Shout out to my autistic or disabled lesbians.
Shout out to chronically ill sapphic girlsâcis, trans, and everyone under the umbrella.
Shout out to the trans lesbians who get dysphoric, or tired, or touched-out.
Shout out to the girls who canât do a marathon of passion, who need breaks, blankets, or just to be held for hours.
Shout out to the lesbians who canât always keep up with the âhypersexual, always-readyâ image the internet seems obsessed with.
To the ones who canât handle being overstimulated, who get overwhelmed by too much too fast.
To the ones who want to be close, but need a different kind of closenessâslower, softer, safer.
You are not any less sapphic, less sexy, or less wanted because you arenât the energizer bunny in bed.
You're not lackingâyouâre living in a body that deserves respect, accommodation, and adoration.
And yes, this includes you, the trans girl curled up under three blankets who needs a nap after just one makeout session and a cheeky grab. You're valid. You're hot. You're my exact type, actually.
This isnât a dunk on high sex drivesâsome of us are little perverts with back pain and brain fog, after all.
This is a reminder that tenderness is just as queer. That slow mornings, soft kisses, tired giggles, and half-lidded cuddles count just as much.
There is no ârightâ way to be intimate.
There is no gold medal for going the longest or being the loudest.
You are still deliciously, delightfully, undeniably desirable.
Even if all you have to give tonight is a kiss on the forehead and a sleepy little ânext time, promise.â
And that? Thatâs enough. đ©·
