confessions of a yapper lesbian

snippets from the mind of a 24-year-old late bloomer || she/her/hers || cishet men dni || not a safe space for terfs, homophobes, racists, fascists and zionists

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my happy place right now is a tie between on my knees looking up at her, deep between her thighs and lying on her chest with a hand stroking my hair while holding me

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recently found out that all it takes to get me from zero to fully bricked up in seconds is for my partner to grab me by the back of my neck with both their hands and kiss me…

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the happiest and loveliest non-binary people’s day to all of you out there, particularly non-binary lesbians and especially to my amazing girlfriend 💛🤍💜🖤

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It kinda seems like all the late nights of yearning on tumblr after a feral lesbian perverted gf finally paid off and now I spend them wondering how I ended up so lucky as to bag exactly who I’ve been manifesting through my feed all along…

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Two years ago I went to see what would later become my favourite play, a modern interpretation of Cyrano de Bergerac, by Virginia Gay, and was absolutely fascinated by this conversation about how the best part of a kiss is the moment leading up to it: when you both breathe the same air for a second and just revel in the anticipation. It was a feeling I started longing for.

The last person I told this to seemed to find this endearing, but in a slightly condescending way, like a kid’s hobby. I probably should’ve chosen a better moment to bring it up but she just urged me to leave it for later. I was a bit curious if she’d ever remember something that meant so much ti me and she never did. In hindsight and completely honesty, I’m not even entirely sure I felt it then, but rather projected my hopes into a dynamic that turned out a disappointment to how I’d imagined it.

That’s why I was scared to have expectations again. But, as always, I keep falling hard in the hopes that someone catches me. Except that this time I waited to actually feel that; and then I waited some more… When I finally told them about the play, I had knows for a while that it was the feeling I was waiting for, that kissing them felt like it had been torn from those pages, that it was exactly what they’ve been writing poetry about for centuries, yet somehow tailored specifically for me. And when I stopped reading the part, she came over and kissed me again, to illustrate just what I was reading about. It just feels funny to me that it took me almost two years to finally experience what Cyrano and Roxanne were talking about, but once the feeling arrived, it completely took over me.

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I FINALLY GOT STRAPPED

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I know Pride Month is over but I literally just got a girlfriend and now I know what it’s like to feel butterflies but with safety and reassurance instead of the anxiety.

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I’m glad I’m not trying to pretend I’m nonchalant or casual about her anymore, cause I feel like it’s becoming a little bit hard to do considering today I was listening to stupid song by Olivia Rodrigo with and I genuinely started crying…

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I’ve actually really missed the soul-devouring kinda lesbian sex you finish by staring deeply into each other’s eyes forever while cuddling completely naked and soaked…

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happy pride month to all the queer characters that made me feel so seen I started crying, to the queer creators behind them, to all the closeted queers that feel so scared to share their true selves with the world, who could see themselves in media for the first time and it would give them a little bit of hope.

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I’ve realised the vibe I’m trying to give off is each of the mane six from My Little Pony G4 combined, through a lesbian lense.

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I do love The Devil Wears Prada trending again, cause now one every five video I scroll through I get to ask myself if this is gonna be a Mirandy or a Sachston edit.

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I saw a video of someone playing a cat in heat sound to their female cat to prove she’s a lesbian, which she came to running, and I’m not sure whether I’m the cat in the recording or the one in the video, but I’ve never felt more seen…

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The one thing I have to say at the end of lesbian visibility week is that now I’m single again, I’ve turned back into my feral horny self and I just hope I’m visible enough for a sapphic to see me soon…

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This did not age well, I went and almost fucked my ex over the weekend…

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I can’t believe I left yet another lesbian relationship and still haven’t gotten strapped…

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The one thing I have to say at the end of lesbian visibility week is that now I’m single again, I’ve turned back into my feral horny self and I just hope I’m visible enough for a sapphic to see me soon…

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When anyone asks me how gay my weekend was, I tell them I broke up with my girlfriend on Thursday and then I went to spend the rest of if with her while we held hands and cuddled…