she was such a vivacious and incredible lesbian !

to be so vibrant with pride in being a lesbian in the 1800s, to listen to her very detailed diaries about her love for women, her attraction and desire for women, her relationships and sexual encounters with so many, how sound she was in her sexuality and never doubted it, how well she knew exactly what and who she was attracted to and why and how she wanted to pleasure them, and her accounts of those pleasurble moment with her making them, and herself, orgasm as many times as she wanted, how deeply she loved-

gods.... i have so much respect and reverence for her, our lesbian ancestor, and pride in myself in being a lesbian too. listening to her life, her emotions and feelings and experiences... i have never felt so perfectly understood and seen and heard.

we are woven together with all the lesbians who came before us and all who will come after. we have never been alone.

we are not the first lesbians and we will not be the last lesbians. our history is woven forever into the fabric of space and time and stardust.

Sappho was right when she said "Someone, I tell you, will remember us, even in another time"

we remember by loving again and again and again and again and again throughout time. we have always been, we always will be, and we will live on.