Blind Item #13
The walking blind items is back, just in time for the holidays. Over Thanksgiving she attacked another girlfriend. The two got into a fist fight that had our walking blind item sporting a cut on her cheek for a week after. She’s been threatening the girlfriend since, so the girlfriend doesn’t go to the police or press and spill details. Whoops.
Taryn Manning
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ReplyDeleteIf it's woman on woman violence, how do you know who is the bad guy? 🤔
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of the time...
ReplyDeleteYears ago, while back in my UMass-Amherst days, I walked into a S Hadley, MA bar to meet a friend.
We weren't there very long because just after arriving, another woman -- dressed in men's attire -- attacked a woman who was sitting at the bar. The woman at the bar was with another woman.
Apparently, the male dressed woman accused the woman at the bar of cheating on the man attired dressed woman.
My friend and I got out of the line of fire, leaving. As we headed to another bar, the friend said, that bar was a known as the Smith College lesbian hangout. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)
We ended up at another bar and played darts until we were drunk.
I forget how I got home that night.
Good times!
An old boyfriend of mine decades ago was raised by lesbians. I will never forget when we were going to meet his mother and her partner at the local lesbian hangout that he told me "When we are in the bar, just remember that you are dealing with 12 year old boys."
ReplyDeleteI remember thinking at the time "Does that mean that we gay men are like dealing with 12 year old girls?" Yes, Indeed it does.
Hilarious! I bet a couple of butch moms (with cowboy boots that would stomp your ass in the parking lot) might be exactly like two twelve year old boys sometimes. 😆😆
DeleteAgreed, Taryn Manning
ReplyDeleteLOL, Brayson!😂
Excellent stories DavidHowes and MissDavie!
Hot lesbo action belongs in magazines (maga-whats?) or video or what have you, not in real life. See, no matter how butch the top is, when the emotional templates of two women collide, the disorientation drives both of them over a cliff. That sullen boyfriend and his emotionally unavailable shit is necessary for women to pace themselves. Otherwise its a shit storm every night. That's why lezzies move in on the second date and break up a week later. There's no second gear when chicks eschew dicks. Next caller, please:
ReplyDeleteLol @ Substance D. My joke used to be that on the second lesbian date one of them was driving a U-Haul because somebody is moving in with somebody.
ReplyDeleteWomen, no matter how much they complain about it, love and crave the emotional distance of a man because let's face it...there's nothing hotter than an Alpha Male's emotional distance (and dick). Sorry but it's true. I don't believe that would have any effect or application to actual lesbians who are few and far between these days. It seems most lesbians today are lesbians of convenience or attention.
There's a lot of domestic violence with lesbians. Why???
ReplyDeleteWow, I have learned a lot tonight.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of lesbians...
ReplyDeleteCara deunibrow/ Ashley Benson...and, Benson brown hair? NOOOOO! fir such a pretty woman.
Brie Larsen (Captain Maevel, closeted), Taylor Schilling (bi), and Anna Paquin (married to a man for 10 years or so, but," bi") all have the same "masculine" facial structures.
HMMMMMM...
;P
Brie Larsen is straight
DeleteI had to split a butch dyke apartment in Bighamton once, when some violence about to break out. About 1996. Met upstairs butch at a bar, just shooting the shit, when she invites me to her place to smoke weed. I figure i'll pull the chick move of smoking all her weed then splitting w/o giving up my goods.
ReplyDeleteEnter door to the house, old victorian, she on the 2nd floor. The shorter fatter butch from first floor came out of her apartment and followed us upstairs. In the upstairs apartment, they start arguing while i have a cigarette and watch. I am nice & drunk. Then shorter one grabs my weed dyke by the shirt and slams her up against the wall. I say "hey if its gonna get crazy, i gotta GTFOH." Fire hydrant dyke looks at me and says "You better GTFOH, this is my GIRLFRIEND!"
I fumble w/ the old ass locks on the door, get to the stairs, one hand on the bannister, one on the wall and i am skipping down 2-3 steps at a time. Look at the door closing in with lots of momentum behind me and think "fuck it". One foot hit the floor, shoulder hit the door, door jam exploded and i didnt have to fumble with the locks.
Drove around drunk and lost for 20min. Stopped at a hole in the wall bar, bought a beer, took a leak, asked the bartender how to get to a strip club, back on the road to see some naked whores.