u/Successful_Nail_8572

Hi! I'm a 16 year old bi girl with a big preference for girls and I haven't been able to find many movies or shows that have sapphic themes while being age appropriate. I know Crush but that's about it. Honestly it's upsetting because I have queer friends who are boys and it feels like the boys get everything while us girls are kind of just there. I've watched some adult sapphic movies and they're fun, mlm movies/shows for teens too and they're good but I want something that I can relate to. Maybe I haven't looked enough, does anyone have suggestions?

After 4 months of divorcing my abusive father, my mother started dating another man. I (16F) was happy for her because she seemed happy, but things started turning weird.

Her boyfriend (M50) is an evangelical Christian and extremely religious, like her (46F), but much more strict: my mom loves him, but they often argue due to different views. I always know about it because my mom has trouble with boundaries. She basically tells me everything, even the stuff I don't want to know. I've never liked religion in general, I was raised strictly Christian (grew up in church and private christian schools,) but became Atheist over time and left the church recently after feeling outcasted for being bisexual.

The fights started growing more frequent, my mother would vent to me about them almost every other day. To put it simply, my mom and this man were being intimate before marriage, which was a huge sin in his opinion (she was more flexible about it), but he agreed to it anyway because my mom would've supposedly broken up with him otherwise.

Last Sunday though, everything exploded.

At church, a friend of the guy approached him and I quote, said he was "opening hell's gates in his home" by engaging in sexual intimacy before marriage. He felt incredibly guilty and judged, so he sat my mom down and told her he couldn't keep dating her if they didn't do it "God's way." He said she had forced him to bottle up guilt and shame by it. He also told her that from now on if she didn't stay "virgin" until they married, the relationship was not going to work.

My mom was terribly upset, so she came home. She told me about it and said the relationship was over. So, I believed her, but after a few days, her demeanor seemed to change completely. She started behaving as if she weren't herself. I, to be honest, thought he was either manipulating her, or she was going crazy.

Yesterday, she woke me up at 2 AM to tell me she had had an encounter with Jesus (I wish I was joking,) that while working (she works a night shift at a restaurant and she had just got home) the holy spirit had blessed her and told her she was destined to marry this man and finally follow God's path fully.

Today, she told me they'd patched things up and were actually planning a wedding in their church. It was absolutely mind-blowing to me. Not only have they just been dating for FIVE months, but their religious views are drastically different in their flexibily (for example, my mom's mostly accepting about my sexuality, but he thinks she should genuinely "help me pray the gay away."

I think the marriage is going to end BADLY. We started arguing and in a heated moment, I yelled "Your marriage will fail then!" And told her she was being impulsive because she didn't want to break up.

As expected, she was angry. She called me selfish. She said I wouldn't understand because I didn't believe in God and I'd never been in a serious relationship before. I know she wants me to, but I don't want to apologize. I told her what I believe. I do think their marriage will fail. This is just bound to end up in pure chaos in my opinion. She's giving me the silent treatment because of it. AITA? Isn't this genuinely a bad decision?

Ma porca puttana che Dio apra il cielo perché io questo glielo mando. Non avevo mai avuto così tanta voglia di strangolare una persona. Festa in città e show di fuochi d'artificio tardi in spiaggia, piano carino con mia mamma. Si fa tutti gli anni e per educazione sanno tutti quanti che si sta SEDUTI CAZZO! SEDUTI SEMPRE! Perche così si vedono bene! Ma ovviamente doveva arrivare quest'animale alto quanto un grattacielo a mettersi in piedi proprio di fronte a me e mia mamma.

Nessuno si è goduto sto show per colpa sua, tutto quanti gli hanno urlato "SIEDITI COGLIONE!" A un certo punto gli stavo per tirare la scarpa in testa dalla rabbia, Dio veramente la odio questa persona. Mi sono avvicinata a lui e le ho chiesto "Si può sedere? Ci sono bambini che non vedono" con gentilezza perché okay la voglia di tirargli la scarpa ce l'ho ma almeno un pizzico di educazione mi resta. Risposta "fatti i fatti tuoi" e poi "torna dalla tua mammina" (per contesto, ho 16 anni ma purtroppo fisicamente ne dimostro molti di meno🫩) Mi sono riseduta rassegnata, soprattutto perché sono alta 1 e 50 e la situazione non aiuta, ma anche perché con questa gente non si può manco parlare. A fianco aveva la moglie che sì che era seduta e chiedeva scusa a nome suo.

Tanta gente l'ha mandato a fanculo e un bambino a caso gli ha tirato la sabbia alla fine di tutto, almeno quel momento l'ho goduto. Pezzo di merda, capirei magari se fosse basso o un bambino che non vede bene, ma porca troia si poteva stare seduto perfettamente. L'egoismo e l'assenza di empatia personificati. Ancora ci penso alle 4 del mattino. Mi ha rovinato la serata. Povera moglie.

