Sex + Dating

Maybe the month of February is our true “Happiest Season.”

Jealousy in polyamory is a common concern. How your own unique heart navigates it may determine whether polyamory is a good choice for you. 

100 lesbian, bi, queer, and just plain human moments that had extra special meaning for our entire community.

You’ve heard of goat yoga…but what about a lesbian llama wedding?

Last November, Corona was a beer, you only saw facemasks at the dentist, and dyke nightlife was popping off all around the world.

“I’ve spent my whole life trying to be in healthy non-hierarchical polyamorous relationships, and now that I am, the pandemic has me too scared to act on it.”

It is hard, being this curvy, and hot, and great at cooking when I want to be with a woman.

Though some people totally missed the point of my coming out, I realized that I didn’t care.

It’s just a quiet little thing, like a kitten wrapped up in a blanket. I expected fireworks, either the violent kind or the celebratory kind, but there is nothing but the quiet of the evening, heavy around our ears.

“One of the many times I realized I was a lesbian was when I was in the throes of a high school threesome.”

Wearing mascara? It’s going to streak.

There’s explosive diversity in each of us.

“I wish I had a strong, beautiful representation of what it meant to be a trans woman. I wish that the popular girl — the girl who gets the guy, the girl who gets the crown — was trans.”

We all know lesbians are known for “overprocessing” (if there is such thing!) and talking about our feelings ad nauseam. But guess what? It’s fundamental to a healthy relationship.

There’s a unanimous sense of gratitude for She Soho, for this gathering of queer womxn, for the simplicity of this night, for the survival of our community spaces – places we may once have taken for granted, but never will again. 

Love as a young Black lesbian has not been patient. Nor kind.

Milchtein and Morgan didn’t have the support of their parents, so many “mama bears” showed up in the comments to fill in.

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?

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?

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

Bonus: no one dies in a swimming pool.

The suburban confessions of a native New Yorker.

Here is a secret I learned from many many summers without a pool because I wasn’t a cool rich kid: Slip N Slide.

Can we date with oblivion to the moon, and stars, or should we consider our charts when we fall in love? 

You are your own ride or die.

Minutes into the Facebook Live, we were taken by the (virtual) hand, and whisked away.

FROM THE ARCHIVES: Tinder confirmed that I am a big ol’ homo.

On the one hand, the flowers in LA were in full bloom; everything was so green and abundant. On the other hand, we were in a pandemic. On one hand, I was in love. On the other hand, it was with the wrong person.

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.

Have you ever been so heartbroken, you don’t recognize yourself or where you are or who you’re with?

FROM THE ARCHIVES: Never have I ever.