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Jamilyn and I have been together for a little while now, because of the nature of our relationship (LDR) we will spend 3 weeks apart and then up to 3 weeks together.

An accurate portrayal of our relationship.

An accurate portrayal of our relationship.

This creates a bit of a strange dynamic.

We’ve fantasized about what it would be like to live in the same city. I told her I’d come to her house and throw rocks at her window.

We could hang out whenever we wanted to but still have our space when we needed it.

However, that isn’t the case and probably never will be. When I visit or when she visits me we spend all of our time together, for better or worse tensions can rise.

Like every other couple, we have had some pretty ridiculous fights.


Jamilyn is an only child and I’m the oldest of 4 kids, so our ideas of “sharing” vary greatly.

Here are some of the ridiculous things we’ve fought about.

1. Chips

K, so my girlfriend and I love snacking. It’s not exactly a healthy habit, but its one that we both share.

The chips fight first began when she accused me of eating “too many” (she says “NO, ALL”) chips from the bag.


She accused me of this a few times before she decided that we would get separate chips. She would get a bag and I would get a bag. She refuses to share these chips.

She literally won’t even share one chip with me OR when she does she literally finds the smallest chip in the bag.

It still drives me nuts – THEY’RE JUST CHIPS FFS! But, I can respect that she hates sharing so now I just quietly steal a few chips while she’s at work just to be spiteful.

2. Her laptop

“You know those people that walk into a room and immediately act way too comfortable – that’s the way you treat my laptop.” – Jamilyn

Jamilyn has a job (unlike her unemployed loser girlfriend who steals her chips) so when she’s gone to work and I’m visiting, I use her laptop.

(I mean, we do use *my* Netflix.) 

Edit: No we effing don’t. We use MY Netflix most of the time until it starts to mess up. Also, I had Netflix first. She used MINE first. – Jamilyn

One time I downloaded Hola Unblocker (to watch Murrican netflix) while she was at work and she was miffed.

She said that she knew it came from a place of love, but to never ever download anything onto her laptop without her around again.

I do understand where she’s coming from, so I haven’t downloaded anything onto her laptop since then (I get her back with the chips).

3. Cuddling

Dating Jamilyn is sort of like dating a cat, and I mean that in both the sweetest and non-furry way possible.

If I’m on my phone, she starts cuddling me and begging for my attention.

If I want to kiss her and she’s not in the mood, she will go sit on the end of the bed and tell me to stop.

I’m a very affectionate person and Jamilyn is sometimes affectionate and other times she wants me to leave her completely alone.

It’s not even like she’s mad at me or annoyed (or so she says) but she just doesn’t feel affectionate on that particular day.

After crying a few times and questioning whether or not she really loved me (I’m a little dramatic) I’m trying to adjust and not take it personally because she is absolutely entitled to do whatever she wants with herself and her body.

I have nothing but respect and love for her, so I have to shift my attitude.

4. Helping out with chores

This one is ridiculous only because of how the fight plays out between us.

Jamilyn absolutely hates when I help with cooking and cleaning, she wants to do it by herself.

I feel incredibly guilty and weirdly oppressive if I do not help her with the cooking/cleaning.

It took me weeks to convince her to let me do at least the dishes (because she’s really slow at doing them).

She likes doing things in a particular way and I only get in the way when I try to help.

I’m trying to just sit quietly and let her take care of me, because I know its important for her to do things in her way.

It just kills me. 

5. Who gets to wear the plaid

I love plaid.

The last time I went shopping, this was all I bought.

The last time I went shopping, this was all I bought.

The first time I met Jamilyn, I’m pretty sure I was rocking a plaid shirt.

When the City & Colour concert I had bought tickets for way back in December (I was hopeful and it paid off) came around, Jamilyn messaged me:

jami-1 jami-2And so began the plaid debate, I tried to wear mine on the trip down to Toronto and she said to me “If you put that on I swear to god I am not sitting with you” with mock rage. I decided against wearing the plaid.

It seems that the concert has awoken in her a sense of hipsterdom that had lain dormant and now her plaid shirt seems to be her favourite, much to my rustic Canadiana style’s dismay.

I personally think plaid is my thing, but if she wants to wear it occasionally I guess that’s okay.

All joking aside, we’ve disagreed over many many things and I’m sure we will disagree about many more.

