lesbian and queer fashion includes hijabs, niqabs, burqas, and other religious and cultural clothing. queer muslims, queer jewish people, queer people of color, should not have to choose between their faith and their presentation. they do not need to sacrifice their cultural clothing in order to satisfy western standards of queer gender presentation. butch and femme muslims, jewish people, and poc who wear niqabs, burqas, niqabs, yarmulkes, etc- are not “straying” from lesbian fashion or culture, they are adding to it and making it more rich and beautiful. all sapphics deserve to feel safe in their head coverings. if you’re a sapphic who wears head coverings/body coverings or cultural clothing of some sort, you are valuable and beautiful just as you are.

When we wake up together in Brooklyn, we are three thousand miles away from our daily lives on the West Coast, and I already know that I am in love with her. We have slept facing East, and sunrise, Jerusalem, farther; the morning light streams in through thin curtains, and when I open my eyes I can see her smiling at me. We have grown close to one another, and then closer; I look at this smile of hers, and I think that maybe she has started to see her future in me. That night we celebrate Shabbat with her family, and then we return to bed, to celebrate with each other.

This is a simple jewish story and a simple love story. A nice Jewish boy meets a nice Jewish girl in the woods, and they start what seems to be a summer camp romance, only it holds, and through the campfire flirtation, they become an us. But the story here is also between two queers, and this infuses each layer: My butch self ot her femme self, my tattoos against her bare skin, the glasses that we each have to take off when we kiss, my white T-shirt against her black slip, and my palms, pressed into hers, fingers entwined; all of the ways that love has threaded itself between us, the most simple and complex revelations.

Before we know each other well, and before we tell each other our stories, and before I am hers, and she is mine, there is the beginning, and in the beginning I walk across the room to talk to her. She is on one side, and I am on the other, and I am immediately drawn to her, compelled. And then there is also the act of standing near her: there is this deep flash of recognition between us, this low hum just below the surface. There is this feeling of familiarity, and ease underneath all the words that we are saying, and all the words that we are not saying -- and this feeling between us is like speaking a second language, like speaking the language of our homeland, uncovered. Right from the start, this standing near her, it leaves me wanting more. "

"What We Know To Be True", Sasha T. Goldberg, On Butch and Femme: Compiled Readings, (edited by I.M. Epstein) (2017)

Need me more Jewish lesbians

My femme is so fucking beautiful 😭😭😭🩷🩷 i am so full of love and life for her every day i wake up overjoyed to have the privilege to exist in the same world as her. 🩷🩷🩷😭💐💐🥲

It's passover tomorrow and that makes me think about how next year when I live on my own I want to celebrate passover and all the other Jewish holidays with my girlfriend 🩷

me and who?!?!??

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Source: The New Our Right To Love ; A Lesbian Resource Book - edited by Ginny Vida

How to be Jewish

finally getting the on-screen Jewish lesbian rep I never got as a child is something so personal

what does a jewish american princess (lesbian) have to do to get attention from a nice jewish boy (lesbian) around here

"I go to synagogue with my family, the whole great messy extended clan of grandparents and cousins and all, and my grandfather who is now five inches shorter than I am and a hundred pounds lighter and also-by-the-way-eighty-five-years-old reaches out when we get to the part of the path that isn't paved and takes my hand and puts it in the crook of his elbow to steady me as we walk. When I sit, I don't plant my feet, knees spread wide, and rest my forearms on my thighs during casual conversation; I don't use the booming voice of my butch lungs that can get the attention of a crowded room in full voice, but the musical one, a full octave higher, than I use to speak into silence when I give a speech.

Our rabbi, who has known me since I was the universe's most awkward preteen girl, puts a big, warm hand on the small of my back as we walk, guiding me with him. I try to make it look natural, but I know that if there's a butch watching ze's laughing hir ass off inside, seeing me suddenly trying to do the entire dance backward in heels. Okay, not really heels. You know what I mean. But it does feel exactly like when I dance with my father or grandfathers, the only people left in the world who still want to lead me, and I have to hang on to my dad for dear life because he's the only lead I know stronger than me and can get me through. Paradoxically it's much easier for me to follow him, strong and sure as he is, and let myself be easy in his embrace than it is for me when I dance with my grandfathers, and their weak leads leave me helpless and ungainly on the floor. Without any traction I can't find a gender, or even a rhythm."

Butch is a Noun, essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)

VENT POST

I am so indescribably lonely. I want a girlfriend so badly i am 20 yrs old and have never been in a relationship. I don’t fall for people easy at all I’ve like 3 people in my 20 yrs of living. I keep being ghosted but it’s probably karma bc I used to do that (I feel bad abt it) the thing is I’m looking for Jewish girls, specifically ones that grew up orthodox like me. There’s gay orthodox girls but they’re either taken, younger, or I’m just not into them and it sucks. To find someone who’s into at least similar stuff then me and shares the same views and has the same boundaries and same background and lives near me feels impossible. I’m so afraid of being alone forever. I’m so afraid of never finding love that’s reciprocated and healthy. I’m so afraid I’ll never fall for someone again or that they’ll never fall for me. I’m so scared of getting hurt and then having to start again. I’m scared of being codependent. I’m scared no one will ever love me as much as I love them. Most of my friends r in relationships rn and I love them but I’m so extremely jealous it hurts. It’s so hard being gay and having grown up like this it’s so hard knowing the circle of someone who fits ur “criteria” or wtvr is so small because I’ll never be able to date a boy bc I’m a lesbian so I have to find someone who’s gay ya know? I just want to be someone’s most important person, I just wish I was able to make mistakes and learn abt this stuff when I was younger and now I’m an adult and childhood friends of mine are literally getting fucking MARRIED and where am I? Just lonely and sad and bitter.

omg just saw your new pfp in my notifs and i love it so much

Thank you ))))) I love yours too! They're sort of matching. <3

being a burly butch lesbian is just apart of my family tradition (being a jew)

i'm spending this rainy evening journaling about little instances of jewish lesbian joy!! i'm not gonna dump my writing onto all of you, but please know that i love all jewish sapphics unconditionally💗💗💗

andddd as always, my dms are open and i love making friends

I am a jewish lesbian.... therefore.... I am gay..... but not goy......