so that was a fucking lie
i’m never here anymore but !!! these past few months i’ve been making some massive strides towards better mental health and better health overall. ever since i was 11 or 12 years old i’ve dealt with super intense suicidal urges and anxiety and paranoia but now i feel like i’m finally getting better. it’s not perfect but i feel like i’m on the road to some form of recovery. i’m super proud of myself tbh!!! i wish this for everybody who’s dealing with any kind of mental turmoil !!!
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no but seeing a woman like julien baker on the cover of rolling stone magazine would’ve meant so much to me as a lesbian teenager
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down to the center of a black hole,
a ruined sinner and a wasted soul.
RED DOOR by JULIEN BAKER
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i’m never here anymore but !!! these past few months i’ve been making some massive strides towards better mental health and better health overall. ever since i was 11 or 12 years old i’ve dealt with super intense suicidal urges and anxiety and paranoia but now i feel like i’m finally getting better. it’s not perfect but i feel like i’m on the road to some form of recovery. i’m super proud of myself tbh!!! i wish this for everybody who’s dealing with any kind of mental turmoil !!!
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Being a lesbian feels so claustrophobic. When you’re a lesbian there is nothing you can have for your own.
You can’t define yourself with words because they will be appropriated. "Gay" is an umbrella term. You’re gatekeeping if you ask bi/pan women note to call themselves “lesbians.” "Femme" is just a synonym for “feminine.”
Your sexuality is commodified and sold to men as a grotesque distortion of your experiences. Lesbian love gets repackaged as a sexy little fetish designed for palatability to the men we will never want. Every inch of your body is public property and must be up for discussion. Same with your sex life. They will ask if you scissor, if you use strap ons, what sex with dildos is like. Once someone came up to a girlfriend and I in pubic and asked her what my genitals tasted like. If you try to find other women to date you quickly encounter the het couples and het-partnered women who want you to be their exciting sex toy for the night.
You are scrutinized at all times. When you walk in public with your girlfriend they scream at you that you’re lesbians, that you’re dykes, because they want you to know that you are always being watched and you are unsafe.
You join LGBTQ+ communities only to find that people become angry if you talk about lesbians instead of “queer women.” They tell you that being a lesbian is a privilege, that your sexuality ought to be fluid, that your experiences don’t matter. You are invalidated at every turn. In death they might snatch away the final dignity of letting you die as a lesbian – look at what has happened to Sally Ride.
You can’t have your body. You can’t have your sexuality. You can’t have your privacy. You can’t even name your experiences. There is no space, no language, no tiny scrap of anything that will ever be yours.
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