We’ve argued about more serious things as well, like jealousy and trust issues.

Fighting is awkward and painful, but its an inevitable part of welcoming another person into your life.

Jamilyn and I had a lengthy discussion about arguing the other night. She told me that it was okay, as long as our fighting did not turn toxic and malicious.

It may piss me off that she’s anti-sharing and pro-hogging the plaid, but I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone and she keeps me honest.

Look at that beautiful smile <3

Look at that beautiful smile ❤

Even when we fight, there is still nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

Do you have any ridiculous fighting stories? Share them in the comments 🙂

I want to start off by saying that by no means am I ashamed of being a lesbian.

I am happy to be in love and living my life as I see fit.

My girlfriend (the cute girl in this picture) is in the red jacket, I'm in the blue scarf.  Isn't she gorgeous?

My girlfriend (the cute girl in this picture) is in the red jacket, I’m in the blue scarf. Isn’t she gorgeous?

I have an amazing, kind, beautiful, smart, funny and supportive girlfriend who brings me a ton of joy.

I am, however, ashamed of the deep fear I have of showing any kind of physical affection to my girlfriend when its just the two of us and when we aren’t in a queer space (by that I mean at a queer event, or a gay bar).


When I first came out, I had absolutely no fear about public displays of affection.

I was bold, it didn’t matter who saw me or what they said. I wasn’t worried about what would happen to me or my girlfriends; I didn’t think anything could.

However, that feeling of security began to wear out.

When I had first come out, I had isolated myself. I spent my time either in the village or on campus. I was always surrounded by queer folk or queer friendly folk and if an odd incident happened we could have each others’ backs.

I kind of forgot that the world isn’t quite as open or understanding.

Firstly, the stares drive me nuts. I hate being stared at. People will stare at you when you’re holding hands with a girl. They will stare at you if you’re sitting “too closely” on the subway. They will stare at you if you’ve got your arm around her waist.

Click on the picture for the source.

It’s uncomfortable to be watched, even if it isn’t necessarily for a negative reason.

Next is men making comments.

“Yeaaaah that’s so hot.”

“You want to come home with me/us?”

“Yeaaaah keep going” (That one particularly grossed me out and I would always stop).

“Now I have something to think about later.”

“Hey, we have blow – you should come over to our house.”

“Why are you with her? You should get with a man.”

“You want to make out with my girlfriend?”

“Can you two make out again? We’ll buy you drinks.”

It’s disgusting. It’s totally disgusting.

You know, its one thing if my guy friends are joking with me and I’m joking back BUT these are strangers and those are all things that have actually been said to me in public with my girlfriends.

Last year I was out with one of my friends; she was sexually assaulted and when I stepped between them I was assaulted.

A grown man punched me in the face. It was not a homophobic attack (there was no reason for him to expect me to be gay) but it did shatter my false reality that the world was a safe place. I didn’t really think that people could be so violent with strangers (and that sentiment is coming from a place of privilege).

It made me very aware that people will physically harm people and it can be for no reason at all.

When you pile up the stress of dealing with rude comments with the potential for violence, it makes the “radical” notion of showing affection towards my girlfriend much harder to do.


I feel the need to change and to be less afraid.

I hold her hand at restaurants if we’re out with her mom, I will kiss her at house parties and I will dance with her if we’re at gay bars.

I don’t mind doing it if we have people around us who will help keep us safe.

But if we’re in public and alone, I get nervous. I look around before I kiss her (which kind of kills the romance).

Look at how cute she is? It's hard not to want to kiss her all the time.

Look at how cute she is! It’s hard not to want to kiss her all the time.

My girlfriend doesn’t push me, but I know she would like me to kiss her without worry.

She sent me this video and told me to go to 4:57.

Visibility is super important in our community.

I know it can be really difficult at times, but it helps to show the world that there are many of us and that it’s okay to be who you are. It can help younger queer people see that they are not alone.

It also helps make seeing queer couples more normal. It will help slow down the stares and the awkwardness if people become accustomed to seeing queer couples showing any kind of physical affection towards each other.

Last night we hosted a Coming Out Party at Glendon where we each shared our stories of coming out and our experiences. It was powerful and moving, we had over 20 people speak and it reinforced this need to continue to be visible and to be openly gay, even when its hard.

