sometimes I feel the isolation of loving women hit me at my core, it radiates through me, but not as deep as the warmth of falling asleep on a small shared bed with my girlfriend, her soft, hairy legs brushing against mine and the argumentative, sleepy grunts as two bodies collide on a twin size bed much too constricting for our loving bodies. when we wake up to the soft glow of the sun behind an urban skyline, grumbles and morning breath, and “I love you’s” before casting a joke across the hallway to our bisexual roommate, and when our lesbian friends come to visit this humble, messy abode, suddenly it’s not so lonely. women loving women need to carve out a space for ourselves, no matter how small, no matter if it’s a home or a relationship, or even just a poster of your celebrity crush taped to your wall, make yourself a shrine. celebrate your sapphism, feel yourself grow and bloom.