i went to the cemetery with my family to go see my grandma and changed her flowers to a beautifuuul bouquet of tulips (they had such pretty colors-when you'd see them your mood instantly lightens up i swear !!) & lit her candles -> at the same time a white butterfly flied right above her grave so i like to think it was a sign from her...
also i couldn't hold my tears anymore so i started crying for a bit while i was there even though i hate crying out in the open where others can see me but surprisingly it made me feel a bit better afterwards :)
oh and for the whole time it felt as if we were attending a bird's concert because it was so quiet( naturally) and their chirps felt heavenly to my ears it truly was breathtaking to be a witness of nature's endless beauty
not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.
I love you Black lesbians. love you Native and Indigenous lesbians. many kisses for my Hispanic and Latino lesbians. lots of love for every Asian lesbian out there. i love every lesbian poc you're all amazing and deserve to be acknowledged this lesbian week of visibility<3