“What’s your type?” a lesbian asks me at the bar. For a while, I'd cringed at the lesbian question, dismissing it as irrelevant. I argued that attraction should be deeper than just a “type,” that| Queer Sapphic
Flirting with women, especially for the first time, can feel like trying to crack a secret code. I remember freezing with baby gay panic, wanting to bolt for the door, and yet so romantically drawn| Queer Sapphic
As a late-blooming lesbian, I remember my first lesbian date like it was yesterday (because it was just last year). I drank all the table water, struggled to keep eye contact, and panicked over who| Queer Sapphic
We’ve all heard it—or maybe even lived it. You meet an amazing girl, sparks fly, and before you know it, you’re euphorically yearning to merge lives, swap keys, and possibly move in together. It’s what| Queer Sapphic
In queer culture, there’s a well-worn joke about lesbian relationships: they move at the speed of light. Lesbian first dates seamlessly morph into cohabitation, and before you know it, a U-Haul is parked in the| Queer Sapphic