Our Weirdness is What Makes Us Right

Sometimes it's passion. Sometimes it's carnal. Sometimes you love her enough to be so hungry you're reckless. Sometimes you love her so much that being with her would make anywhere seem beautiful. Sometimes you need her now, and that's all. Sometimes trying to anchor it to the *perfect* time and place would minimize what it is.

I mean are you trying to have a tea ceremony? Or are you trying to fuck yourself into the veins of the woman you need immediately and forever, right now, trying to pull her right through your skin and right down into your lungs and your bones?

I want that kind of want for you all, Tumblr lesbians, I want you to understand why it didn't matter to Caitlyn and Vi where the hell they were when the moment struck, and why it matters quite a bit that they didn't care.

Gotta stop trying to gentrify physical intimacy. It's messy! It's important that it's messy! It's grimy, sweaty, clumsy, unhygienic, and vital, and immediate, and invigorating, and euphoric, and precious, and real.

That's what it's about! About needing to be so close, so urgently, that nothing else matters except as another thing you now share. My grime and yours, my sweat and yours. My teeth on your skin, your fingernails in my flesh; our spit, our breath, our smell, how my body and yours are each learning each other as their own, by doing this to each other.