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[forsapphics]

i'm a Grrrl who likes Grrrls. ⚢ 💋 ❤️ 🌈

[finalgirlguy]

alison bechdel truly deeply gets me like no one else in the entire world

[cetitan]

[jawz]

seeing people say insulting and degrading things about lesbian separatists, radical feminists, and even just old dykes in general becomes so funny once you spend any amount of time with these women. all of the slander is so obviously untrue and the reason the masses believe it is because patriarchy benefits from keeping lesbian lives and history buried, disconnecting the older and younger generations, and convincing young women that being proudly and openly lesbian will absolutely make you icky and unlikable

[vampiricvenus]

What gets me about the "sexuality is fluid so gay people should stop being exclusively gay" idiots is that sexuality being fluid doesn't necessarily refer to the genders you're into lmao.

I am a lesbian, fully, strictly, and happily and freely so. I didn't exactly choose this, but lesbianism is where I feel the most free by far (while I felt equally trapped and suffocated in the past identifying as either straight or bi).

However, I do have a certain fluidity within my lesbianism, because while I'm primarily femme4butch, sometimes there's a few femmes who get me going and I've semi-joked before about how it sort of almost feels like a bisexuality within lesbianism to me, since when I talk about "butch" and "femme" I don't mean "masculine" and "feminine" alone, but the specific dyke roles and dyke identities that plenty of dykes who partake in butch/femme culture have repeatedly described as kind of our own little sapphic genders.

But that's not what these homophobes want to conceive of as a legitimate type of sexual fluidity, because they want to portray sexualities that are exclusively gay as strict, binary and lacking in any nuance (unlike their more Enlightened sexualities).

It's why too those people insist on saying shit like "don't you get bored of only liking one (1) gender?", as if everyone of the same gender is the same as each other? As if experiencing romance and erotism with person A and person B who both happen to have the same gender identity will be the exact same experience on account of their gender?

Simply shallow, homophobic, dehumanizing pieces of shit in desperate need to touch grass.

[fl0werswillgr0w]

kristen stewart for rolling stone 🖤

[strbrrygashes]

[saint-vagrant]

last night i dreamt of a stranger...

i know... it's you.

𓇽

a story in progress.

[miera-mountains]

🤨?

[forsapphics]

♡⚢♡

[yearningandstillnotlearning]

A r t .

- B.E.

Blurb :p | no use of any names for the characters, just “she” and “you”

a/n: first fanfic posted ever im so nervous | this was my yearning from some months ago i decided to make it into something more | please comment on your opinion on this im nervy

Not fluffy nor sexual but a secret third thing (sensual)

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Have you got colour in your cheeks?

Leftover snack packets and crumbs of cookies and sugar littering the couch of the living room, clock read 12:38AM, its past midnight, yet for two girls with a sleep schedule as theirs, the night is still young, too young.

Family and friends long gone, others went home others went on dates, and another stayed behind to cherish this very moment.

Are there some aces up your sleeve?

Have you no idea that you’re in deep?

Laughs had hit the walls hours ago when they were once gathered up to 7, and even now at 2 laughs are still bouncing back and forth. Sneaky giggles and stupid jokes, unexplainable videos that just seem so funny when its late and for once youre not alone.

Energy drinks on the floor next to the bed and an annoyingly bright light hitting at the side to make up for the lack of sun, yet thats the last thing to bother you right now. Theres nothing that could actually bother you right now, not when you finally have her in front of you.

Ive dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Sketchbook in your lap, pencil in your hand and coloured pencils scattered along your side on the bed, criss crossed bodies mirroring each other face to face.

Even if your face wasn’t able to stay in one place. Even if your face couldn’t handle the urge to heat and melt your makeup off in the process, even if you couldn’t handle looking at her, as much as you couldn’t handle her looking at you.

How many secrets can you keep?

Your heart thumping in your chest the same way it does when you’re at a club next to the speaker, body shook with the beat of the speakers and the bass, and you couldn’t tell if its from the amount of energy drinks you’ve consumed this evening or her presence.

But this is better, oh this is way better, theres no eardrum-breaking noise, or people squished up together, stomach-stirring drinks, uncomfortable heels. None of that.

