The grad student who maybe friend-zoned you but you’re not sure
“I love all the bell
hooks you’ve been posting on your
LiveJournal account.”
The Starbucks barista whom you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact with, let alone talk to
“I really like you
despite the fact that you serve
liquid oppression.”
The lesbian who’s trying to pretend she doesn’t enjoy pop music but is dancing ecstatically
“I’ve never seen a
girl dance to Taylor Swift so
ironically!”
The baby dyke
Thrust whole library
of feminist theory on
table. Walk away.
The bookish lesbian
“I wish you were the
woman sharing my bed, not
Alison Bechdel.”
The SHF (short-haired femme)
“Nice [blank]!” Fill blank with
“feather,” “earring,” “undercut,”
or “nerdy glasses.”
The hard-core bookish lesbian
Pronounce Annie Proulx’s
name correctly—watch lady’s
cargo pants fall off.
The obviously high lesbian
“We go together