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Dear Sapphics,
It’s okay to like girls.
It’s okay to look at girls and admire their beauty.
It’s okay to have crushes, squishes, and more on girls.
It’s okay to date girls.
It’s okay to want to kiss girls.
It’s okay to want to have sex with girls.
It’s okay to only want to cuddle and hold hands with girls.
Your attraction to girls is not wrong. It is not dirty or disgusting. It is not immoral or unnatural. Your attraction to girls is beautiful and is something you should celebrate and enjoy!! Loving girls is a wonderful thing! Take pride in it 💗
WHY LESBIAN SEX IS BETTER
Women know what women want. Our natural emotional connection with other women makes lesbian sexuality a profoundly different experience than any woman can ever experience with a man. And the physical aspect of sex between women is a kind of magic so special that lesbians wonder why any woman would ever want anything else. Sex educator Jenny Block is bisexual. She produced a video at Huffington Post’s “Cliteracy” project that explains why lesbian sex is better:
Most women never have orgasms from heterosexual intercourse. All those movies about how “romantic” and “sexy” it is to “make love” to a man are just patriarchal propaganda. Teenage girls are always disappointed after they experience what sex with guys is really like, but the fact that phallic intercourse is unsatisfying (and often painful) doesn’t usually register in her mind as significant in terms of her own sexuality. Her friends tell her she’ll “get used to it,” but even after she gets used to it, sex still isn’t what she wants it to be and doesn’t satisfy her own desires because sex with a male is always about what he wants.
Women know how to make a woman orgasm. If you can orgasm by masturbating, you can do the same thing together with another woman and make each other orgasm, too.
The only reason more women don’t have sex with each other is because we are taught that lesbianism is ‘wrong” and taught that we “need” men sexually. It’s the same reason we are taught that masturbation is bad. The easiest and most natural way for a woman to really enjoy sex is by herself or with another woman. But because men demand sexual access to women, we’re taught a view of sexuality that is defined and controlled by men. Girls are trained to pass the “patriarchal fuckability test” and to measure our own value by how well we conform to male desires. Conforming ourselves to this phallocentric definition requires that we learn to ignore our own needs and deny our own desires. “Love” means being a man’s sexual property, existing for his pleasure, learning to perform as a penis receptacle. Teaching a girl how to be what a woman “should” be according to the system of male supremacy means teaching her to reject her own natural sexuality. She is taught to be ashamed of her own body, warned against the “danger” of masturbation, and especially prohibited from exploring the possibility of lesbian identity. Heteronormativity pushes her toward seeking approval from males and limits her erotic imagination so she can only consider males as potential partners for “love.” This kind of training in childhood makes girls think that sex with men is the only “real” sex, so we aren’t even allowed to imagine sex without men. Our “crushes” on other girls are dismissed as insignificant. If we develop actual romantic relationships with other girls, our parents tell us we are only “going through a phase.” Even when our same-sex attractions lead to physical intimacy, we are told (and may tell ourselves) that this is just “experimenting”; it doesn’t count as “real” sex and doesn’t make us “real” lesbians. Because of all this, many women are forced into a kind of pseudo-heterosexuality, engaging in unsatisfying relationships with males in an attempt to prove they are “normal.” Even though sex with men doesn’t satisfy her, even though she never orgasms from “normal” sex, the pseudo-heterosexual woman has boyfriends and may even marry a man because she knows that is what she “should” do.
Watch Jenny Block’s “Cliteracy” video. Ask yourself: Why do women think they “need” men at all?
“Why Girl/Girl Lovemaking Is Best.”
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The Top Dozen reasons.
Note: These are my opinions as to why lesbian lovemaking is best. This list consists of generalities that I believe are only true “on average”. They certainly do not apply to every girl or every guy. Moreover, this is not presented as the “truth” - only as one lesbian’s perspective. Heterosexual men and women and gay men - please don’t tell me that you disagree. Please don’t even read this! Instead, please write your own list!
Here are my the top dozen reasons why its better for a girl to make love with another girl. These are presented in no particular order:
1. Girls are so beautiful, soft, and sexy. When you do it with a girl you get to look at, feel, and do things to a girl instead of to a guy. Even straight girls usually agree that girls are so much prettier to look at, so much nicer to kiss and feel, sexier looking, have chests that are inherently sexier than male chests, have no scratchy faces or body hair to deal with, have sensuous curves to feel and admire, etc.
2. Girls usually prefer more tenderness, romance, and also care more about the setting. Girls like to kiss, cuddle, exchange flowers and other gifts, use candles and music to set the mood, and do other romantic things much more than guys do. (There are of course many exceptions where a girl just wants to have quick sex, but not on average.) Girls usually make love to a person, not to body parts. For this reason girls usually want to get to know another girl as a person before sex. We’re less likely to consider another girl to be just a piece of meat. All this makes the sex so much better when it does happen.
