1. I’m a lesbian.
2. I’m a lesbian.
3. I’m a lesbian.
4. I’m a lesbian.
5. I’m a lesbian.
6. I’m a lesbian.
7. I’m a lesbian.
8. I’m a lesbian.
9. I’m a lesbian.
10. Guess what? I’m a lesbian.
Sorry not sorry, I woke up to the 233rd email this year from a transman asking me out. An email I won’t bother responding to because I know what comes next after I reject them. More emails lecturing me about transphobia, transplaining that I’m really into transmen (“you just don’t know it yet because you haven’t met the right one”), and one-upper emails because they need to have the last word (“you are not perfect either, Maria”).
Newsflash: my not sleeping with transmen is not about perfection or transphobia. I’m a fucking lesbian.
Could transmen please open a fucking dictionary before emailing or reaching out to me through a matchmaker where I clearly state that I’m only looking for butch or stone butch women?
Last time I checked, a lesbian is a woman who feels attracted to other women.
A lesbian is a woman who feels attracted to other women. Let that sink in for a minute.
If you grew up in the wrong body (*). If you have done all you could to transform that body. If you went through surgery and keep taking testosterone. If you changed your name. If you walk, talk, think, act, work and for all purposes live your everyday life as a straight man… If you know, see above, that I’m a lesbian. Why the fuck do you think I would want to date you?
(*) I know there is a more politically correct way of saying this, but I can’t remember it right now.