Me at sapphic events and house parties, deploying some fuckass line that no self respecting straight man would dare touch in the year of our lord 2026:
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Me at sapphic events and house parties, deploying some fuckass line that no self respecting straight man would dare touch in the year of our lord 2026:
question for fellow autistic lesbians: how does flirting work?
Her: ... yeah so that's why that's my favorite dinosaur. Thanks for letting me ramble, haha. So, um, what are your special interests?
Me: Actually, right now my special interest is that I am SUPER into pretty girls.
Her, confused and crestfallen: Oh... um...how does that...?
Me : So, tell me more about yourself?
It's that time of my single life again where I want to find someone but don't have a clue how to achieve that I'm a way that seems natural to me (not flirting randomly at a bar and probably not on apps)....but I'm in my lost countryside with no queer events near and no budget to go live in the city rn so this time I'm really stuck on how to proceed 😓
I wanna put lipstick marks on them
not in a "you're mine" kind of way but in a "you are so pretty and loved" kind of way
Queer flirting is everything from thinly veiled threats to writing targeted microfics for the object of your affections to discover. It's always a fun little dance.~
My friend wants to commit arson with me... is this flirting?
Anyway here's how I flirt.
Put on the most perfect, most extra, most elegant makeup I can.
Coordinate a specific, perfect outfit which exactly matches the particular venue or event.
Hope the object of my affection notices these things.
When she comments, smile and hide my face, and make some off hand comment.
Try not to do anything to show that I have a massive crush because it will reveal what a babbling slutty idiot I am.
Spend the whole night ducking away with a nervous smile any time she looks at me.
Satisfaction at flirting successfully.