Tuesday, September 17, 2013


Boy-Crazy But Curious, Dating While Disabled, and Introducing Parents to Your "New Norm"

I've always identified, both to myself and to others, as straight. There were times when I thought about other girls as a young girl, but then read in some magazine or other that this was "totally normal! Just a passing crushphase!" and I brushed it off, as seems to have happened to some other readers.

The thing is, during my, uh, (oh dear this is quite personal) ALONE TIMES, the only thing which seems to pop into my head and turn me on is LADIES. But sort of in a older women younger girl, oh we're two girls at a sleepover and what's even happening sort of way. And then afterwards I lie there like, "what just happened? how did that pop into my head?" Which would all send quite a clear message about my true sexuality, if not for the fact that I have absolutely no interest in a proper lesbian relationship. My current self (writing this) is bemused that I have ever found two girls doing it to be an exciting idea. I sort of have to work to get into that headspace, but once I do, nothing works better, if that makes sense.

The thought of a loving partnership with a woman doesn't do anything for me in the same way that I get all excited and happy about the thought of one with a guy. Also, my friendships with girls are really intense and important to me and I wouldn't want to mess them up. Furthermore, I don't think I have ever in my "rational" state of mind thought about a girl in a girlfriend way or a I-really-want-get-in-her-pants way. In fact, I have strong physical reactions to guys. I get that warmth rushing up from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my head feeling when I talk to a guy I have a crush on.

Also, I don't have much sexual experience. The experiences I have had have all been with guys, and they didn't do much for me. But these experiences were more along the lines of being a little tipsy and wanting to test the waters and not even going all the way. It was never in a state of mind of being fully present and committed and really aware of the other person. But basically, while I'm doing sexy things, all I want is a lady, while my day-to-day self has even been called "boy-crazy" by my peers!! What the heck is going on?

You didn't include your age in your letter, but I'm guessing that you're quite young, mostly because of the word “boy-crazy.” Once you reach a certain age—the specific age varies by region but is generally between 16 and 19 years old—people en masse stop calling girls who really like boys “boy-crazy” and start calling them “slutty.” (Reasons for this include: sexism, double standards, the patriarchy, Rush Limbaugh.)

That being the case, you're probably still in high school, or college at the outside. At your age (really, at any age) it's not that strange to be more than a little unsure what's going on in your heart/ vagina. It's complicated in there, dark full of twists and turns and valves and childhood traumas and dreams and contradictions and embarrassing porn. The best, wisest, and most self-aware among us can rarely do better than to piece together a tenuous pattern out of the chaos and slap a name on it. And don't trust anyone who tells you that figuring out what to call yourself is the easy part. I got a master's degree in less time than it took me to settle on an appropriate label for my sexuality.

So, what the heck is going on? I don't know any better than you do; you're probably just going to have to figure it out as you go along, and that's fine. You might be a really deeply closeted dyke, so closeted your brain can't even tell you about it except when you're flying solo. You might just be a straight girl with a mildly unorthodox fantasy life. You might be somewhere in between.

Kiss some boys while you're sober and see if it does anything for you. Kiss some girls, too, for the sake of comparison – not the ones you have intense, important friendships with, though, because that gets weird. If it's not working out, do something else. Maybe you'll never be attracted to a girl in real life, but you'll always think about lady-sex during your alone times. That's fine! In real life I've never even met Samira Wiley.

Hopefully one day your heart and your vagina will see eye-to-eye, as anatomically improbable as that seems. But even if they don't, you'll find a way to negotiate their disagreements and create the relationships that work for you, whether that means loving, committed, sexless partnerships with men, no-strings-attached sexcapades with women, a combination of the two, or something totally different. Don't worry too much about whether you're gay or straight; just worry about being you, as fully and fearlessly as possible.

Ok, so I am 29 and queer and not very sexually experienced. I just got over my First Relationship With a Lady, which ended a few years ago. It was my first relationship with a lady for all kinds of complicated reasons (like taking a long time to figure out my heart/ vagina pined for ladies), but mostly because I have a chronic illness and dating is hard in a small city when you can't go out clubbing. Now I am ready to date again, but the problem is I am even sicker than I was when I was dating her. I am confined to the house and to bed most of the time, in fact. I'm a part-time wheelchair user. My illness goes up and down, but I have never been this disabled before—in the past I could go out and meet people and lead a semi-normal life.

