“There’s something I should tell you, but I forgot to ask.”

You’re on a date with a single mother. Not quite the path you had intended your life to take, but you aren’t exactly upset about it. She’s quite beautiful, and she’s... comforting. In the way where your mommy issues are probably screaming in joy.

Back when you were younger, you had always repressed your feelings towards women. You had always known that you liked women, but it was so much easier to like men, even though it was pretend. It was so much easier to cringe when your exes arm wrapped around you than to admit you might’ve had a thing for one of your teachers when you were younger. It might’ve not be real, but it was easier.

You are a lesbian. A butch one. You know this, and she knows it too. It’s... terrifying in a way, to say it aloud. To select the option on a dating app. But it is also so, so freeing. Like carrying something upon your back your entire life and finally being allowed to rest.

She’s... tired, too. You can tell. You want to ease that. You want to comfort her for a change. Hold doors open, push her seat in. All the things that your parents had told you that one day someone would do for you. She’s a beautiful woman, and you want to treat her right. Is that such a crime?

Well, that is if you can get past this date without making her repulsed by you. And if you can tolerate her brat of a son.

hi hello this was made for me myself and I. Wishing every single lesbian reading this a amazing day