zara barrie writer

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

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?

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

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

You are your own ride or die.

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.

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.

The rebound is a natural part of the love food-chain.

A New York nightmare.

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

Daddy is an energy. Not a style.

A real love story doesn’t stop when the romantic love dissipates.

Heartbreak puts you in a powerful place.

Bring up a long-resolved feud with your sibling.

Kissing in the blue dark, drunk and I am seeing stars…

A coming-of-age story.

Did I make up all those intense feelings inside of my head?! What’s WRONG with me?!

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

Ask the girl out! Rejection can’t kill you.

You CAN die of embarrassment. TRUST ME. Just listen to a lesbian sex anthem in front of your parents.

“Silence is violence.”

As soon as that sweet little spring breeze makes its way through the static city sky and the air begins to smell like FLOWERS instead of SHIT — I’m totally and completely screwed.

Look in the mirror, babe.

Flannel had dumped Valentino.

Are you feeling super defensive about the title of this essay?

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

What a time to be alive!

Let her be wild.

Life is scary. Flirting with women is even scarier.

Throw parties that pay respectful homage to the original Sapphic Soap that changed our lives!