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Black lesbians
BLACK LESBAINS
BLACK LESBIANS
I take off my carabiner at the WORST FUCKING TIMES. I took it off for a SECOND today at work to adjust my apron, and that of all moments was when I had a black butch at the register buying CLEARANCE PRIDE FLAGS. I'm gonna throw tf up, atp that thing needs to on me 24/7. This is worse than when I fumbled that diner stud 😭😭😭
I'm starting to understand why many lesbians, but ESPECIALLY black lesbians are just straight up mean. If I have to hear another gaggle of people try to redefine stud/stem again, somebody is catching a femme-coded fist to their solar plexus. Like, tighten tf up.
This just in: Long skirt femmes and short short femmes in your neighborhood, plotting! More at 11.
Realizing I'm a lesbian feels so similar to coming to terms with my autism as an adult, in the sense that I keep having realizations, and they strike me like lightning.
I was watching a video game clip (completely unrelated) when I realized that I've kissed all of two men in a consistent and romantic way, and neither time was anywhere near as electric as when I'd kissed girls in the past.
I remember my first kiss with my then girlfriend, current friend. I remember how it felt, the way her face was in my hands, how warm her skin was. How badly I wanted to touch her, just in general. How it felt like I was going to pass out, but I was so enamored that I made myself push through the feeling. I remember sitting on her bed, sitting under trees in autumn, outside on the grass on cool nights just... Kissing. It was electricity in my blood, fire in my throat. I could write forever about it.
But.. I never really felt that way with guys. I remember a boy I dated in middle school, and how i loathed how he kissed me. It was invasive and awkward and he?? Tasted weird?? My second boyfriend, after I was much older- well the thing is he's actually my best friend. But that was the problem 😭 it felt like pecking a friend, like kissing but platonic. He's a wonderful man, and I love him dearly, but quite frankly I don't think I'd get the feeling from kissing him I seek. And we'll, I don't wanna kiss him anyhow cos he's a man :P.
I guess what I'm saying here is, lesbian attraction has always been playing so aggressively in the backdrop of my memories, and it keeps coming to me in waves. I'll be honest, it's a little hard to accept at times. It reframes so much of who I am, so much of what I've endured. And especially as someone who is frightened by big and sudden change, that scares me. Understanding myself more and more is scary sometimes. But I've been through waves of self discovery before, and I'm not going to run from it. I know good and well that it's for the best, just like with accepting my autism. I just need to take my time.
But uh, yeah! To be fair, I am also watching "But I'm A Cheerleader" right now, and it's kinda giving me stuff to think about.
If I start using femme the way brainrotted TikTok kids use "bro" in the comment section, will y'all still fuck with me 😵💫😔 Tell me the truth.
Why do I keep seeing this femme lesbian looking snail all over my dash 😩 Explain the mystical femme snail.
Gender Envy (but make it black)