as of March 13th, 2026,
Brittanica published the word, lesbianism:
the tendency and orientation of a human female to be emotionally, and usually sexually attracted to other females, or the state of being so attracted.
a phenomenon.
i've heard of it.
of course.
before an official acknowledgment of this human behavior, it's always been confirmed through horror stories, rom-coms, and post-relationship advice to steer clear.
doubled down with that disgusted look on any dyke's face. they spew a tale of a life ruined, their dog Chewy's life has been ruined, and the cat named Earl will never recover from the familial split...let the white people tell it.
i've heard it all. cracked many a joke. noted the toxic cycles, and swore it wouldn't be me.
...
her name is "thee Advisor".
she specializes in pouring her water into everyone's vessel. she consults with community members in need of coaching and direction. she juggles social care with a life of her own. a huge vessel, like a large carafe, in need of a refill whenever it's her time to co-parent. actually, anytime you breathe as a parent, and that is every second, her child needs a top off as her water supply can't get too low.
thee Advisor, is black, studious, shapely, feminine, stylish, intentional, reflective, caring, daring, a lover, and a lover of shoes. she's booked and busy, empathetic, a charmer, educated, and emblazoned with goals and dreams. the list goes on. her achievements, her stories, her past, present, and future endeavors.
she's amazing.
sometimes you meet a potential partner, and it's chill. you date for some months. you have normal heart flutters. and, you may be a little more clear-headed when deciding when to take the next steps.
lesbianism doesn't offer you that kind of time and grace. it's not an option.
and, after only a couple of months, you feel like - where have you been? like...be my girlfriend? please? right now?
emotions are amplified, the attraction is too intense, the desire to combine more of your life elements is strong...if i didn't already have a place and a setup, we would be discussing living accommodations by the end of the year. you're so confident, and you're confused...questioning yourself and wondering where the real "me" went. or...maybe this is the real "me"? yeah, sure...real smitten "me". your jaw drops at yourself. you cannot believe how much you're rocking with this girl. you want to damn near empty your carafe into hers because it feels so good, and refreshing somehow. you. want. this.
thee Advisor often asks how to pour into my vessel?
i never have an answer.
i'm not always sure, if ever sure.
but, when she tells me she loves me - given how soon this expression has been revealed - it warms me, it puts me in a chokehold, it feels real, and once again...i feel refreshed. i feel that she has dumped the rainwater she collects on my heart and showered me with compassion.
she advises, "you need to rest."
i add, "on your chest?" as those boobies put any polyester and feather-filled pillow to shame. the vibration of a car is to sleep as her heartbeat is to a lullaby.
...
i swore it wouldn't be me.
but, here i am.
grateful and scared for this adventure.
i can understand already, and it's only the beginning. i can understand the disgusted look, being scorned, and having to care for a heartbroken cat and dog after combining lives. i get it. this intensity is deep and unforgiving, and i'm sure the aftermath and recovery are long and shitty.
SCARED, but we ain't no bitches.
if done right, no matter the outcome, we'll avoid the ranks of "steer clear" stories and toxic infatuation. or, i'll have a permanent scowl on my face like my predecessors...and will be at the bar slurring cuss words towards any reality of lesbianism.
just kidding.
