this is my lesbian sister

anonymous asked:

hi, a friend recommended me to you as a safe space. I just wanted someone to talk to because I just got in a nasty argument with a bunch of people calling me homophobic because I said my sister is biromantic lesbian. It felt really nasty so I'm kind of trying to purge the toxins and hate out of my system. Also if anyone can help me understand why this label might be harmful to lesbians and can do so in a rational manner without automatically jumping on the "you're a lesbophobe" train please hmu

Hm. They might see it as threatening, implying that lesbians aren’t women exclusive. That’s probably why they got upset and then got mean. But if it’s how she personally describes herself then it’s nobody’s business. If it’s the easiest language for her then she should be free to use it, especially since some state-side lesbians don’t like the terms homosexual or homoromantic (it’s different in other countries, I think Switzerland or Holland uses HBTQ or something similar? One of the European countries, I apologize if I’m way off) because it had clinical origins. Of course, that’s all a matter of choice, but if she doesn’t like homosexual then she should be able to just use lesbian.

You should ask your sister how she would like you to describe her when you do. If she says absolutely biromantic lesbian than that’s what you should use. It’s a perfectly valid combination. You may still have to block a few people who won’t accept her still, there’ll always be those people, but I’m proud of you for standing for her identity. It’s nice to see a sibling who cares.

-Lou the Lobster

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.