Anyway, I've signed up to an internet dating site in the hopes of meeting someone/s, but I have a couple of questions.

First, I don't feel like much of a dating prospect. Living with an illness is really fucking hard sometimes, and dating someone who's sick is harder. I don't get a choice, but they do. And it's a lot to sign on for. They can walk away, and they do. It caused the lady I dated incredible grief and pain to watch me suffering. She missed doing normal relationship stuff with me, like dancing and going to the movies together and standing for more than five minutes. I am OK with my illness, but it broke my heart to see her so not OK with it, and it ended up breaking us up.

So I'm wondering, is someone who has limited sexual and romantic experience, who can't leave the house, who can't sit up for very long, and who likes and wants sexytimes but is too limited/ fatigued to have many of them genuinely someone a lady would want to date? I know in the abstract the answer is obviously yes, of course! Everyone who is not a complete asshole is dateable and should be able to date if they want to. Severely disabled people can totally have relationships! But in the real world, really, realistically, when confronted with the reality of it and how really hard it is, would they? Just how hot/ smart/ funny/a wesome do I have to be to overcome the drawbacks?

Second question. Since online dating is my only option, when do I break the news about my illness? Do I put it in my profile? My experience in the past is that I get exactly no replies when I do that (maybe I worded it wrong? How do I word it right?) Or should I wait until a prospective date and I have chatted a bit? If so, how do I break it to her? Do I just casually slip it into conversation, like, "Speaking of cat pictures, have you heard of this unpronounceable autoimmune illness? No? Well I have it, lol! No but really I HAVE THIS DISEASE." Or do I wait until she really likes me and wants to meet me, and then have a BIG SRS talk with her?

In the real world, severely disabled people can and do have happy, loving, fulfilling relationships. They can also have totally fucked up, miserable, unhealthy relationships and sexually satisfying but emotionally empty flings and brief torrid affairs that leave them with years of psychological baggage and, well, the whole broad range of terrible and wonderful things two human beings who have seen each other naked can do to each other. Your disability absolutely does not preclude you from finding the perfect woman to love deeply, emotionally ruin, or be emotionally ruined by.

There are so many people out here in the world trying to find love, hoping desperately that there's someone out there who will laugh at their jokes and kill their spiders and remind them to get the oil changed. There are so many people who have what you need, and need what you can give them. You already know that you'll be incompatible with some of them because of their attitudes toward disability; you'll probably be incompatible with others because of their politics or their work schedules or their inexplicable distaste for Japanese food. But for many, many women—not just one “right woman” who is destined to be yours, but lots of women who have the potential to be right for you in all manner of unique and surprising ways—your disability will not be a drawback. It will simply be one of the many aspects of your relationship that you figure out how to navigate together.

Sure, it's not always easy to date someone who is in pain or whose mobility is limited, but you know what? Relationships are never easy. They're just worth it or not worth it. Your job, now that you've gotten over your first Big Gay Heartbreak, is to get out there and find someone who's worth it.

Which is all well and good, but how the hell do you find her? Online dating is obviously a struggle, but there are at least a few ways you can improve your odds. One possibility: use a dating site specific to people with disabilities. There are a Jesus-load of them, and I have no idea which ones are good and which ones are terrible, but maybe some of our amazing commenters have some experience separating the wheat from the chaff and will share it with you. Otherwise, you may have to spend some time on a few of them and see what's good—the online equivalent to going to a bunch of different bars in a city you've just moved to, so you can figure out which one is cool and frequented by people you dig, and which one is sketchy and best avoided. On a disability-specific site, you'll be able to get the “I have this condition” explanations out of the way up front, without worrying about scaring people off or being drawn into a lengthy and annoying Ableism 101 conversation, and you can get right down to the nitty-gritty of discussing which Azealia Banks song is the best.

