dear sapphic lovelies:

thatdiabolicalfeminist:

Having crushes that aren’t reciprocated is not creepy.

Finding someone sexually attractive when they don’t return the attraction isn’t predatory.

Being creepy or predatory requires you to actually do something that is creepy or predatory – like disrespect her boundaries, behave inappropriately with someone you have power over, or do sexual/romantic things without first having consent. If you’re not doing things like that? you are not creepy or predatory!

Crushes are normal. Unreciprocated crushes are normal. One-way sexual attraction is normal. They are perfectly ordinary experiences, and you feeling that way about another lady is still 100% ordinary – your feelings are not creepy or gross.

toursuits:

here is every playlist i’ve ever made about being gay

ten hours of songs by women who love women for women who love women

the manic pixie dream girl trope but i’ve subverted it and it’s for lesbians now sorry straight boys

harold, they’re lesbians (swing for gay ladies) 

the soundtrack to the lesbian romcom we haven’t got but should keep rallying for 

the twentygayteen masterlist (every gay song released this year) 

indie pop but it’s like…vaguely gay and makes me think about cute girls 

very gay music from the 70s and 80s 

modern pop songs every self respecting gay should know 

the soundtrack to that lesbian indie movie we haven’t got but should keep rallying for (r u noticing a trend) 

this is all music by women it’s not especially gay but i am so like every playlist i make is gay if i decide i want it to be 

thenkeepgoing:

Lesbian couple unknowingly both bring engagement rings on zoo trip and propose to each other-CBS News

When one Tennessee couple went to the Memphis Zoo on Friday, they each had a secret plan to pop the question.

The Memphis Zoo is a special place for Becky McCabe and Jessa Gillaspie, because they’d gone their on their first date. When they went there with friends on Friday, McCabe had arranged for one of their pals to videotape the proposal.

The couple, surrounded by their friends, posed for a photo in front of the zoo. As one friend took their picture, another friend began filming in anticipation of the big moment.

McCabe held a ring behind her back and told Gillapsie she loved her. Then, dropping to one knee, she opened the ring box and asked “Will you marry me?” The whole time, Gillaspie cried tears of joy.

But instead of answering the question, Gillaspie turned around, grabbed her purse, and started digging around for something.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. Gillaspie pulled out another ring box.

McCabe, still down on one knee, immediately began laughing. Gillaspie had planned all along to propose to her, too.

Gillaspie opened the ring box and showed McCabe the ring she had planned to propose with — before McCabe beat her to the punch.

I didn’t see this on here and it was so cute I thought I’d share it. 

mauvists:

[image is an excerpt from a novel which reads, “I went downstairs to Dad’s encyclopedia and looked up HOMOSEXUALITY, but that didn’t tell me much about any of the things I felt. What struck me most, though, was that, in that whole long article, the world “love” wasn’t used even once. That made me mad; it was as if whoever wrote the article didn’t know that gay people actually love each other. The encyclopedia writers ought to talk to me, I thought as I went back to bed; I would tell them something about love.” end ID]

from annie on my mind by nancy garden

closet-keys:

I don’t trust anybody who positions lesbians & bi women as inherently in conflict tbh. I’m so tired of the generalizations & stereotypes of either identity being used to fuel infighting, especially now that I’m in a point in my life where I do have a rich, healthy & loving wlw community. I wish everyone would commit to not projecting bad experiences with one group of lesbians/bi women to literally every woman on earth who shares that identity label. We’re all just women who love women— if there’s anything inherent in us it is that we’re fated to be lovers and comrades, not enemies.