Sapphic-bottom - Loving Women

17 calorie AMAZING strawberry ice-cream!

okay guys so I was super craving something cold and sweet and tried this out and this tasted SO GOOD. If you want it a bit more creamy add more of the milk of your choice, but this proportion is my fave so far!

(This recipe makes 2 servings, but I could only eat one it’s so filling - I had it for lunch)

🔆 6 medium frozen strawberries (24 cal)

🔆 40 ml of your milk of choice (Alpro coconut almond - 10 cal)

🔆 0 cal sweetener (stevia)

🔆 Lots of ice!

So place all your ingredients in a blender, blend until all the ice has broken down and enjoy! If its runny pop into the freezer for 10 mins and it should firm up to more ice-cream-like consistency 💖

Why would anyone want to consume it!?

Girls who can pull off wearing a dress and heels one day and ripped jeans with converse the next can also pull off my underwear

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

"Perfect one doesn't exist because simply we are HUMANS.. So, love yourself because you're ART anyway"

📷 Photography by Peter DeVito

“if history has taught us anything- young angry queer kids are a force to be reckoned with.”

— Laura Mills (via makingqueerhistory)

some character design that makes me go absolutely apeshit is the whole wide mouth almond face shape cutey reptile. like i see a fucking animated reptile with a big mouth and eyes like a quarter mile apart and i just lose my mind

Gay🙂irl

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.