You might also try one of the many dating sites that caters to specific interests or hobbies. On the big sites like OKCupid, the sheer volume of options can be overwhelming, and people may be skimming past you for superficial reasons before they really take in all you have to offer. In a smaller space, however, women may be more open to seeing you not just as a wheelchair user, but as a fellow Christian/ knitter/ Bears fan/ anarcho-feminist. It could give you a jumping-off point for talking about other things without feeling like you're hiding an aspect of yourself.

Finally, if you do hit it off with someone who doesn't know about your disability, try not to either hide it or force it to the front of the conversation; just let it come up naturally. For instance, when she asks “What do you like to do on weekends?” you can say “Well, I have this autoimmune condition, and it keeps me from going out much, but I like to do [x] and [y]. If you wanted to hang out sometime, maybe we could [z]?” Think of it not as a horrible revelation or a Big Serious Talk, but as one of many things she's learning in the exciting process of getting to know you.

So here's the deal. I'm not nearly as badly off in the I-came-out, my-parents-rejected-me department as I know so, so, so many people are. My parents still love me, they remind me of that a lot, they still take an interest in my job search after college, they kept their loan to me for my MA, that sort of thing.

The problem is, when I told them I was not only gay (mentioned it to my mother first, so she even had a few days to think about it), but that I have a girlfriend, my mom freaked.

I mean, my dad was doing internal freaking that he's kind of shared with me since, in a very grown up, calm, productive sort of dialogue that I appreciate so much. But my mom just freaked, sobbed—something I've never seen her do even at funerals—and wailed a whole bunch of guilting (what about my grandchildren??), panicked (but you were going to marry [my ex], you're going to end up middle aged and alone! *for the record, I'm 22.*) and downright homophobic things that I never saw coming. My parents aren't super conservative, they aren't religious, I thought both of them would be as cool as my dad was who just said "well alright then" and smiled and kept his worries to himself for the time being. Friends I've grown up with were shocked as well at the behavior.

It would be incorrect to say my mom and I have fought since this, more like there have been some more wailing sessions with me staring helplessly at the phone with nothing to say but, "well... I still love you." Things have calmed down a lot, a looot, with a couple conciliatory conversations. It pretty much boils down to 1) I'm gay and 2) their little girl is growing up, and there's not much I can do about either of those things so some adjustments on the part of the parental relationship are necessary.

But conversations still fill me with dread no matter what the topic is.

I told my parents something of my life, and that was the reaction, so now I stick to superficial things. True, they don't need to know everything, but I can't even tell them that my girlfriend got into her MA program and I'm so excited and that she's the one I'm moving in with after grad school. And they haven't asked. I don't tell them the events I go to since several are LGBT, I don't even call them more than once a week (and even that gives me anxiety) because I just... don't trust that it won't result in screaming and crying or more proof that despite being well-educated and loving they carry some very homophobic sentiments. And I thought I knew my parents, and clearly didn't, so... Trust issues.

My question, Queer Chick, is how do I built a Real Adult Relationship with my parents from here on out? I don't expect things to be 'how they were', but I'm fuzzy on what the 'new norm' could look like. How do I introduce them to my girlfriend without hostilities? How do I avoid having a panic attack when I tell them if I get engaged? How do I even manage to have normal conversations weekly?? Not get a lurch in my stomach whenever my mom texts me? Not have the urge to hide in a hole during the holiday season I'm so uncomfortable walking on eggshells pretending everything's hunky dory to not upset them? I'm not angry, I don't have a grudge–I get it was a shock–I love them both very much. I've been an adult, stepped up, but there's this road block of total lack of trust in anything they say. Where once their offers of post-graduate help with things like moving would have been my first choice, now they're my last resort because I'm half expecting them to be withdrawn when I tell my parents where I'm living.

Help! Does it just take time, longer than several months?

One of my favorite useless-yet-obscurely-comforting platitudes is: It takes as long as it takes. There is no set timeline for how soon your relationship with your parents will be mended. All I can tell you is that it should be possible, eventually, if everyone involved is doing their part.

To be clear, “everyone doing their part” means that your parents work to earn your trust back, and you work to make it available to them. You didn't do anything wrong in coming out, so you have no atoning to do; your contribution to the healing of your relationship is to be open to them when they make amends. You believe them when they say they're sorry, and you help them as they try to do better. But, of course, that only works if they're genuinely sorry and trying to do better. If your mother still thinks that her reaction to your being gay was right and proper—if she stands behind her screaming, crying, panicking, guilting, and generally throwing a tantrum—then there is no way to build an adult relationship with her, because she is not behaving like an adult.

