If there's one thing I love, it's hopelessly romantic love stories. I'm a sucker for romance and tales from the love side. Two of Lesbiatopia's writers, Mr. Leigh (who tackles butch issues) and Sylvia (who covers lesbian pop culture) have fallen in love. With each other. The catch here is that they are located approximately 2,000 miles apart. I've asked them both to write their stories; how they fell in love, dealing with a long distance relationship and all the trials and tribulations that go with it. Today you will see two parts to the story. First, Mr. Leigh will tell her tale and this afternoon, Sylvia will tell hers. Have you ever been in an LDR? If so, what was it like? Did it last? How did you deal with it? We'd love to hear your thoughts and stories. I hope you enjoy their stories as much as I did - Renee Gannon, Publisher
- Story by Mr. Leigh
I have recently become a victim of a nasty little disease called LDR.
Have you heard of it?
The symptoms are as follows..
-excessive and often ridiculously long phone calls
-excitement over snail mail
-depletion of ones frequent flier miles
-a love hate relationship with the local airports
-text messages up the wazoo
-isolation from happy couples
-automatically adding hours to your clock to compensate for the time difference
If you haven't guessed yet, the affliction LDR is what some in the scientific community refer to as a "Long Distance Relationship". I caught the disease around the beginning of August when my beautiful girl followed her dreams thousands of miles away. (2035 to be exact, but who's counting?) She now resides in Chicago as I hold down the fort in Southern California, together we have been making progress in what is often a fatal affliction. Personally, I believe that our chances of survival are extremely high.
Neither of us expected this to happen. Love has seemed to change a lot for me this last year in what has ended up to be the most romantic and passionate love affair I've ever known. She is my muse, my reason and my dreams. Even from so far away I have never felt more loved and cared for. I know that there is an easy cure for my disease, but I will happily wait here for her until she can bring it to me wholeheartedly.
Even though the distance is miserable and I curse the day Chicago was settled, I've never been happier with my life. I know that she is experiencing so much and I love her to a degree that I have been able to be supportive even beyond my own wildest dreams. I never once told her not to leave. I knew she should go. Her plans were in place long before we started getting serious and I am a firm believer in everyone having a mid 20s adventure far away from home. Now that she has found her footing in her new town, she is accomplishing so much and I'm so proud of her. This entire experience is uncharted territory for us both, so in the ways of handling an LDR we are pretty clueless. No one really seems to have any advise for us, but its not like we'd listen anyways, because we're rebels like that.
I have some pain relievers and distractions, music has been the most effective.
Below is a song I wrote called "On My Pillow." I came home the day she left and found a beautiful long brown hair stretched across my pillow and I broke down. This song and many others have been inspired by recent events and are documentation of my illness.
So far I've learned that time is the biggest bitch of all when it comes to doing the Long Distance thing. Once I can conquer that, this whole thing should be a snap! Maybe I will just finally figure out how to teleport and make things a little easier on us. What?! I could happen!!
I will be back for a check up, Doc.
Thanks for the lollipop.
This Long Distance Relationship is brought to you by...
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I taped your letters to my door
the one I had you up against before
the one we closed when all the lights were low
Now I just throw myself in beds
Not looking where I lay my head
Cause if I look down, I'll see your hair on my pillow(x3)
-Goodbye. I've always loved you.
-Dont try. There's nothing we can do.
-I'll learn to fly so I can be with you.
-Dont cry. It breaks my heart in two.
I see your car now everyday
Say all the things we used to say
I drive past motels and wish that we were there.
It seems so hard to look ahead
I still hate laying in my bed
Cause I cant seem to move your hair from my pillow(x3)