“when my husband’s here.”
Frida Kahlo
Te adoro! Here’s
a painting of me being
cruelly tortured.
DATING: IT’S NOT OK, OKCUPID
I bet many of you are wondering why this chapter exists because common knowledge has it that lesbians don’t actually “date.” Instead the timeline follows as such: girl meets girl, their genitals fuse together in a state of ecstatic union, and then they go raise chickens together somewhere. But that’s not (always) the case! Dating and courtship are still very much a part of the lez experience. This chapter, hence, navigates the perilous waters of dating and popular websites such as OkCupid and Craigslist.
What’s a “date”?
We met; we had sex;
then the next thing I knew, we
were buying wind chimes!
A REPRESENTATIVE SAMPLE OF ALL CRAIGSLIST WOMEN 4 WOMEN MISSED CONNECTIONS
To the tall, dark-haired witch from the Moon-Worshipping Ritual
I think you swiped my
sage stick accidentally.
I’d like it back please.
RE: To the tall, dark-haired witch from the Moon-Worshipping Ritual
I bought that sage at
Womb of One’s Own, Sunray. We
need to dialogue?
RE: RE: To the tall, dark-haired witch from the Moon-Worshipping Ritual
r /> Goddess no! But I
sure hope you purify your
soul with it, Ember.
Ahead of me at Whole Foods today
You have great taste in
nutritional yeast! I will
ignore the Craisins.
The girl in line for the Port-o-Potty with the infinity tattoo at the Canadian folk festival
I wrote a poem