advice from lesbian women

How I learned to get a GRIP.

Soft-boiled eggs are the unsung hero of faux domestication.

Be safe, but don’t apologize.

No one will remember the linens, but they *will* remember the vows.

Dry January could change your life.

Heartbreak puts you in a powerful place.

Sick likes to be with sick.

What is a femme’s love language? Gifts.

Nothing is more powerful than a party girl’s bright light. Nothing. 

Beware of the UHO. Like seriously, beware of the UHO.

I’m not trying to recruit you into loving the word lesbian, but really, I’m trying to tell you from the deepest pit of my Sapphic heart to love who you are.

Let’s talk about bad sex.

Google “how do lesbians have kids?” don’t ask me, OK?

For we would be lost lesbians without these magical humans.

Lesbians love us some processing.

Lesbians, this is a HUGE undertaking.

Be nice, be real, be sexy AF.

Host a potluck. You’ll be in for life.

Act like the freak they secretly think you are.

The anxious babe’s guide to fighting off PANIC.

Trust your gut and don’t give up.

So many ways to come out! Try them all!

You deserve to get all dolled up for you—and only you.

“I wanted to disappear into the smog-ridden air.”

For she’s all you truly have.

Do you know how many times I’ve fervently prayed that it thunderstorms the day of that fabulous lesbian pool party, just so I can avoid the trauma of the bikini?

It’s easy to get overwhelmed and lost in a sea of glitter and tequila.

Pro tip: Contain your drunkness.

If any of you fellow baby dykes are experiencing the urge to merge (and I know you are), don’t panic.

Sometimes the whole breakup song and dance is truly unwarranted.

A new comedy based on the real-life dating struggles of a lesbian in NYC.

Shy girls: We see you and we *are* you.

I’m wearing sexy lingerie, you can pay for the cheese plate.

You can read the vibes when a little ~arm touching~ is appropriate.

Winter can be very romantic.

There’s a fine line between roasting and emotional abuse.