you know. sometimes i think about the fact that i realized i was a lesbian because i noticed that instead of loving guys in the like i want to kiss you kind of way, i loved guys in this very like. pure and whole way where a beautiful guy to me was like a beautiful painting. and i find girls beautiful too; when i fall in love with a girl i feel this hope and warmth in my chest and all i can think about is laying in bed beside her and talking from dusk until the sun comes up and holding her hand. kissing her, having a life with her, dancing around in our kitchen together.
but my love of men came in a different way, in this like... platonic affection, this want to be around them because while they didn’t make me feel like a sun was being born in my chest, they made me feel more like this pleasant sort of moon. where everything feels tranquil and calm when i fall in love with a guy. in that way, i’ve fallen in love with my guy friends so many times.
i don’t know if that makes much sense, but for me it’s like... what i’m trying to say is that realizing i was a lesbian wasn’t really an acknowledgement of not liking men, or a lack of love towards men. it was an acknowledgement of just how much i loved men, but in a completely different way to how i love women.
it’s a very healing thing for me. and a bit bittersweet, too, because i just think about how many people out there, people who love women, who also hate men. and it’s like.
for me, being a lesbian is entirely inseparable from me loving men. sexuality is an aurora borealis of love in many different hues: her kissing my cheek on our first date, him showing me his favorite songs. and of course, all the spectra of love i have with nonbinary people, too. it’s all every shade of light and color imaginable, bursting behind my eyelids all the time.
i feel like i would miss so, so much out of this life, if i was only looking towards one color. and for me personally, lesbianism is my romantic attraction to women and some nonbinary people, not as much men. but love is so much more than just romantic, and to me, lesbianism is the entire spectrum of light. and an entire spectrum of love.
i hope that makes sense. being a lesbian and recognizing the wholeness of that love has helped heal me from a lot; trauma and distrust is like black ice to break through, but my queerness has given me fire. and i find prometheus in everyone. these days, including myself.