If your parents, and especially your mother, have apologized and indicated a desire to be part of your life, take them at their word; tell them about your weekend plans, introduce them to your girlfriend, let them help you move. Breathe through the anxiety, and keep telling yourself that it will get easier with time, because it will. Each time your parents don't respond with shouting and tears to the mundane details of your gay-ass life, the urge to run away and hide in a hole forever rather than answering the phone when they call will become incrementally smaller.

But if they're not actually trying, if the work of healing is entirely one-sided, if they're re-opening those barely-closed wounds every time you speak to them... then they are behaving childishly, and it's time to start reacting in kind. Speak slowly and clearly, and let them know that you are not willing to give in to their demands, no matter how much they yell and throw animal crackers across the room. You can have a conversation with them once they calm down and start using their indoor voices. But they need to understand that they have only two options, going forward, and neither of them is a straight daughter. They can have a gay daughter who loves them and wants them around, or they can have a gay daughter who isn't part of their lives at all.

I was burned pretty badly in the past by my first and only relationship that happened less than a year ago. I finally put myself out there to date earlier this year and met someone new who I was not only immediately attracted to, but was also attracted to me. That has never happened. Success! Well, after a just a few dates (that included sex) and texts, I finally spent the weekend with zir (we live about an hour away from each other by public transit). That weekend seemed really great but I already noticed some issues. One, I'm introverted and shy, they are the complete opposite. Two, my first meeting with zir's friends was a disaster (in my mind) because six unknown people, noisy restaurant, new city all within 30 minutes of arriving = sensory overload that forced me into silence and left me so profoundly uncomfortable that I wanted to cry. I should have said no but when I said okay to going, but when I said yes I didn't expect us to stay there for, what felt like, hours. I acknowledge my fault in this.

By the end of the weekend, ze asks to talk and tells me that they can't see us together. That the distance killed the desire and I'm just too quiet for zir, but that "I still think you're a really cool person and I would like to remain friends with you... and I really like having sex with you." I'm sure I'm making this person sound like an asshole when I silently appreciated how honest yet gentle they were being at the time. I quickly said, "Friends," and told zir that I do not have sex with my friends. I told zir that I believe it leads to trouble (and for me, it has). Ze accepted that I would just be platonic friends with them and even hugged me goodbye when I got back on the train. Since then, I have distanced myself from them.

I've been thinking about this because honestly I am torn. On one hand, I did enjoy their company. Ze is very sweet and kind of like a puppy—always trying to make someone happy. But on the other hand, I knew I was hoping for more and that it was smart to agree to be only friends. At the same time, it's like, you just told me that I'm too quiet, so why would you want to be friends with someone who is so different from you? I also felt disrespected because they were basically telling me that I will never be considered a romantic option, only a sexual one — or at least that's how I approached it. I don't like the idea of only being wanted sexually; I think it's insulting. We had sex earlier that morning and they were quieter than usual later on that day, which I had noticed but, at the time, I didn't know why. It's like they woke up knowing we weren't on the same wavelength, but that morning I was feeling good and offering sex so I guess it made sense for them to take it.

We texted a week after that—really, ze texted me first and I replied. I kind of didn't want to reply, though. We're friends on fb and they rarely make status updates, however, I sometimes see zir liking mine.

I'm still very new to navigating relationships, especially queer ones because I have only been out since last September and like I said, I've only been in one relationship. One side of me thinks I'm doing the right thing in completely pulling away because I'm protecting myself and ze was just being nice in offering to be friends. The other side thinks I'm being too judgmental and that I shouldn't have been so quick to write the person off. I've always thought the "Let's just be friends" thing was some kind of cop-out and never took it seriously, but the queer community is full of people who slept together or were in relationships and then broke up, and they somehow managed to be friends afterwards. It's really difficult for me to understand.

Which side do you agree with? Or do you maybe agree with a combination of both?

