it?  This constant web of  “she said, she said” …

It’s unfortunate that sometimes in life we must wait an eternity for others to see the true colors some people possess.  Such is the case in this particular situation on which I am going to …

Hello again, it’s me, Ginger. Yeah, I know, it seems like ages since I’ve written anything redeeming. That’s because it has been. I’m making a devoted effort come 2011 to discuss just about everything. That’s …

Maybe being out for the last five or so years and living in the cesspool of drama that is the Jersey Shore has made me a bit jaded, but it’s been very clear to me …

I know I haven’t posted in a while due to some personal issues I’ve had to attend to but I feel the need to make a couple of important statements.  I’m fucking tired.  I’m tired of the bullshit.  I’m …

Missed the first part? Remedy that situation.
Cyberstalker began to send me messages that explained how good a girlfriend she was, that she never cheated, that she had loads of money and a Porsche and would …

I’m amused by the vast array of comments that people leave on Facebook pages.  The amount of time we sit there having conversations with people through another person’s page is obscene, or how about those …

I friended her first. We had about ten or eleven Facebook friends in common, and her current profile picture resembled the friendly Deko bartender (whose name I didn’t know) for whom I was searching in the …

I’m just going to ramble on about the bullshit day I had.  It’s 12:36am I can’t sleep and I just need to bitch and complain for about 20 minutes so I feel I did something …

Is it wrong … that I want to punch the closest bitch in the face?
Is it wrong … that I think your mom is hot and want to tie her to the bedpost?
Is it wrong …