Feb 6
Turns out the pinnacle of lesbianism is watching a ContraPoints video about comphet at 4am, with a cat laying in my lap and a beautiful woman sleeping next to me…
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Turns out the pinnacle of lesbianism is watching a ContraPoints video about comphet at 4am, with a cat laying in my lap and a beautiful woman sleeping next to me…
I miss getting on my knees for someone, to look up at her, to watch her eyes rolling back, to taste her, to grasp her tightly. For me, it is an act exclusively linked to my lesbianism. I used to dread the idea of getting on my knees for a man and whether that was only because I was a closeted lesbian or also due to the demeaning connotations of the act under patriarchy, I never fully found out. Regardless, it took me to kneel for a woman to realise how much I could love it. And now I cannot help but long for that feeling back.
The best way that I can put it into words right now as a lesbian is that being with men used to make me feel conformed, finally able to experience what I had been wanting to in the only way that was acceptable for me, and being with women makes me feel alive, like I’m finally doing if for the right reasons: the person in front of me.