Ladies, I love yuri. Ladies, I love yuri. Ladies, I... SO LOVE YURI. I love girls kissing. I love lesbianism. I love butchfemme. I love useless lesbians. I love sudden kisses. I love sapphic best friend romances. I love confessions. I love girls getting back together. I love hickeys. On the plains, In the streets, In the trenches, On the prairies, On the tundra, In the desert, On the sea, In the sky, In the mud, In the swamp.
I cherish each and every way yuri can be waged on this earth. I love the thunderous roar of all himejoshis arrayed at the television cheering at once, as they blow away the antis for their OTP. My heart dances when the bodies of young women are hurled into each other from a direct hit. I love when a domineering older woman smashes an anxious femme with her 88mm cannon. It left a warm feeling in my chest when nonbelievers would jump screaming from the blazing relationship drama, only to be pulled back in by their reunion. Ladies, I wish to see a yuri worthy of one in Lesbos itself. Ladies, my battalion of comrades who follow me... Pray tell, what do you wish for? Do you wish for yuri as a matter of course? Do you wish for a toxic, shitlike yuri? Very well. Then let it be yuri.