Be strong and be brave but don’t be stupid. Getting your head kicked in by some homophobic monster is not worth it, but if you can handle the annoyance and deal with some of the BS you will make it easier for other people.

I’m working on it.

To get really cheesy on y’all – listen to Bon Jovi killing it.

Last week I took a nice trip back to my high school – for my readers who are currently in high school, the idea seems perfectly normal HOWEVER I graduated back in 2009 so I’ve been out of high school since before you started it (there’s a scary thought).

I made a similar trip last year where I went and sat with their Alliance Gai-Hétéro (Gay-Straight Alliance [I went to a French high school woot!]) for a chat with the students involved about my coming out experience and gave some tips on TV shows with lesbians for the one out queer girl in the group.

Anyway, what I did this year was much bigger!

The AGH organized an entire afternoon of workshops and a panel discussion, so I headed back to good old Penetanguishene to join in.


The first thing I noticed was many of the teachers and some of the 12th grade students were wearing these really rad tie-dye shirts with an equality sign on them – just seeing the support for the day from the teachers and students was really powerful.

In the afternoon I helped out with a session called “Plac-quoi?”.

It was about “sortir du placard” OR as we say en anglais “Coming out of the closet”. We discussed how to be a good ally and be supportive. I shared a bunch of my experiences with the students.

Our session included a skit of a student reacting very poorly to their friend coming out. The scene was a frozen and then we had a discussion on how to better react in the situation.

We asked the students to share what they would actually say if one of their friends came out to them.

It was interesting because one of the first things every single group said to ask was “How long have you known you were gay?” and what I had recommended is if you are the first person they’re coming out to – it’s probably best to leave that question for a later date, since it can be a very difficult time emotionally. BUT it wasn’t a bad question.

Many of their comments were about how none of them would really care, many said it may take them a minute to adjust but there was nothing wrong with being gay and they didn’t have a problem with it.

One of the guys said “If you care then you are not really a friend”.

My heart pretty much exploded.

We just reinforced the point of asking who knows and if its okay to talk about it. In my situation, gossip lead to me being forced out of my home – I made sure to be clear on the importance of keeping your mouth shut when someone is coming out.

It was really heart warming to see all of the students and the way they reacted to the situation – none of them snickered or said it was gross or bad.

Sure they were bored, but it was a forced afternoon of sessions (I was one of those nerds who LOVED these kinds of activities, but I know some of my friends would have hated it) so its to be expected.

After doing the sessions, all 160(ish) of the students piled into the cafeteria and we did a panel. It was myself, a guy named Joel (super cool franco-ontarien dude) and then a divorced couple that had 2 children together.

What makes the divorced couple interesting is they were in a heterosexual relationship but the male partner came out as gay at 43 years old and while they had briefly a strained relationship (they were after all, married and then had to go through a divorce), they’ve become friends.

Anyway, once introductions had finished we were asked a few questions and we began by sharing our coming out experiences.

Luckily for Joel and the ex-husband, they shared that they had mostly positive coming out experiences and they said they have not faced any serious discrimination.

His ex-wife shared her difficulty in coming to terms with it, especially because they had been together, shared a life and two children. As she said to him “You had been hiding behind my skirt”. She said what made her realize she had to begin to forgive him was when her son cried and asked if he was going to end up gay and she didn’t want him to think being gay was a bad thing, so she began the healing process.

She shared some of the struggles, including her daughter being unsure of how to tell her boyfriend her dad was gay, so she initially avoided it by staying with her rather than her father who she lived with.

These are some of the struggles of a modern family.

Joel shared that he came out in his third year of university and when he went to speak with his mom she said “I know and I love you” but still cried about it. She was sad not because he was gay but because she thought being gay meant your life would be much harder (as many parents imagine it will be [including my own mother]).

My story is a little different, but since my youngest brother is still a student at the high school, I felt it best to not include everything.

I tried to maintain a realistic balance between good and bad. I wanted the students to be aware of the difficulty of coming out but also to realize how much of a positive and awesome experience it will be down the road.

I wanted them to understand the importance of acceptance, forgiveness and healing in what can be an incredibly difficult time. But this was also just my story, and there are many other roads that are far better and far worse.

I shared that it had been one of the worst years of my life but 4 years later, I am grateful every single day to be who I am, to be out and proud.

My many labels shape me, but they do not define me.

My many “labels” shape me, but they do not define me.