Just because a lot of queer people are friends with folks they used to sleep with doesn't mean that you have to be. You get to decide what kind of relationships—including friendships—you want to be in, and it's fine to pull away from the ones that don't give you what you want. If being friends with someone for whom you have unrequited romantic feelings is too difficult, don't do it. It's not a question of doing the “right” thing, it's a question of doing what's right for you.

But other people get to decide what kind of relationships they want, too. If you want different things, and decide that it's best to go your separate ways, that's fine, but it doesn't mean that anyone has done something wrong. Some people don't work as partners, but make great friends and lovers, and some things that would be dealbreakers if you were dating are perfectly charming in a friend-with-benefits. There's nothing inherently disrespectful or insulting about wanting a sexual but not a romantic relationship. It would be insulting if they tried to cajole you into sex after you said you weren't interested, or guilt-trip you into remaining friends, but it sounds like they've been nothing but respectful of your boundaries.

Don't second-guess yourself; if you're happier not seeing them than you would be as just-friends, you did the right thing. But try not to hold a grudge against them, either. They were doing the right thing for themselves. You just didn't turn out to be right for each other.


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beautiful and rather brilliant. . . '-}@v


Hm. LW1 sounds a bit like a friend of mine, who has settled on identifying as a panromantic homosexual. For a long time she thought she was asexual because she wasn't interested sexually in the men (man, really) with whom she was in love and was engaged to at one point, but then she started to date ladies and realized that she definitely wasn't asexual. But she does still have romantic feelings for guys (in addition to ladies).

tl;dr Sexuality is complicated, so don't feel bad if it takes a bit to figure out where you stand!


@@serenityfound Yeah, one of my first thoughts in reading that letter was that there can be a difference between romantic attraction and sexual attraction; you can want to fuck people you might not actually want to date, both on an individual level and on a larger group level.

Quinn A@twitter

I really want to send AQC's response to LW3 to my mother.

I won't, but I want to.


@Quinn A@twitter Likewise. Maybe a cross-stitched pillow with "my sexuality is not about you" on it for Christmas.


LW3, you and your parents sound a lot like me and my parents, lo these many years ago. This may or may not apply to you, but I will tell you that if I could go back in time, what I would say to myself is the following: You think you are not angry only because your rage and hurt at these people you love is so intense that you will not allow yourself to acknowledge it.

I would really recommend that while you follow AQC's excellent advice on thinking about and dealing with your parents, you also think about seeing a counselor or therapist, if you can. I mean, maybe you don't need to and you're totally fine and you'll manage this transition period in your life easily. But I wish I had seen someone much earlier than I eventually did - it would have saved a lot of trouble in the end. There is a lot of cognitive dissonance in discovering that sometimes, the lovely, supportive people who are most important to you can also act like dramatic, mean, cowardly assholes. It's worth considering.

If it helps, things in my family are fine now, but it was a rough couple of years. I wish you well!



@Mira I have no experience with coming out, but I have experience with a deeply troubled family and parents acting very badly. Your comments about rage are so apt.

In my experience time + persistence can change almost any emotional landscape. I made a decision to work really hard on myself, and expect little from my family. For years I had to tell myself, over and over again, that I was good, and fine, and that my choices are my own and I am ok with them. And lo and behold, after a lot of time, we have figured a way to be a supportive family again. But it took years.

I'm Right on Top of that, Rose

@Mira Yes. See a therapist. Also, coming out is a conversation, it's not just a one-time event. It evolves. When I came out to my folks, it was pretty traumatic. They...did not react well. I'm unsure where I got the ovaries to just assume I'd be fine - fuck 'em if they can't take me for who I am! - but I knew I'd have to rely on myself to let myself know that I am OK and worthwhile and good.

LW3, you are OK and worthwhile and good. Our parents are who they are, and it takes time, like AQC said. It took years for my mother and I to have one-on-one conversations that weren't about homosexuality; it was just something I bore.

You know how they say pressure makes diamonds? It's true. And what happens when you shine light through a diamond? RAINBOWS.


@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose

So, what you're trying to say is....