This is simply adrenaline in itself, it was the excitement pumping in your veins.

Cause theres this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow and i play it on repeat..

Emotions thumping at your heart and in your veins causing your blood to rush to your face, cheeks burning red, but the colour showed at your ears, palms so sweaty you hold your sketchbook carefully to not wet and bend the paper. Neck and collarbone stained with red rash spots, just how into her are you?

Shes not stupid now, you tell that to yourself to sleep better at night. She has noticed everything, a simple blood rush is nothing. The way you look at her when everyone is talking laughing and you’re quiet? When your choice of “recharging” your social battery is looking at and through her? When you’re alone and suddenly your voice drops to just above a whisper, sweeter than any sugarcoated candy? When you doodle her and her only out of so many people, there are 5 other people with you two, yet who do you draw the most? You spend all your effort and time on her, enjoyably so.

Until i fall asleep,

A hand picking up your own has a wave of goosebumps sent across your body, a wave of heat while doing so. An amused laugh breaks your gaze, from the mixed hands, up to her own stare.

Shes staring at you, and you’re wishing she would stare nowhere near you. The fear in your brain banging like a migraine, wordlessly telling you she sees it all, and the very same fear in your body, giving her all the confirmation she needs. Her eyes softening as her one-sided laughter dies down, and you’ve yet to actually see her. So far you have been too caught up in your own thoughts to see in front of you until now.

A hand holding your burning one to her also heated cheek, and a twinkle in her eye right between that blown out pupil and icy blue cloud that dances like the stars do on the dark night sky right outside the window.

“I knew you felt it too, Im not crazy to like you”

spillin’ drinks on my settee.

[femmeloverboy]

why do u say dyke as a bi person, weirdo lol

You're clearly not asking in good faith, so I doubt you actually care, but I'm gonna answer & link some resources anyway. You are uneducated on queer history!!

Bisexuals, particularly bi women, have identified as dykes for years. In the past the lesbian and bisexual community didn't have a huge clean cut line. Bi dykes have been a thing forever, always have been, and always will. In real life dyke spaces, they don't care if dykes are bisexual or exclusively attracted to women. Bigots who hurl the slur at people do not care if you're bisexual or exclusively attracted to women. Here's an article on bisexual dykehood by Kravitz Marshall.

carrds with many resources and explanations (don't "but carrds aren't reliable" me until you've actually read through them and the sources they have): one + two + three

The artist Leanne Franson has a comic series called Liliane, Bi-Dyke along with other works that discuss being a bi dyke, which I recommend. link + link + link

You can look through the #bi history, #queer history, or #⚢ tags on my account to find posts I have reblogged about this. Here's a good one.

I identify as a dyke because it is a word that I connect with, and it accurately describes my queer attraction to women in a way other words don't. It has been used against me in the past. I do not use it as a slur, I never have & never will, it's a queer identity that I identify with bcuz it includes me and I connect with it.

Finally, here's a bunch of images (I don't have the sources + dates for them all rn, but if you ask me I will find them for you):

[lina222eidolonl]

meow

im late with these xd

[jawz]

that said. lesbians who smoke weed and don’t try and be overly pc are keeping this website alive <3

[vampiricvenus]

There's this huge pattern I keep noticing of femme dykes who took a long time to realize they're sapphic (usually BUT NOT ALWAYS lesbians) whose femininity was deeply inspired and influenced by the femininity of drag queens and gay boys more than any traditional cis women's femininity.

We see it on Chappell Roan, we see it on Elvira/Cassandra Peterson, and I definitely relate to that experience as well, and so do most if not all the femme dykes I keep in contact with. I absolutely relate way, way more to queer femininity than to traditional cishet women's, and even when I feel comfortable in femininity that isn't expressly queer, it's still some sort of femininity that deviates from standard forms of traditional femininity.

It's why I've said for a while to my closest people that if goth femininity wasn't a thing I'd just be an androgynous blob. That + queer femininity are the only femininities I feel at home in, anything else honestly makes me feel something close to the gender dysphoria I tend to experience around my boobs.