If you know me, then you would know I can get a little passionate (read: intense) when I talk about issues I care deeply about, luckily Joel was there to balance it out and make the students laugh.

It felt really good to come home and be reminded that it was a really great place to grow up and the spirit of inclusion in my high school still existed.

After the day was over, my 20 year old brother came and picked me up from the school. He teased me about the day and grabbed one of the 4 homemade cookies I’d received in my gift bag (perks of coming from a small town – you can trust the baked goods!).



Once I was home, I went straight into my room to process the warm fuzzies I was having about the day. I was thinking about how scared I really am of strangers and how my own assumption that the world is a scary and homophobic place may not be entirely true.

Then my brother, who is a student at the school, came in to chat with me.

Him: “Was today like awkward for you?”

Me: “Not really, was it for you? I was trying not to share too much about the family.”

Him: “No, I don’t really care. When they asked what your worst reaction was, I remembered what happened because I was there – but I figured you weren’t going to share it.”

Me: “Yeah, I thought it was best not to. Did you enjoy the day?”

Him: “Yeah, I mean like it was kinda boring to sit in the cafe for an hour and listen to you talk and stuff. Plus none of us really care anyway, the guys kept saying how they didn’t care as long as it didn’t affect them.”

Me: “True, that makes sense.”

Him: “By the way, what’s your girlfriend’s name? You should have told me sooner I shouldn’t be finding out a month later!”

I was going to try to come up (ah – see what I did there… sort of?) with a clever title for this post.

But it’s looking like I’m going to launch it with the working title.

I came out almost 4 years ago. It was one of the most difficult times in my life and I had no one I felt comfortable asking for advice.

I learned everything as I went along, but I wish someone had been there to tell me what to expect – I just kind of fumbled my way through.

So, with that in mind, I’ve decided to write down the advice I generally give to friends, colleagues and younger students.

It’s a “best practise” of sorts as you go through what could be one of the most challenging and freeing moments of your life.


1. Come out to yourself first.

Yo – realizing you’re gay is scary as SH*T.

I grew up in a somewhat homophobic family and the idea that I may be a lesbian really freaked me out.

I was definitely queer, in retrospect, but as a teenager I was so deep in the closet I wasn’t even aware of it.

I played lacrosse and hung out with guys all the time. I got somewhat awkward around pretty girls. I would feel (what I now know is) jealousy when guys would talk to some of my prettier friends and play it off as being “protective”. I even did this idiotic thing where I would drop my voice around girls and offer to lift things for them – but yeah… I was totally straight 😉

One morning I was sitting on the school bus listening to Pink and I was thinking “Maybe, I could be gay…” I instantly felt so uncomfortable, I’d let my internal wall down, I freaked out and thought “No, no way. Maybe like emotionally, but sex with girls… no.” After that little conversation I decided not to think about it for a while. (Yeah, I totally have internal monologues – judge me).

I saw a scholarship for LGBT* students when I was applying to university and I turned to one of my friends and said “I should totally just lie and apply to that” Haha…ha.

I left for Glendon a few months later, and during Frosh I actually walked into the LGBT* reception and ran out three minutes later…

I was constantly afraid of people thinking I was queer , which is generally the first sign that you are ONE OF US.

After that, I eventually met a girl and decided to give dating women a try – I haven’t looked back since. (When it comes to dating women, that is.)

Dating a girl didn’t instantly make me okay, in fact she had to deal with a lot of crap I probably should have tried to do on my own.

But, I did what I did – I just decided to come out because I felt like if I was comfortable enough to be intimate with a woman, I was comfortable enough to admit it.

2. Start by telling people who you know won’t freak out

This is key, the first person you should tell should be someone you are absolutely certain isn’t going to lose their minds, throw a bible at you or run away in fear.

Coming out can be hard and you want to have a solid support net built for you.

I started by telling one of my cousins. There was no fear there, she had gay friends, we were family so no fear of her having some kind of weird homophobic freak out.

I told my English teacher who gave me Angels in America to read and opened my mind to queer art. She’s one of the best allies I know.

When I started coming out to friends, I started with the guys.

I was less afraid of their reactions.

I think it was because I was telling them we had something in common. Whereas with my girl friends, I would be sharing something that made us different from each other.

I was lucky with my friends, because none of them were homophobic and they had pretty positive reactions.

