You know how I know 4 Elements The Earth is for the WLW crowd?
Nothing is more sapphic than trying to figure out what platonic reason your wife of convenience could possibly have for laying in the creek and staring you dead in the eye as she splashes her white tee shirt with water to reveal the black bra underneath and then asks if you need a hug.
You wouldn’t want to misread this situation as sexual and fuck it up! What if it’s all in your head?



















