The story of she who shall go nameless is real, but cannot be told. I must have started it fifty different times, but because I care so much I just can't get it right. I have the words, but I don't have the words, they are in my heart, but I can't dig them out. They most likely should stay there anyway...and I know, I know SO much, that they must be ignored or forgotten, but they refuse to be😔I love a woman who does not love me: big deal, not to anyone else, but to me it really is and all I can do is just keep it to myself, steer clear of her whenever I can and be the mature woman I know I am way deep down inside.

How I feel when I am with my cat  :)

I have made SO many mistakes in my life, some of them worse, but none of them more painful than my not being able to let go of my feelings for a woman in whose world I have no meaning at all, not even the smallest of ones. I pray every day and still they stay.

One top of this and yet not really related because it is a different kind of pain and something I can manage better, no matter how frustrating and hurtful it is is a vent that may seem like something little, but is something big to those of who continue to be misunderstood by friends and family and even,in general, society...

I am tired of words like 'sexual minority' and 'sexual preference/orientation'...so sick and disheartened. I am a lesbian, yes, but I am also a virgin and I do not truly know what sex is. I do not consider myself a very sexual person, I am certainly not sexy or sensual in any kind of way nor am I considered that way by anyone else.

Until our society, both liberal and conservative, stop thinking of gays and lesbians in almost exclusively sexual terms there will never truly be any freedom from homophobia. I cannot not be a lesbian, if that makes sense, but I can not be sexual. I never have been and considering no one has ever seen me that way and I know nothing about (personally as opposed to reading about it) sex I most likely never will be. 

When it comes to gay people and statements (often said, I would like to think, with well-meaning intentions) like "I don't care what two people do in their bedroom") we still have a long to go in seeing gay people first as people who love other people. Sex, for many of us who are gay or lesbian, is secondary or most likely even further down the list of who we are.

I am not returning to blogging because I think I have anything important to say. There is so much I want to say that I should just keep to myself...but keeping things to myself feels so very lonely and keeping one's deep and loving and even pure feelings for another soul (feelings that must never, ever be revealed because they are not returned) to one's self is even harder and hurts even more.


That is just is one of many reasons why Henry, my cat whom I first met and just knew was meant to be in my life one very special day in June, is the best furry companion anyone could ever ask for and makes me smile, even on the worst of days. There are so many benefits to adopting a pet and bringing him or her into your life. And they bring so much goodness and light into your life you really have to wonder if it was not they who rescued you instead of the other way around.

One of the saddest things in the world is to feel, after years and years of thinking there is something wrong with your heart and that you have closed up shop for good to your emotions, you have finally met someone you could really and truly love only to discover that they can never be someone who could really and truly feel the same way back…

I am a complete mess, an absolute and complete mess and I need for it to stop. I love a woman whom I can never really know and cannot even be friends with. Yes, I am super attracted to her, but these feelings go way beyond that, way beyond. And being physically attracted to someone is really all moot, anyway, especially here in this one-sided emotional train wreck of mine. The only good that can come from my being so messed up in ‘those’ areas of my life is that it keeps me from wanting things I can never ever have. Even if she threw herself at me (which would NEVER happen) and hugged and kissed me, I still would not be able to go there.

Muddled as this sounds, this is how I can best explain it, with a horribly raw and embarrassing truth: I am drawn to her like I have never been drawn to anyone, ever before. On a different planet, in a different dimension, wherever I could actually have a chance with her (which is nowhere, really) I long to hold and kiss her. There: I said it. I am ashamed, but it is the truth: I long for her. Just reading that back to myself I have to laugh, I have never longed for anyone in my life before, never. It physically hurts how much I wish I could spend time with her. It hurts in my heart, it hurts in my soul and worst of all, it hurts all throughout me, in every bone and in every pore.

What are the the things that keep a person from being loved by the one they love? Obvious things aside, of course, like the immutable fact she does not love me (that does not even need to be said, it is so obvious) but, more importantly, the moral facts, like: she is happily married and has a family and a very full life, all of which is the way it should be and are the moral truths. BUT what are the things specific to me that keep someone, anyone, from loving me, that have kept me loveless all my adult life?

Where do I even begin? With my physical ugliness or my spiritual? With my awkwardness and (apparently, from what others have said) little girl appearance that is completely devoid of ANY kind of appeal, much less sexual? With the absolution conviction that even if someone COULD get past my appearance and other physical limitations, they would soon discover just how boring I am. My heart is breaking over all of this, but most, of all, it is breaking over how I do not even feel like it is alright for me to just care about her, even if it is only silently and from afar L

I feel so silly for crying over this as much as I do…silly because it is futile, silly because it is me we are talking about and silly because she would probably be full of horror if she knew.

I think it takes a certain level of sadness and wine to get at the heart of some truths and this is the truth I know with painful certainty: you not only have to accept that you are unlovable to the person you love, you have to move on and let go, completely. I used to wonder what was the difference between love and obsession and now I know with every cell within my body.

It is perfectly normal and okay to think a lot about the person you love if you are in a healthy and reciprocated relationship and she loves you back…THAT is love. It is not so acceptable (nor so normal) to continue to think about someone you love who not only does not love you back, but is not even in your life…THAT is obsession. It may genuinely be love (because I have never believed that love doesn’t count if only one person is in love) but it can become a very unhealthy one if you are in it alone and you never let go. Letting go does not mean you no longer love her, it just means you let go, period. And I HAVE to let go or I am going to completely fall apart.

Another thing that differentiates the two (and is HUGE) is this: the quality of the person who loves the one who does not love back…G, for instance, is so out of my league she is in another universe. I am not only not worthy of her, I am worthless, when I mentally imagine myself beside her in friendship or even just in comparison. And THAT certainly is not healthy  :(

And wine and sadness have made me realize something else: I do NOT want to feel this way any more.