About this deal
We’d stayed at one similar all-inclusive previously, an adults-only resort in Punta Cana we’d picked based off colorful pictures on a travel deal site.
I was so upset that she was going out of her way to not be around me and was giving all her attention to this woman.
She’d spent so long in more queer-oriented spaces, convincing herself for 15 years that she didn’t need lesbian-specific community.
When I kissed Lynette goodbye at our appropriately miserable reentry to the real world — Pennsylvania Station in Manhattan — I still wasn’t exactly sure what the hell I was supposed to do next. But as time went on, they got frustrated — understandably — and they suggested, as a reparative measure, that we open up our relationship.I would sleep in Alia’s bed that night and accidentally pat her butt in my sleep, my mind clearly deluding my body into believing I was still on the cruise with Lynette.
I tried to tell myself that lesbian bed death isn’t real, all the while heartily blaming myself for our increasingly diminished sex life. Eventually, after a few minutes of impassioned back-and-forth, the group’s conversation wrapped up more or less amicably.I brought my concerns to her several times about the intensity of her “friendship” and I got assurances every time that it was just that. Last year, I wrote up a BuzzFeed News/Whitman Insight Strategies poll in which we found that lesbians make up only 16% of the LGBT population in the US; younger women are much less likely than older women to identify as such.