I was not at all lucky with my family, but it felt good to know my friends had my back and could deal with my sadness.

I had lots of beer that summer, too. I don’t recommend dealing with things in that way – but it happens.

3. No one is going to keep it a secret

I know you’re dealing with heavy stuff and you want your friends to keep it a secret.

Unless you know for a fact that this is a solid, ride or die type of friend – they’re going to tell someone.


Most people have good intentions and are kind hearted. They may not be doing sharing your personal information to be malicious. But they love to gossip and you’d better believe they will.

Let me tell you a little story.

I only officially came out to my mom and a few close friends at home when sh*t really hit the fan.

My brother Mitch found out I was gay through one of his friends.

So Matt*’s mom told Jordan* I was gay, he then asked Mitch about it.

Yeah, some random f’ing woman from my town – who I did not know personally, who’s son was friends with my younger brother, had the audacity to run her mouth about my personal business before my family even knew.

Also, at that point I wasn’t really ready to tell the rest of my family, but I had to because I knew after that it would eventually get back to the people I didn’t want to tell and it would be far worse if it didn’t come from me.

My brother Owen’s friend Tyler*, ran up to him in the schoolyard and said “Your sister is a lesbian” the day after he had officially found out.

It still makes me really mad that people were gossiping about me in my home town, that I was clearly a topic of local conversation.

They’re a big part of the reason I wound up living with my grandma, they put me in a really terrible position.

It also reminds me that when people say “You’re shoving your lesbian-ness in everyone’s face” that in fact, other people were talking about my gayness before I even told them – so they were actually rubbing it in each other’s faces without my consent.

I do know some folks who are essentially only out at Glendon, so its self-contained.

What I mean by that is, they’re safe to be out at school, so they are, but they choose not to be out at home and the two are separate enough that they feel comfortable being themselves.

Just make sure you’re really ready for everyone to know if you’re going to tell one person. If you’re not  ready – maybe talk to a counsellor or a teacher, someone who’s confidentiality is legally assured.


If you’re an ally/friend/queer person reading this – you could help curve the problem!

When someone tells you they’re queer or questioning.


Just because someone is out in one place or with one group of friends – does not mean that they are with out with everyone.

People are entitled to their own levels of privacy and personal security, you have no right to mess with it.

I made that mistake once and I know I wound up hurting someone really badly, so with people’s dating situations/sexual preferences/gender presentations – check with them before you say anything.

*Names have been changed for obvious reasons.

4. Only come out when you’re safe

Don’t put yourself in danger.

Make sure you are stable and that you have some money put aside. You also need to be sure you have somewhere to live.

I only say this for those of you who know it’s going to be bad.

To be honest, right before I came out I was looking into youth shelters.

I know it can be painful to keep your truth a secret. Its exhausting.


We love you and want you to stay safe and alive.

I’m being very serious.

This is why I think people need to work on their gossip/lack of self control when it comes to their knowledge of a person’s sexual orientation.

It could be a safety issue.

But again, don’t assume everyone is going to be a homophobic jerk, some people will surprise you.

5. People will get invasive and ask you personal questions

This seems to be one of the reasons why people are reluctant to come out. It looks like you’re inviting people to ask about your personal life.

You aren’t.

But, people will still say things like:


“How can you be sure?”

“So what kind of girls do you like?” My answer was always: “Pretty ones.”

“Are you sure you’re gay?”

“When did you know you were a lesbian?”



“I think girls are pretty, does that make me gay?” This one makes me want to face palm.

“You don’t look gay.”

“You’re too pretty to be a lesbian.”


Just be ready for it, most of the time people aren’t trying to be mean.

They’re just genuinely curious because its something they don’t understand.

I personally choose to be really patient and nice with these people – but you don’t have to be.

It’s not your job to educate the world on what queerness is about and if you’re uncomfortable talking about yourself, being out isn’t going to change that.

These questions and comments become less frequent the longer you’re out, people have a tendency to get over it quickly, sometimes they just don’t know what to say once you’ve said “Hey, I’m gay” and they’re trying to be nice.

6. It may get better

It is SO much better for me now.

I feel very lucky.

I’ve made some amazing friends.

At this point, it no longer bothers me if people tell each other that I’m a lesbian – I’m no longer living in fear.

But, for some people I know – nothing has changed and things won’t get better.