Having MS sucks...dating with MS sucks even more...but guess what, I got my butt out there because I wasn't going to let it control me. I worried about when to tell my date but I didn't have to. He had read my blog when we first started talking and it was kind of like "oh, wow, that takes the stress off having to explain this." He had lots of questions about it because he had no idea what it was. We dated a bit but it eventually ended (not because of my MS but because he wasn't very honest). To be honest, dating wasn't all that fun before for me but I still do it.

Sella Turcica

@thelovehater I don't have MS but I have lupus (SLE). I use a cane from time to time. I have gone out dancing (well, with people who were dancing) with my cane.
I've also done the online dating thing, the blind date thing, the random hook up thing.
What eventually worked for me was taking the time to get to know my partner really, really well. He knew about my disease up front, he wasn't about trying to baby me or fetishize it and he wasn't after me for my painkillers.


AQC! I thought you were gone! I'm glad you are not gone!


Kind of a huge leap to suggest that LW1 might want "loving sexless relationships with men", isn't it? She says that she does have pantsfeelings when she talks to men she likes, she just hasn't had a fulfilling sexual encounter with one yet. I didn't have anything really resembling a satisfying sexual encounter until my third partner.

Maybe I'm just grouchy because I'm 26 and describe myself as boy-crazy, so QC hurt my feelings. The rest of this is all fantastic.


@paddlepickle I am also boy-crazy at 27, and by most definitions (nb: not my mother's) I am not slutty in the least!


@paddlepickle But I don't think that AQC was saying that "boy-crazy" is a bad thing!

I think that she was just saying that society tends to reserve that term for younger women. The term has a light-hearted, innocent, and fairly sanitized feel to it that I think many people are loathe to apply to women out of their teens. I think once a woman hits an age where she's obviously old enough to be desirous of mutual loinly tingles and sexy hair-pulling, people stop viewing her desires indulgently and start labeling them negatively. I think AQC was noting this common cultural trend, not ascribing to it.


A Queer Chick's advice to is amazing and wonderful as always, but I would also add to LW1 that sometimes there really is an unexplainable gap between what you actually are into and what you fantasize about. And that's ok and not weird and doesn't mean you're closeted! (I mean, you MIGHT be, and that's cool, too). I say this as a certified lesbian who sometimes fantasizes about men, but finds sleeping with them pretty damn unappealing.

Also, I think as you get more sexual experience, your fantasy life/real sex life start to sync up a bit-- when you're just starting to explore your sexuality you don't have many created memories to extrapolate from, and you don't actually have real-time feedback about what makes you feel good with another person, so you sometimes default to generalized erotic situations. That is my amateur assessment based on my own experience, anyway.


@Florence Thinking about stuff you're not doing in real life seems to me like the whole POINT of fantasy-time. For me, it's all gangbangs, which I couldn't even begin to be bothered to do in real life. (Seems like there'd be a lot of admin.)


@Florence I really like your "amateur assessment" and totally agree with it. The kinds of things I fantasize about have almost no connection to the things that turn me on in bed/life... and that surprised me when I first started having sex. I have specific alone-time turn-ons and specific sexy-time turn-ons.


@questingbeast Hahaha I was reading Florence's comment thinking "should I disclose my gangbang fantasy?". And there you were! Yeah, I fantasize about degrading gangbangs that I'm 99.9% sure I would really hate in real life.

Chesty LaRue

@RNL I know I'm real late to this party, but I think part of the attraction of lesbian pron is that the actors at least pretend to be enjoying themselves, there's lots of touching/kissing, etc. TONS of straight porn is like, "hey baby," clothes off, 5 minutes of blowjob, then hard banging in various positions for 20 mins, then he blows a load on her somewhere. Which, whatever, but there is SO LITTLE EMPHASIS on the lady that it's ridiculous. And when you're a lady trying to get turned on, that is usually... not going to do it. So, I can see why looking at ladies who like to do things to each other would be better.

I will join you in looking at that gangband porn, though, or like the ones where there's a huge orgy? Yeah.


@Chesty LaRue Gang-watch gangbang porn?

Chesty LaRue

@RNL Good call, maybe the gang-watch will lead to a gangbang of its own...?


I still call myself boy-crazy at 26...


@redheaded&crazy not in like a pedophile way though, promise.


@redheaded&crazy We don't really have a good grown-up equivalent. Man Crazy?


