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I like the word gay. But I like “lesbian” better.

I like it because of Sappho of Lesbos, a lesbian and a Lesbian whose memory reminds us that women who loved women existed long before any time on earth that any living person can remember.

I like it because of Sappho’s poetry, the sweet prose she wrote for the goddess Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Aphrodite has her counterpart in the Roman goddess Venus, whose symbol has evolved to represent the woman, the female, the feminine.

I like it because of its culture and history. Butch, fem, stud, dyke. Bars where women drink and dance and laugh and kiss other women. Boston marriages. Women’s colleges. They wanted Ellen to get a puppy but she wanted to kiss a lady.

It hasn’t all been pretty. This word has been taken from us, made into a fetish, a porn category, fuel for men’s libidos. Hysterical. Asocial. Deviants. Lesbians.

But that makes me love it all the more—to spite them, to spite the men who salivate over us, to spite the churches that rally against us, to spite it all. But I wear this badge for more than just spite. I wear it for love. Love for women, love for our history, love for love for… lesbian.

It’s not a dirty word. It’s beautiful, and I am proud to call myself a lesbian.

Finally giving in and admitting to yourself that you have a fetish you were avoiding

I love how basically all gays did the same thing where we realize we like someone of the same gender and just go “yeah we’re not gonna think about that. I’ll just deal with that later” like name another community that is so universally filled with procrastinators

so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.

Trying to get friends into Star Trek is just, constantly apologising for how bad it is at first but like honestly, once the stockholm syndrome sets in it's actually a really good series I promise

To all the lesbians who gave their first kiss to a boy.

To all the lesbians who aren't "golden star lesbians".

To all the lesbians that had to deal with compulsory heterosexuality.

To all the lesbians who felt pressured by society to be with boys.

To all the lesbians who had a really tough time coming to terms with their identity.

To all the lesbians who put up with any kind of lesbophobia on the daily.

To all the lesbians who have to listen to guys their age sexualizing gay girls.

You are walking through hell with your chin up and I am so proud of you. I love you and you're valid.

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