In Honour of Lesbian Visibility Day

Lesbian. So direct. So defining. It strips away abstraction. Unfairly. It exposes. And that exposure can feel vulnerable. Even unsafe at times.

It carries more than orientation. It points to an identity. One that has been objectified, sexualized, fetishized. Reduced by those incapable of holding the full range of what it means to be human. To be a woman. Specifically, a woman who does not fit their myopic norm.

“Lesbian” is charged. Cultural baggage. Social scrutiny. Stigma. Some of us soften the weight. Claim ourselves as gay or queer. Words that can feel easier to hold. Sometimes safer. Sometimes simply more ours.

And some choose the intensity. Claim a word used to confine us. Like a form of protest, reclaiming our individual presence. Not a reduction, but a refusal. A refusal to be made smaller. An insistence on being seen as more than what others tried to name. 💋