So, I (16F) have known I like both girls and boys, with a strong preference for girls, since early primary school. I was raised isolated as an evangelical christian and only got to put a label on it two years ago, when I left the church and got more internet access. I was taught religion through fear in a homophobic environment, was outed and threatened with conversion therapy which caused me trauma etc... so after getting out I decided to enroll on a free (actual) therapy program for teens in a youth center.

After four long months on a waiting list they assigned me with a therapist who was supposedly queer friendly, so I felt comfortable coming out. It was weird anyway. I told her about everything, preference for girls included. I've only ever had crushes on two guys, and on about five girls.

When I told her that, she started saying I was probably only "pretending" with the guys because of my strong preference,, and that I was subconsciously "scared" of identifying as lesbian out of fear of being "even more discriminated." She said my "base orientation" was actually not bisexuality but homosexuality. She was also really odd about trans people. I told her one of my male crushes had been a trans boy (true) and she said that "it supported her opinion" because since he was born a girl my brain supposedly realized through smell and biochemicals that "he was actually female," and so that he was part of my "female preference" (????)

I was really weirded out, fast forward to two other sessions and she's been really insisting on my personal label. I've clarified I don't feel comfortable identifying as lesbian because, even if little, I have liked boys, but she keeps saying I should "accept the true inclination I have towards homosexuality" and insisting that "I only ever liked one boy," so pretty much refusing to respect my ex crush's gender identity too.

I am conflicted. This is the only adult I've come out to on my own accord. When it comes to other subjects like religious trauma, family trauma and helping me with my parents' divorce, she has actually been helpful. However, this doesn't feel entirely queer friendly. Requesting another therapist means being on a waiting list for months once again. Should I do it anyway?

Hi. My parents are divorced, so my mom (46F) has now been dating this guy (50M) for about 6 months. She introduced me (16F) to him two weeks ago, and I've now gone out with them twice. The problem is they baby talk in a horribly embarrassing way, like loudly speaking like a toddler to each other in public (and often in front of me.)

The baby talk was already embarrassing before I met him because she called and texted him all day, and frankly behaved like a middle school girl with her first crush. While on the phone, she called him "my little baby boy", "my lovey dovey love" (I wish I was joking) or something along those lines, and always spoke in a typical toddler-like voice.

Anyway, I thought they wouldn't be like that in public, but they are. We went out for ice cream the first time and this was genuinely her with him while they were in front of me. He even spoon fed her ice cream and said "here you go, my baby" multiple times with the annoying baby voice again while I talked. I have no problem with my mom dating at all, and I don't have any problems with the guy as a person either, but I genuinely can't bear the embarrassment because I just don't want to see that. There's nothing wrong with being cringe and silly with your partner to show affection, but like this? In front of someone? They were like this the second time too, and I genuinely felt disgusted.

Today, she asked me if I wanted to go out for ice cream with them again and I declined. She asked why and I was honest. I told her I found the way they talked embarrassing and that I wasn't willing to go out with them if they behaved that way. She was upset, told me I shouldn't be an asshole and refuse to go out because of "a small thing like that." She said I wouldn't understand since I've never dated anybody. AITAH?

Non so che stracazzo di problemi abbiano i muratori che hanno fatto questa parete a casa mia qualche anno fa, ma ho creato una specie di crepa/mezzo buco a colpi craniali che davvero non posso neanche spiegare per bene.

Ho il letto vicino alla parete, praticamente dietro la mia testa. Vale a dire prima però che questa parete in specifico non è della struttura originale, ma è una che hanno fatto mettere i miei genitori per separare due stanze, e allora non è granché e sembra praticamente di quei muri di carta nelle case degli americani.

Non so perché lo faccia e non me lo chiedere, ne sono stufa anch'io, ma dormo troppo vicino a questa parete. Il vero problema? Quando mi sveglio sbatto sempre la testa in modo proprio aggressivo, facendo anche sbattere il letto contro il muro. Va avanti da tipo 3 anni, sbatto sempre soprattutto quando faccio sogni di merda e mi sveglio di colpo, ma oggi proprio ho esagerato. Non stavo dormendo ma ascoltando la musica, allora muovo la testa al ritmo, mi alzo mezzo centimetro e poi mi provo a sdraiare di nuovo, però ho calcolato lo spazio male...e BOOM, sfondo il muro. Ho sbattuto così forte che mi è venuto da piangere, mi stava venendo un po' da svenire e mi si sta formando un livido nel cranio che è tridimensionale alle 5 del mattino. Sembra che ho dato un pugno alla parete ma col cranio. Ho un mal di testa assurdo. Forse ho qualche commozione, non lo so, ma so decisamente che i miei genitori domani sfondano me così come io ho fatto con la parete.

Almeno ho il livido come prova.