3. Girls are more likely to get pleasure from giving pleasure to whoever they make love with. This means that another girl will probably try harder to please you, especially orally. Perhaps men are even programmed by nature to penetrate, come, and then to have no more interest in sex, rather than to truly work to please their partner.
4. A girl inherently knows how to please another girl. Because she’s got her own pussy and breasts, she instinctively knows better what a girl wants and how to make love with another woman. Perhaps for this reason girls are more patient in bed. Because they know that most girls like it slow, romantic and gradual a high percentage of the time, rather than “slam-bam-thank you ma'am”. So a girl usually is better at pleasing another girl.
5. Breasts. Only girls have sexy breasts. And breasts are so mind-bogglingly beautiful. A universal sign of sexiness, to both men and women. Most girls would much rather look at feel, lick, kiss or suck a girl’s nipples than a guy’s nipples. And look at, etc. a girl’s breasts than a guy’s hairy breasts. For most girls - even straight girls - its not even close.
6. The genitals. Most girls think that a pussy is beautiful and that a cock is not - maybe even that cocks are scary or yucky. Most girls would rather lick or suck another girl until she comes than blow a guy until he comes.
7. Girls’ sounds, passion, responsiveness, and movement. Guys usually are silent or moan a bit. But women are louder and more passionate in bed, and often writhe with pleasure. Naturally girls prefer to make love to someone - a woman - who obviously loves what they are doing to them, rather than to a guy who just grunts a bit or says nothing. The responsiveness you get from a girl is positive feedback that is wonderful for the active lovemaker.
8. Stamina. A guy comes once and then its over, at least for long enough to interrupt the lovemaking. A girl can come again and again, and after she comes she still has an inclination to please you, whereas often a man often loses interest and sometimes even wants to go to sleep.
9. The emotional connection makes the sex better. Girls understand each other better and can connect better with another girl. A girl can be closer with another girl than with a guy. Because of the sameness, the emotional connection can deeper, and this makes the sex more satisfying.
10. Its nicer know you both inherently are more likely to want the same things. Some men will kiss you as long as you like, suck your breasts as long as you like, and romance you as much as you like. But you wonder: are they doing it because they like kissing, etc as much as a girl does, or is it just a way for them to get into your panties? Its nicer with a girl because you know they like kissing, cuddling, romance, etc. as much as you do.
11. The interactive process that ratchets up your lovemaking. You show that you are passionate and you vocalize move, and react, which turns her on and makes her vocalize and become more passionate, which turns you on even more, etc. Because a man doesn’t show his passion, move, or vocalize nearly as much, there’s less of this wonderful ratcheting up process.
12. You start from a position of equality because you’re more nearly equal in terms of size and strength, and another girl can’t rape you with her cock. With another woman you don’t start with a power imbalance, and since both women know this, you both can concentrate more on other goals and values, such as pleasure and love. Often with a man, the women must employ a variety of techniques, both sexual and non-sexual, to make up for this imbalance. With another woman no such games are necessary.
Readers - Why do you think girls are better at making love with another girl? Did I leave any of the most important reasons out? Are there any changes or additions you can suggest? Linda [email protected]
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lesbianism is so pure & natural & beautiful. despite women being so heavily oppressed to the point where lesbians had 0 autonomy and existed in complete secret, often even having to get married to men and live an entire lie with no way out, we still existed. lesbians still would find ways to make spaces and to live our lives. some lesbians even rejected all expectations placed on women and lived as men just so they could be free to love women. that level of strength and resilience is something unique to us and it makes me so proud of how far we’ve come. we will continue to persevere and exist because no amount of homophobia will manage to prevent female homosexuality from existing. ❤️
Since the Siren holds such a great feminine presence, she poses as a threat to insecure women and weak males. Nonetheless, she remains desensitized to their negativity. She is too comfortable in her sexuality to feel ashamed or insecure. To her, life is a game with levels and those who dislike her are simply not on her level.
THE SIREN ARCHETYPE
As a lesbian. I love your blog !!!!
Thank you. All of my posts are meant to arouse, encourage and empower women as much as possible to see the beauty of the lesbian community.
everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown
Actually I learned years ago that friendship is way more important than relationships. Even in the LGBT community. Partners, lovers, etc will come and go; but friends will be there when they do.
Anytime I have a new girlfriend who comments how she doesn't like this friend or that one, I remind them that my friends come first just like my child always comes first.
It’s a shame how many people (if not most) prioritize their relationships over their friendships. Unfortunately this also happens a lot in the LGBTQ+ community.
My friends are just as important as my relationships.
