1993, Slovenia, covers of lesbian magazine Pandora
yuri-ween is upon us
LOOK
tonight is a pricefield kind of night
Rangrari
Me and my moots
My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.
The Will of This Heart 🖤
Very nice room mates
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