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Lesbian Facts

Just some lesbian facts.

  • Asking a lesbian if she don’t like men isn’t going to suddenly make her reevaluate her whole life and sexuality.
  • Not all lesbians are identified as butch or femme.
  • Being a lesbian is not a phase,and it isnt a choice.
  • Lesbians are not necessarily attracted to all girls they meet.
  • Being a lesbian is not the same thing as being a straight men.
  • A girl can have long hair and still be lesbian.
  • Lesbians proves that girls don’t have to wear make up to look attractive.
  • Lesbians hate it when straight girls experiment on them.
  • Just because lesbians are sexually and emotionally attracted to women, does not mean they hate or even dislike men. In fact, many lesbians love men.
  • Just as heterosexual people can know they are straight without ever having sex, lesbians too can know they are attracted to women without ever having to sleep with one.
  • Sure lesbians have sex, but like heterosexual relationships, sex is not all there is to lesbian relationships.
  • Lesbians connect with each other on an emotional and spiritual level.
  • Many lesbians haven’t met the right woman yet, but meeting a man has nothing to do with it.

#yes #truth

Ten Things You Should Never Say to a Lesbian

All lesbians have penis envy; they just want to be men.

No, we don’t. We are women who like to be with women. Who said anything about men? So guys have dicks, so what? It’s not like I can’t walk six blocks and buy a dick of my own. Plus, I don’t have to worry about being too small, coming too early, or getting it up. If anything, men want to be lesbians.

I am totally cool with lesbians, I just think two guys fucking is gross.

Do you really think that makes us feel good to hear that? While many lesbians might also be less than excited about fucking men, we are still a part of the gay community. We don’t care about your approval, and you are not any less homophobic just because you get hot about the idea of two chicks going at it. You know what I think is gross? Your impudence and stupidity.

You’re too pretty and feminine to be a lesbian.

If you think all lesbians are big ol’ dykes with crew cuts, flannel shirts, and combat boots, then you have obviously had your eyes closed for pretty much your whole life. If you think all lesbians are ugly women who just can’t get a man, then you are an idiot. Lesbians come in all types, shapes, hairstyles, clothing, sizes, hot and not, fat and skinny, girly and not so girly. Don’t say stupid things like that—women are never too pretty and feminine to be lesbians … I bet you a hundred bucks my girlfriend is hotter than yours.

How do you have sex without a man?

Very easily actually. If guys didn’t have penises, I am sure they would find something to do in bed with a woman. Contrary to assumptions made during the Victorian era, women can and do have sex without men all the time—and very well I might add.

Why do you have to flaunt your sexuality and shove it in our faces?

Every day of my life, I see heterosexual people holding hands, kissing each other, and wearing their heterosexual clothes. I see advertisements and movies; I watch TV shows and read magazines; everything I see celebrates and flaunts the lives and loves of heterosexuals. If anything, you shove your sexuality in my face all the time. If I hold hands with my girlfriend, I am not shoving anything into your face; I am just holding hands with my girlfriend. Not everything is about you.

Lesbians can’t raise kids, especially boys. Children need a mom and a dad.

Are you living in the 1950s? At least half of you reading this have divorced parents and of that group, nearly 80 percent of you lived with your mom after the divorce. Are you saying that you are screwed up because you only lived with your mom? Kids need love and security, and besides, all studies have shown that children raised by gay parents are no different from those who grow up in heterosexual households … so shut up.

Are you hitting on me?

Ummm … probably not. This may come as a surprise to you, but not all gay people want you. Do you want every heterosexual person you see? Don’t you have taste? Discernment? Get over yourself—you’re not that hot.

Hello sir (or dude, or bro, or son …)

Do you have eyes? Just because I have short hair and wear men’s clothes does not mean that I am a guy, that I want to be a guy, or that I hate guys. It’s just hair and clothes—get over it.

Can I watch?

No! And please stop asking. Life is not a porno movie. Would you want some dude watching you? I don’t think so.

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Maybe This Is Love

            Simply put, the girl took my breath away. Something about the way my heart tightened and my stomach flipped looking at her convinced me it was love; nothing else could be so sharply sweet and dangerous. Her eyes were a battle of light and dark, of the very natures of herself, and every time I looked I saw something different. Her laugh brought life to me, but more often than not I felt myself gasping for liberation, for release, for her. She became the very blood than ran through my veins, that ran hot and cold, that was too far under my skin to ever be apart from me. Simply put, the girl made me breathe.

            Her lips were a permanent fixture on my life, drawing words off my tongue and filling my mouth with her. I wanted to be able to taste her when I closed my eyes, I wanted to feel her kiss in my dreams. I wanted her to burn herself into my skin and leave scars where I couldn’t avoid them. I wanted her to see the way her existence stained my soul, I wanted her to see the way she was tattooed onto my bones. I wanted her to feel the same as myself.

            I cherished her heart because it was my own blood that flowed through it. I admired her spirit because it was kindred to my own. She was fire, I was oxygen. She was the switch, I was the electricity. She was blood, I was tears. We were something irrevocably different and indefinitely inseparable. We were in love, and that was something I hadn’t expected.