The Dance
We lay in bed under the covers, facing each other, the gentle comfort of out naked bodies wrapped in a simple loving embrace. Our lips gently kiss over and over as our hands slowly explore, nails dragging over naked skin. Goosebumps and sighs a response to the sensually simple moment of connection between our two bodies and souls.
Your thigh gently resting between mine teasing my already aroused sex with light brushes, urging me closer. Shifting ever so slightly, I feel the cool softness of your skin press against the heat of my arousal. My hips slowly start to slide and brush against you as our kisses and caresses continue separate of my growing need.
I press ever so slightly harder, feeling my arousal starting to spread over your thigh, making my tortured need grow more intense. The touch of you against my thigh adds to the pleasure of the moment as you let out a soft sigh between our kisses. Your own body matching mine.
We press closer, breast on breast, lips sliding and pulling and sucking on each other. Our fingers still explore and caress quickly warming skin. Our moans, whimpers and sighs fill the room around us, creating the music to which our dance is timed.
The intensity of the music picks up, the power behind it driving us closer to the other. Our bodies pressed tightly together, still on our sides, under the covers, the most intimate of dances between to women whose love feeds the music.
Our dance intensifies to follow the music. Our movements; fluid, eager, needy, but not rushed. We feel the warmth of our desire surround us as the music grows closer to the crescendo. I gaze into your piercing blue eyes as we dance, feeling my heart race, feeling only you and I dancing as the rest of the world falls away.
As the music fades, the heat, desire and contentment of our dance lingers, surrounding us in a comfortable warmth. We gaze into each others eyes, feeling the energy of the dance ripple over our skin, understanding the glorious moment of serenity and shared connection we shared. The powerful love between us that became the dance.
I met a girl at the club. It was a hot humid night and we danced and laughed and kissed. She smelled like incense and we sang to Billy Eilish. At the end of the night she invited me on a date tomorrow evening at her house. A vast shared house with 11 other flatmates plus their friends and partners. We all cooked together making huge quantities of vegan curry. At one point someone played Umbrella by Rihanna and everyone appeared and did a flash mob dance to it. I joined in following her moves, her face lit with joy. Later that night as I sat outside she appeared with my phone and gave it to me. “I’ve been sending you tit pics from the bathroom” she laughed. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her neck. I told her how much I had enjoyed the evening. “Let me show you my world tomorrow”. She arrived promptly at 8. I pull her in and take her coat. I kneel down and slide off her heels. I can tell she’s made such an effort. She smells and looks wonderful. A little nervous compared to the relaxed carefree girl of the last two evenings, She’s 3 or 4 inches shorter than me. I eye her hungrily. “Are you hungry?” I ask, she shakes her head. “I’m starving” I tell her as I pick her up and she giggles relaxing a little. I lay her down on my big bed, soft puffy white covers and cushions billowing around her in the peace of my apartment. She props herself up on her elbows watching me as I crawl up the bed, pushing up her dress, squeezing her thighs, fingers rubbing the wet spot on her panties as I compliment and praise her. She wiggles her hips so I can pull up her dress over and off. She flops back, lying down with a gratuitous moan and exhale. I spread her legs and lean over her, one hand resting on the bed beside her, my knees between her thighs. My other hand rubbing firm circles against her pussy through the material as I gently lay kisses on her, her scars, her marks, bruises, blemishes, the hollow of her throat, the rise of her breast and gentle swell of her stomach. Looking down at her admiringly I say to her “Red is for stop. Orange means pause, slow down. Green means carry on.” She repeats after me. “I’ll make you feel so good I promise sweet girl. Are you ready, are you happy?” She quickly replies nodding her head and breathily agreeing and I know she’s mine.
❤️❤️ Abi PSA
I want you laid out, so pretty in my bed. I'll kiss my way down your body, trailing down your neck, your stomach, your thighs. Then I'll look up at you through my lashes, lick my lips, and sit back. Before you can vocalize the confusion written on your face, I'll say, "Will you touch yourself for me? Pretty please? I want to watch." And with a gasp and a growing blush creeping up your cheeks, you'll do it. And I'll watch you squirm and whimper, and you'll show me exactly how you look when taking pleasure in your own hands. And fuck your hands will look so pretty playing with yourself. So so pretty. And I'll call you so so pretty. And my mouth will water while I watch you come on your fingers. And I won't be able to help myself, grabbing hold of your wrist, eyes locked on yours while I wrap my lips around your fingers. I'll moan at the taste of your pleasure, suckling on your fingers. Pull off with a pop and then I'd have to get my lips on yours, so you can taste for yourself how delicious you are. Slide my tongue hotly against yours. Kiss down your neck... your chest... stomach... thighs... all leading down to get a taste from the source.
This is so funny
This is a beautiful, inspiring story as a lesbian and such lovely, natural photographs.
Two beautiful girls who look madly in love. You both are gorgeous.
forever 💜
after a long day