@MrsTeacherFace right?! It just doesn't do it for me.



@redheaded&crazy GingerNut, you're Grint-crazy. :)


@wee_ramekin troof


It's said a lot on this site but LW1, what gets you off in your head doesn't necessarily have anything to do with what gets you off in meat space. Especially in a world infused with the male gaze.

Maybe you want to diddle women maybe you don't. Don't worry about it. Like AQC says, try it sober a couple times.

That said fuck it, labels can give you a sense of community or a sense of control, but don't worry about trying to put a name to "what's going on" just roll with it, maybe a nice one sentence description will come out maybe it wont.


LW4, I can't tell whether you actually want to be friends with your ex. If not, like AQC says, that is okay. People don't have to be friends with their exes, even though there is a little more pressure to be in the queer community.

But if you do want to be friends and are just weirded out by the whole "but you broke up with me because I'm quiet" thing: there are a lot of traits that I don't mind in my friends, and don't dislike about my friends, that I do not want in a partner. For example, I have some friends who aren't very communicative about their needs, which, for the sake of hanging out and doing stuff together, is totally fine. But I know that for my Partner, I want someone who will be very straightforward about their needs. Similarly, your ex might know that ze needs someone who is gregarious and willing to be thrown into (potentially awkward) social situations often as a partner, but wouldn't require that of/inflict that on a friend.

This was a long way to say: what we look for in a partner is different from what we look for in a friend, and so if you want to be friends with your ex, that's okay too!


@SarahP Why do you think there's a little more pressure in the queer community to remain friends with exes? Just curious.

I don't feel like there's pressure to do this in the straight "community" (heh), but that there is some glorification of people who can and do stay friends with their exes. They're so carefree and open! Gosh they were just such good friends and they handled the breakup so diplomatically! So mature! Whereas those of us who like to brood, talk shit, cry and wallow are somehow less-than. I like the idea of staying friends with my exes, but in practice it just isn't that fun to go get coffee with someone who broke your heart.


@faustbanana I think there's some pressure to do so within the queer community because in a lot of places (all? the places?) the queer community is smaller than the straight one. So you're very likely to still be moving in the same circles, know the same people, and be fishing from the same dating pool.

That's not always true, but I think that's a good part of why queer folks might feel that way.


@faustbanana What ramekin said. It's definitely an issue in smaller college towns. Harmony among exes is encouraged because in a lot of cases, people end up dating the exes of exes, and there's drama potential there that everyone obviously wants to avoid. Sometimes it's as simple as "there are so few queer folk in this town that I'd like to keep my bridges intact in case we both need to get laid". I've seen that happen.

There is however a bit of the "u-haul lesbian" stereotype mixed in with the idea and in that sense, it's probably unfair.

In general, though, I think this is the thing - there's the breakup and then there's the relationship after the breakup. I think people should not, as a matter of course, let the manner of a person's breakups, overly color perceptions of that person, be they messy or amicable or soul-shattering. You might continue hanging out or even living together and be on good terms from go, and that's fine. You may cut off all contact and shut down your facebook account and live off the grid for a few months, and that's also fine.

What people can be validly wary of is the pattern of post-breakup relationships that partners have. Specifically, if they aren't on speaking terms with any of their exes (especially if "crazy" is often used to describe them) that's generally a red flag. As Dan Savage would say (and this is one of those uncommon areas in which I think he nails it) they are the common denominator in all of their disastrous breakups, and it probably says something about them.

That's my 2 cents, anyhow.


@wee_ramekin That's exactly what I meant, thank you for saying it better than me.


@SarahP Hi! I'm actually the person behind LW4, and I had completely even forgotten that I sent in that post. Didn't even know it was answered until I ran across Autostraddle.

Anyway, I ended up deciding not to be friends with that person (I do not consider them to be an ex) and let our relationship fall by the wayside. I was waffling, yes, because as nice as ze was, I just felt that we were too different in personality. Plus, whenever I think of them, my mind tortures me by replaying that horrible night where I silently stared at the table for an hour and a half. It still bothers me to think about it five months later.

I do have to say that that (oh, English) stumble took the winds out of my sails, a bit. I'm still trying to get the hang of this whole dating thing...


