Status Updates From Dear Sappho: A Legacy of Le...

Oh, my ludicrous red and black lesbian heart

If I wasn't already a puddle of sapphic stereotypes

“I remember what you said the other night—that you're scared... So am I... But I'm also desperately in love. In love with everything in you and about you. In love with your thoughts, in love with your face, in love with your feelings and emotions. Is it wrong to feel this way?”

First time i went to an all-women dance. The most impressive thing i felt was the gentle loving energy flowing thruout. Women were dancing, laughing, liking, loving together. It's beautiful, this women-loving-women.

You will never be farther from me than my heart, where you have a permanent resting place, free from fear, free from judgement. I love you unconditionally.

I have been thinking very much these days of beauty-(poor name is it not for anything so Holy). I know that if everyone felt beauty strongly, felt that everything beautiful was God and all things not beautiful not God. That woman was the nearest symbol for beauty. If one could see this- there would be no sin, or squalor, or unhappiness in the whole world.

Long before the first button, poster, pamphlet, or book made claims for our liberation, the lesbian love letter cried out:" i love you, no matter what the world thinks."