Not very good, but it could be worse. I'm female, homosexual and in my early 20's. Tried going on the apps for dating purposes and was bitterly disappointed with the results. I have good friends whom I've stayed in touch with throughout quarantine, but I don't usually speak with them about issues of sexuality because it isn't really a part of our repertoire. Two of them I do speak with about these things, but again, it isn't something I like to talk about. I prefer to be discreet. I also haven't much to share, frankly; I don't think there's anything very interesting about yearning or "crushes" or whatever, which I think are topics that take up way too much space in my own head anyway.

If I were honest with myself, I'd have to confess that the feelings of loneliness and isolation I've been getting are not so much a product of "dyke angst" and romantic disillusionment as they are of lacking an appropriately satisfying outlet for my sexual energies. I feel a bit pent up physically, emotionally and sexually, living with my family (whom I love, btw) in a small house in the city while being unable to do anything in the business of sex and romance. I find it - myself - ridiculous, but that's just how it is. I only came to terms with this dimension of myself last year after falling desperately in love with an non-conventionally attractive woman who was supervising me and a small team of students for an extracurricular activity at my law school. It's not that I hadn't realized it before - I've known since I was 13 or 14 - but one day I just... well, the realness of it came crashing down upon me all of a sudden, and I felt so lost and confused I couldn't bring myself to speak with anyone about it for months. I wasn't helped by the fact that I occupy some fairly small ideological niches already and couldn't bring myself to participate in LGBTetc aftivities even if I was out. I wish all of this weren't bsuch a big deal for me but apparently it is and I'm trying to work through that in a minimally healthy manner.