I'm beginning to give up and am thinking of dating outside the Jewish pool.
Dear Reader, Your pain and frustration are totally understandable. Your longing to find an appropriate mate is a legitimate desire and a worthy pursuit.
'It's hard to define why we clicked,' says Miriam, 54, 'but perhaps after one marriage and four years of dating, I was better equipped to judge a good man.
Indeed, all of us face tests and challenges to our faith, and we understand that we are measured predominantly, not by our valor in the midst of tranquility, but by our courage in the face of adversity.
Many of us harbor the misconception that our relationship to God is like a soda machine; we put in our nickel, i.e., our deference to His will (dating Jewish in your case), and out pops the soda of our choice. If there would be a direct, crystal-clear correlation between what we do and its reward or its punishment, there would be no room for free choice.
This comes from not wanting to ‘bother’ a woman with things that might upset her…
He will ask (or do it without asking) to look through your phone at any given moment. He, on the other hand, will more than likely have more mobile phones than you’re even aware of. If you’re leaving the house without him you’ll be expected to notify him verbally, by text, or a phone call. Regardless of how much fun you think the two of you are having together, he’ll choose spending time with his friends at the drop of a hat. This is the one where he’s mentioned marriage, or at least hinted at it. Don’t get excited, chances are you’re not off to meet mom anytime soon. He’s going to do anything in his power to convince you that sharing a bed is perfectly natural since you’re going to be sharing your life together in the near future. Finally, all men from all cultures are completely different. Don’t write to me telling me that I’m bashing Arab men or the culture. And please, if you have more to add, feel free to email or comment.
Honestly before tumblr it was difficult to find very much lesbian imagery at all online — it was always the same ten or twelve stock photos — let alone pictures of lesbians taken prior to 2000.
I wanted to see an evolution of our community, how we’d grown and changed over the years — and not just in a montage of famous out actresses and models, but pictures of actual people, pictures of women who were active in the community — regular human beings, writers and social activists. I scoured tumblr, discovered regional library archives online and visited websites like fuck yeah queer vintage, the new york public library digital archives, out history, and know homo.
My husband and I divorced in 1996 after he left me for one of my work colleagues.
I couldn't bear to stay in Hertfordshire, where we lived, so I left my friends and family and moved to Hastings to start afresh.
My girlfriend was not a big fan of the stacks of books at the foot of the bed.
I was looking for words but eventually, also, for pictures.
But because I found them on vintage queer tumblrs, etc., I went ahead and used them, but some of these photos may just be of cross-dressers or super-close friends.