Re: no. 2. I think one of the main issues with online dating is about whether to 'bother' seeing someone. Obviously in real life, if you really like someone then you'll find a way to get round them living 50 miles away/ having a kid when you don't/ working nights when you work days/ whatever. If you haven't been out yet and don't have any other data points, that seems like a faff. But if you have enough other info to think this person is better than the others, you're like 'No problem! I'll come to you! We'll do it when you can!' etc. I mean, I know this isn't an exact comparison and I hope this doesn't sound flip (I'm not trying to say a disability is like a slightly annoying work schedule), but if you let them know enough to know you're the person they should definitely be going on a date with, not leaving the house won't sound like a problem at all?


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LW3 - The other thing is that at 22 and fresh out of college, most people are renegotiating their family relationships anyway. You are not the only person your age in this position, regardless of orientation or anything else.

There are people who have very happy, healthy relationships with their parents, but don't talk multiple times a week. I'm one of them. This has to do with boundaries and expectations. Parents all go through this phase eventually where they have to accept that they aren't your only family anymore. Likely, you have a new family that you've chosen for yourself (friends, partner, whatever). Your parents will have to step aside and accept that they raised a woman who is capable of running her own life without calling them three times a week to ask what kind of dishwashing liquid to buy. Really, that was the point of raising you. :)


For LW1, plenty of people get excited by stuff that they don't really want to have happen. Maybe you're responding to the taboo-ness or the realm-of-pure-imagination-ness of it. So, it's all good -- maybe it's a way for your sexuality to explore new ground that your regular-brain isn't quite ready for, and maybe your brain is just responding to sexytime stimuli!


Hi LW2, I'm super late to the thread but I wanted to chime in anyways. I'm a chick with a minor disability who has done my fair share of online dating. I'm not in the same situation as you are but my internal dialogue is very similar. What no one ever tells you is that the mental part of having a disability or chronic illness can be just as hard as the physical stuff. Please be kind to yourself and remember 2 things: First, you are more than just your illness. (This is the part of AQC's advice I don't like. Don't feel like you need to start with a disability-centric site. If you want to, that's cool but there are great, compassionate ladies on many sites.) Second, anyone you date is an adult so they get to decide where their relationship thresholds are. I may be reading you letter wrong (or projecting!) but you'll shoot yourself in the foot every time if you start thinking about how you wish your partner was able to go dancing with their partner. Let them decide if they'd rather go dancing or be with you and then believe them.

As far as bringing up your illness, the people you tell will take their cue from you. I used to treat my disability like an STD and hide it from guys I was dating until having A Serious Talk with anyone I got to the sleeping-with stage. And almost universally the dudes were pretty freaked out. Now I'm my more relaxed about it. If it comes up, it comes up but I neither force the subject or hide it and so guys I date are much more relaxed about. I'm able to "pass" as able-bodied so my circumstance is much different than your but if I were you I'd probably work in a reference in the emailing-before-meeting phase. When someone asks you how your day was it's okay to say "Not great, I have X illness and so I was feeling a little Y. If you're curious about X you can feel free to ask and/or find more info on Z website."

Annnnd, I wrote a book. I guess I have a lot to say about this!


LW2, I highly recommend a sex blog called quizzicalpussy.com that's written by a disabled person. A lot of it is just focused on sex, but she writes some interesting things about relationships and pleasure in the context of pain and exhaustion. I have a chronic pain dealie that can interfere with dating and I found her perspective really helpful. Not a direct tip about dating, but I like hearing about other peoples' experiences...

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My mother didn't behave as childishly as your mother is doing, but it did take us about three years to reach a place where we feel fully comfortable around each other again (and one of those we were living in the same house!). I don't know if that will make you feel better or not.

But A Queer Chick is right - once my mother was willing to really talk about things, we could resolve our issues. What held us up so long was that she took awhile to admit what they really were and that she was having lots of feelings and judgement (we ARE religious, and she is conservative, so I was expecting this). Once we could name the issues, we could deal with them.

So I concur with A Queer Chick, basically. You can't do anything to help them until they are willing to talk about what their issues are, like it sounds like your dad is doing.

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