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I don’t care,” Lynette said, shrugging. She told me she’d lived on this earth for 53 years. She knew what she wanted. And now it was my turn to figure that out for myself. For the last stretch of our afternoon, we were dropped on a secluded beach at Nevis, where a few of us ferried beers and our new favorite drink, the very college-esque Panty Ripper (coconut rum and pineapple juice), from shore to the rest of the women waiting in the water. One woman stuffed a bunch of beers into her bathing suit and we cheered whenever anybody pulled one out. A couple women had GoPro cameras, with which we took a lot of increasingly drunken group shots while we swam. One of them was attached to a floating handle that looked very much like a big yellow dildo, which, once somebody pointed it out, kept sending us into hysterics. We all watched as she put on some music and did a strip tease, all the way down to fully naked, then she stretched out on the floor and spread her legs.

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I was the one who seemed to stress this rule the most. I warned my partner about it all the time: Don’t leave me. But they were confident that they’d always love only me; with other people, they assured me, it would only ever just be sex. Bonding is built into an Olivia trip, which, I realized soon enough, is basically like grown-up lesbian camp. “It’s funny, because on a normal cruise, you’re trying to spend as much time as you can away from other people,” Jamie would later put it. “But we’re all here precisely because we want to be around everybody else.”

At the Gen O meetup, the hairdresser mentioned that most of the paying customers on board are older women who’ve had an extraordinarily difficult time navigating life as lesbians; they deserve a space, she said, to fully be themselves. Maybe Olivia could do a specific queer-plus trip for trans people and gay men? Being in a space with “someone who looks like a man,” she said — horrifying me, Jamie, Matie, Dana, and a bunch of others — “can cause these women so much trauma.” Then somehow, all of a sudden, years passed. We became two professionals in our late twenties, living in our dream apartment on the top floor of a Brooklyn brownstone. We weren’t allowed to have pets, but, like good millennials, we had plenty of plants, and interests outside of each other: my roller derby, their ultramarathons. We were busy, stable. Happy enough. I just don’t understand some of these women,” she said, looking around the room at the joyful group of dancing lesbians. “Why do they insist on making themselves so ugly? I’ve never gotten the whole butch thing.” I planned to meet Dana in the ship lobby that morning so that we could wander around for a while before the event. When we set off into town together, she gently informed me that my whatever-it-was with Lynette had not gone unnoticed by the staff, who’d encouraged Dana to encourage me to spend more time speaking with other people and reporting on the ship’s endless entertainment options. I would go straight to my friend Dom’s house, not even stopping at home to shower first, where I told him that I was, indeed, having a quarter-life crisis.

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Logic, reason and rationale are not effective weapons against irrational, unreasonable people so do not rely on them. In fact expect that they will be of no use in this instance. Threat, intimidation and fear are the only real motivators for individuals of limited intellectual development. Those are the weapons that may work but even they are most times ineffective. In true reality you would probably be better served to D and move on but I do understand not wanting to take that difficult path. You see R as the easier path but in reality it is usually more difficult in the long run. It does however offer the BS the opportunity to postpone thoughts of breaking up the family. More often than not however, the WS offers so little to the BS during R that the BS begins to see D as the better option. In my relationship, I often worried that I was taking on the femme role to my partner’s masc — the Wendy to their Peter — in ways that weren’t always positive or healthy. My partner got frustrated when I mentioned what I thought were our gendered roles; they thought I was projecting straight bullshit into a queer space where it didn’t need to be. We were lesbian and nonbinary dykes; we were supposed to be beyond gender. She sad a Christmas party and stayed the night with this woman again. I am trying to give here space so she can figure out where she is in life but this was so hard for me to watch her leave at night knowing she was going to this woman’s house and confiding in her. She has told me that she needs here space at night as well when I am home but she is really on the phone with this woman until late hours of the night. She has stopped giving me affection and is not allowing me to give her affection.

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I said, ** no!....there are so many guys walking around here with at least half a ** because of the way you look in it! Later, when telling friends what had happened, I did laugh about it — one told me it sounded like something pulled straight out of The L Word, which, true — but I was also a little mad at that girl, and even more so at myself for being so sloppy. The consent element there was indeterminate; I had willingly gone along with the hookup, at least for a little while, though I remain uncertain about how much I really could have consented while drunk-peeing in a bathroom the size of a broom closet. I would write in my journal, the night before leaving: “There’s something so deliriously pleasurable in the idea of trusting myself enough to know exactly what I want.” I was captivated by what Eileen Myles told me at the time: “I know how to fight for what I want, to say no, when to wait. I’ve been in time for 65 years. I have a lot to share. That supposedly should only be in my teaching life — that’s not the case. It’s amazing on both sides to be able to share the world from different angles. It’s lively. It’s hot.” Being nice and giving her space will not cause her any angst and will in fact perpetuate her behavior since she is getting what she wants without any consequences. Actually your inaction is seen in her eyes as acceptance. Therefore, if you are to have any chance of saving your marriage you must set boundaries immediately and force her to comply. If she does not, then you must be ready to enforce them in a way that will cause her to experience loss. This is usually done with the threat of D but be warned that a threat without enforcement is simply of no value so you must be able and willing to move forward if necessary.