#deep lez

The Changer and the Changed by homosociallyyours with art by @pattern-pals

girl direction, mature, 60k, complete

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians.

Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love.

When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene.

It’s a time of growth for everyone involved. 

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians. 

Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love. 

When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene. 

It’s a time of growth for everyone involved. 

The Changer and the Changed

Hello friend!! YES!! 

When I make tea blends I’m not exact about it/I don’t measure, so the amounts aren’t super precise. They’ll make a small batch of tea (a not quite full medium mason jar) and I recommend mixing them up in a large bowl so the ingredients are properly blended. 

Rose Heart Tea: 1.5 cups dried organic rose petals and/or buds3/4 cup loose black tea1/4 cup dried rose hips1/8 cup dried hawthorn berries2 T pink peppercornsYou can omit the black tea if you’d like to have a more restorative and less invigorating cup of tea.

Zayn says: Blend this tea at the new moon, setting the intention of welcoming new love into your life and keeping your heart open through the darkest times. Sweeten with a kiss of honey; the rose blooms and draws the bee, who reminds us that the sweetest love requires work. Release fear and open your heart. 

Woman’s Earth Tea: 1 c red raspberry leaf1 c roasted chicory root1/2 c dandelion 1/4 c red clover

Zayn says: A tea for awakening and strengthening women. Blended at the full moon or at sunrise, the chicory and dandelion roots ground us in the day while the raspberry leaf and clover bring balance and clarity. Welcome the morning in its richness and beauty; we are of the earth and she sustains us. 

Calming Tea: 1 c chamomile1 c mint1/2 c catnip1/4 c lavender1/4 c passionflowerZayn says: The spirit draws knowledge from the flowers, reminding herself how to bend with even the heaviest storms without breaking. Blend with an open heart and easy spirit, never when upset or stressed. Even served hot, the tea gives a cooling kiss to soothe the scorching heat of pain and anxiety. We inhale the sweetness. It is what we deserve. 

Hi Nonny!!!

Thank you for this message <3 

Those words mean a lot to me, too, and they’re something that I think a lot of marginalized people need to hear and remind ourselves of frequently. We not only deserve to take up space, we need to! It’s how we grow and bloom and share our power and our light. 

Sleeping Beauty I sleep, I sleep too long, sheer hours hound me, out of bed and into clothes, I wake still later, breathless, heart racing, sleep peeling off like a hairless glutton, momentarily slaked. Cold water shocks me back from the dream. I see lovebites like fossils: something that did exist dreamlike, though dreams have the perfect alibi, no fingerprints, evidence that a mirror could float back in your own face, gleaming its silver eye. Lovebites like fossils. Evidence. strewn round my neck like a ceremonial necklace, suddenly snapped apart.       o Blood. Tears. The vital salt of our body. Each other’s mouth. Dreamlike the taste of you sharpens my tongue like a thousand shells, bitter, metallic. I know as I sleep that my blood runs clear as salt in your mouth, my eyes.       o City-center, mid- traffic, I wake to your public kiss. Your name is Judith, your kiss a sign to the shocked pedestrians, gathered beneath the light that means stop in our culture where red is a warning, and men threaten each other with final violence. I will drink your blood. Your kiss is for them a sign of betrayal, your red lips suspect, unspeakable liberties as we cross the street, kissing against the light, singing, This is the woman I woke from sleep, the woman that woke me sleeping.