It can be hard but I know for all of us, being honest with ourselves has given us a personal freedom that we didn’t have before. 

K, now for the fun part.


Option 1: Just say it

I mostly just told people. “BTW I’m gay.” Sometimes I framed it with “So, this isn’t easy for me to tell you” or “I don’t know how you’re going to react to this, but I trust you” and then I would tell them. It’s hard, but then you get a chance to actually see their reactions and explain yourself.

Option 2: Write a letter

If you don’t feel like being in the same room as the person you’re telling, a letter is a great option. It will allow you the time to properly think about what you want to say and how you want to say it.

Option 3: Write a song

Option 4: Update your Facebook status or tweet it

Well, that one is pretty self explanatory, the bonus is you don’t have to individually tell people.

Option 5: Bake a cake!

Cake + Letter!


I’m old school so I wanted to tell everyone in person. My friends/family who weren’t in Ontario were the only ones I told over Facebook, MSN and Skype.

But do you and say it however you’d like to.

In conclusion, take all of this with a grain of salt and do things your way. This is just my most recommended path and things to be ready for – because it can be a big scary homophobic world out there.

You are now ready to strut your stuff out of the closet!

You are now ready to strut your stuff out of the closet!

Just remember that you’re fabulous and I love you!


Here’s what wikipedia has to say on the subject: “Lesbians often attract media attention, particularly in relation to feminism, love and sexual relationships, marriage and parenting. Some writers have asserted this trend can lead to exploitative and unjustified plot devices.”

I’m not really sure what any of that means (it sounds like a line you put in your first year Women Studies paper, [that you didn’t edit]) – but lesbian characters are the best parts of any television show, in my (extremely) gay opinion.

Naya Rivera – please be mine.

It’s no real secret that I love women, but this transcends a simple attraction – it’s really awesome to see lesbians and lesbian narratives in mainstream television. It helps with public support for queer people and it’s nice to be (sort of) allowed to play in the sandbox.

One of the problems is that many of the women who play lesbian characters on tv are thin, light skinned and femme.

While there are obviously women who are thin, light skinned and femme, by only representing these types of women, you’re feeding into the unrealistic standards of beauty that we have in Western society.

Now here comes one of my biggest complaints:

And yes, some femmes date femmes and it’s great to represent that – but there is  a serious lack of butch lesbians!

Seriously – where are all the butch girls at?!

It seems like the mainstream media is trying to block out the butch identity. It’s as if those women don’t exist IRL.

Sometimes shows will play with androgynous/butch characters (more so on lesbian television shows, like The Real L Word and The L Word) but there are rarely story lines with butch women. Well there was Tasha  (that uniform <3) but as that article I linked shows, there is always intersectionality and we cannot ignore the lack of racially diverse representation in media. Nor can I continue to write this blog post without addressing a horrible under-representation of people of colour in every facet of mainstream media.

Or Tasha, you can also be mine…

I mean I love Santana and Arizona (awesome, strong Latina characters) but come on!

Lesbians are rad and we come in all shapes and sizes.

How do you feel about this? Have I missed anything important?

I haven’t  gone after many of the systemic problems – this is more of an overview but if you want to add that to this discourse, please do in the comments! 🙂

This is a post I have been struggling to write, simply because it’s something that varies between couples and experiences.

I am no relationship expert, just a person who’s gone through various experiences of dating. I’m young and foolish. Some reading this may laugh at my hope and perceived naivete, but I’m going to take the plunge and write anyway.

I met my girlfriend, Katelyn, in August. I’d heard a bit about her from my cousin who worked with her and I was curious to meet her. Another lesbian who lived in Midland! But, I liked to think I was a logical person and that there was no way I’d get into a relationship with someone from home, that would be stupid. She lived two hours away! My life was in Toronto; I just came home to relax over the summer. Long distance wouldn’t work! It would be a short summer fling and then I’d go back to Toronto and my “real” life.

But, you know what they say about the best laid plans… especially the ones you make up in your head before you meet the person.

This is the goof who ruined my plans.

This is the goof who ruined my plans.

Maybe our first kiss sealed my fate. We were on my beach, sitting on the rocks and the full moon was high over the lake. It was wavy, so the moon’s reflection made it look like there were a thousand stars sparkling in the water. She told me “No one ever kisses me first” (lamest line ever) and I, obviously, fell for it. Then after that I fell for her.

