Zara Barrie

Lesbian dating is different on each coast: NY Lesbians Bitch, LA Lesbians Pitch. 

Queer femmes are the OG ‘demures.’

Do you know what I longed for during the pandemic with the feverish intensity usually reserved for an irresistibly sexy ex you know you’ll never get the chance to have sex with ever again?

Lesbian Nightlife. 

Dyke Nightlife. 

Queer Nightlife. 

Carrie, I think it’s time you get back to your roots. Come to the city. We’ll eat pasta and cry and laugh and wax poetic over our love of antidepressants.

Do you want to date a boss-bitch? Well, guess what? A boss-bitch is a boss-bitch because she’s paying attention to everything. And honestly, it’s quite frankly annoying to have a partner who pays that close attention to you, who notices when you’re slipping through the cracks.

Unconditional love is far more powerful than biology. Biology doesn’t guarantee that people are going to show up for you the way Shane and Alice show up for Bette and Angie.

What this episode reminded me of is the beauty in f*cking up. She’s an unconventional beauty for sure, but anything powerful will never be run-of-the-mill.

The dyke divinity is in the details.

Never have I ever worked with such a fiery, passionate, smart, creative, and wildly opinionated group of women

The castle I call home has crumbled.

All I’m asking for is *one* date, Carmen.

Something just *clicked.*

So what does this empty space mean? Does it mean you’ve fallen through the cracks?

Who knows what’s really going on? Who knows what goes on in the lesbian fashion underworld, besides the long-limbed lesbian fashion icons themselves?

I knew I wanted something big for my life. Something WNBA big.

Lesbian bed death can truly come back from the dead.

Not only did I have a marijuana-seeking dog, he chose to eat roaches. Did he not deem himself worthy of the plump buds next to the sad, sorry, limp joint remnants? Did he need counseling?

Andrea Gibson will pull you back into focus when you feel yourself fading away.

Here’s to the creatives, our greatest professors who manage to stay creative in a culture that is forever undermining their worth in the world when they’re ones who bring us the world.

CURL, if your lashes identify as heterosexual.

I liked the way the word lesbian rolled off my tongue and “angry” described exactly how I felt.

I don’t really have a thesis here.

How I learned to get a GRIP.

The suburban confessions of a native New Yorker.

What is it about white wine that makes us EXTRA un-hinged the following day?

You are your own ride or die.

The landmark ruling is not only a groundbreaking victory for LGBTQ people and advocates all over the country, it comes as a surprise from our increasingly conservative court.

But there will still be an energy, an electric vibe, even if we’re locked inside.

Because if you strip away the sparkles and the rainbows, the LGBTQ rights movement is about fighting, with everything you have in your body, for humanity. And right now Black humans need us to step up and speak out.

Be. A. TEASE. For we all want what doesn’t ~come~ easily.

Now, I ALWAYS kiss on the first date. Just to make sure I don’t fall for another rough tongue.

When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I run away.

Did you feed your cat Doritos? I did.

I’m a desert Jew with eyebrows like caterpillars and arms so hairy you can’t make out the complexion of my skin beneath the thick brush.

Binging feels sort of like that manic social media scroll. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. Nothing good is going inside of you. You know this. But still. You can’t stop.

Stop stealing her clothes. You’re not sisters. You’re lovers.