I know that sounds super cheesy, I’m a dork, but it was actually like that. 

Anyway, it’s been a little over six months and I’m still dating this sweet, gorgeous, animal loving, line cook/future culinary superstar.

We’re lucky, because we only live 2 hours away from each other. However, we’re both broke and busy with our lives – so we only get to see each other when we have the time (AND money) to do so.

It can be really challenging, but there are some things that can make it easier.


I love this girl. Obviously.

So here are my tips to try to make it work!

1. Patience

Patience is a virtue and also incredibly important. It’s easy to get frustrated when you’re waiting for a phone call and it comes 30 minutes later, or to get mad when your partner has had a bad day and you think they’re taking it out on you.

Talk it out, ask questions and figure it out. When you’re communicating mostly through text messages, broken Skype calls or over the phone it’s easy to misinterpret what’s going on.

2. Be supportive

Sometimes it’s easy to resent what your partner is doing – after all it’s keeping them away from you! Remember that you’re also doing your thing and you want your partner to be proud of you too. Support them as best you can and give them words of encouragement. Nothing makes me happier than a text from my girlfriend, telling me that she’s proud of what I’m doing.

3. Visit during special occasions 

This can be impossible for some couples, but it’s worth spending the money/taking the time off to hang out on important days. I love Halloween and Katelyn made the effort to come down and spend the holiday with me, it made it so much better. She also surprised me for my house warming and I was floored, she is the biggest sweetheart ever.

We were vampires for Halloween.

We were vampires for Halloween.

4. Trust

This can be really challenging, because you never really know what your partner is up to, who they’re with or what they’re doing. But you have to trust them. Not only with their locations and whereabouts, but you should assume that your partner isn’t actively looking to hurt you or be selfish. If you really think they’re up to no good, maybe you should reconsider the commitment you made to them.

5. Communication

This is an incredibly important part of a long distance relationship. Katelyn and I call each other every single night before we go to bed and we text during the day. However, it is important to still communicate with the people who are around you.

Nowadays everyone is on their phone 24/7 but don’t forget that it’s important to engage the people around you. Neither one of you will be fulfilling your engagements if  you’re constantly texting each other, not to mention your friends will start feeling forgotten and you need to maintain all of your relationships.

On the difficult days, remember the reasons why you’re with them.

Her cuddling with my dog... isn't she cute?

Her cuddling with my dog… isn’t she cute?

I am committed to Katelyn because she’s the kindest person I know. She’s so sweet, she makes me laugh, she’s great with animals and she is driven. She’s also a great cook. She gets along well with my family (even though they’re crazy). She makes me feel loved and cared for. Sometimes she drives me completely insane and stresses me out. But she isn’t perfect and neither am I. We’re great when we’re together, it’s hard when we’re apart but we’re still in the early stages of our relationship and getting to know each other. She’s worth it and I plan on being with her for as long as she can put up with me.

If your partner is worth it – don’t give up!

There's some blog PDA. I had to, I'm sorry.

There’s some PDA. I had to, I’m sorry.

Are you in a long distance relationship? How do you make it work?

It’s exhausting because every introduction goes the same way…

Me: “Hi, my name is Krista”

Random: “Oh, hi! I’m [insert generic name]”

Me: “Oh awesome! We should be friends…”

(How the person I’m talking to sees me)

(Option 1)

Random: “So do you have a boyfriend?”

Me: “No, I don’t date men. I’m a lesbian.”

(How the person I’m talking to now sees me)

At this point the conversation takes one of five turns:

1. “OMG you’re a LESBIAN – that’s so cool! I never would have guessed – you don’t look like one! Tell me what that’s like?!”

(Problem: You’re assuming what a lesbian is. Then you’re Othering me, it’s cool to want to get to know someone and their experiences,[in fact it’s great that you’re so positive about it!] but it’s not cool when you’re making me feel like an alien.)

2. *Conversation ends awkwardly*

(Problem: This just sucks and means you don’t want to be my friend because I’m gay OR you were a straight dude trying to hit on me – in that case I’m sorry to disappoint [not really though])

3. “Um, would you make out with my girlfriend in front of me?” “Would you make out with your girlfriend in front of me?” (Or another inappropriate sexual advance)

(Problem: Whether you think it is or not, this is a form of sexual harassment – it’s completely unacceptable. To make the assumption that because I’m queer, I want to kiss your girlfriend is offensive, ridiculous and you’re minimizing me as a human being. It is incredibly degrading to have someone ask you to display your affection for your partner for their entertainment or gratification.)

4. “Why do you hate men?”

(Problem: This is a negative/Hollywood stereotype and an assumption. I’m not even going to answer you if you say this to me – it’s super annoying)

5. “You’re going to burn in hell – that’s disgusting.”

(Problem: You’re just a jerk. I feel like if your god exists, s/he’s going to like me a lot more than you.)

(Option 2)

Random: “So what’s your background?”

Me: “I’m Metis

Random: “What does that mean?” (*BONUS POINTS if they don’t ask this*)

Me: “I’m an aboriginal person.”

(How the person I’m talking to now sees me)

At this point the conversation takes one of three turns:


(Problem: assumptions and othering – I guess it’s cool that you’re excited to meet someone who’s part of a collection of peoples who have been (/continue to be) oppressed, but I’m also just a person. I’ve been going through a personal reclaiming process for the last 3 years, so I don’t know everything – nor can I teach you. I’m 20 years old, I don’t have magical life secrets. Plus each of the First Nations/Inuit/Metis communities have different teachings, realities and experiences.)

2. “Did you grow up in a reserve?” “What’s it like living on a reserve?”

(Problem: You’re making an assumption. Not every aboriginal person has lived on a reserve, it doesn’t make you “more” or “less” aboriginal to have lived on one.)

3.”Why are you in university… am I paying for you to be here?” “No offence – but you look white, are you sure you’re aboriginal?” “What percentage are you?” (Or another racist comment)

(Problem: You’re making more assumptions and straight up being ignorant and racist. I’m in university because I did well in high school – no your dbag tax dollars aren’t paying for me to be here and if you understood anything about the PSSSP you wouldn’t be being saying something so ignorant. The tone of my skin does not make me “more” or “less” aboriginal. My “percentage” is none of your gosh darn business nor does it matter, don’t you dare try to tell me who I am.)

It’s just exhausting, every time I share anything personal it turns into a lesson where I often end up having to defend myself. Or I’m asked to speak on behalf of all lesbians or Metis/aboriginal people and give that perspective.

It’s especially difficult when I’m talking about my race/background, because it carries a long and complicated history that I don’t always feel like getting into (in that moment).

Truth be told, people generally give me option #1 and it’s great that they want to educate themselves but I often feel myself becoming their token aboriginal or lesbian “friend”. I could just lie and hide it, but these are parts of me. I’m proud to be a queer aboriginal woman and I shouldn’t be shamed for it.

I have some really great friends who make wonderful allies, but they didn’t approach me abrasively. They didn’t come at me with their preconceived notions of what it “means” to be a lesbian, nor what it “means” to be aboriginal. If they had those ideas, they kept them to themselves and approached me with an open mind.

It’s important to want to learn about other cultures, experiences, identities and realities – it’s what can make you a strong ally and good friend. I’m happy to share my experiences, I just prefer approaching the subject on my terms – after all it is my life.

(Who I have been throughout the conversation and will continue to be)

Just try to think about what you’re going to say before you say it and then ask yourself these three questions:

“Am I being racist/homophobic?”

“Am I assuming something?”

“Is this the right way to approach the subject?”

Just be considerate, we have feelings too.

PS: I will not immediately hate you if you’ve said/done any of those things. Just think about it next time. 


There’s a lot of other really great ways to learn about queerness, aboriginal peoples, etc. that don’t involve asking an individual every single question you’ve ever had on the topics:

1. The Internet! You can always Google it.

2. Queer student groups, check out Juan’s post on queer student services at Glendon/York!

3. You can drop by the Aboriginal Student Association at York to pick up pamphlets or even drop by one of their events.

4. Me. Yes this is ironic (if you didn’t understand the intent behind this post anyway). I am the Infinite Reach Facilitator for Glendon/York; so I will be running events on Metis culture/heritage that anyone will be welcome to join 🙂 Plus I have a ton of previous experience working with Glgbt* (check Juan’s post) so I don’t mind it when it’s in that context.

This isn’t about being afraid to ask questions – it’s about considering how you frame them. 🙂