Lesbe Honest… I Might’ve Been a Little Gay There for a Second

So… lesbe honest.

There was a time in my life (okay, maybe several times) when I looked at a pretty girl and thought, “You know what? If I wasn’t sexually attracted to men, I would absolutely wife you up right now.” And I stand on that. In fact, I still say it with full chest and glossy lips. If my body didn’t crave testosterone, back muscles, and the sound of a deep voice saying “You good, ma?” I promise you, I’d be hand in hand with a woman eating charcuterie boards in matching linen sets by now.

It’s not even a phase. It’s more of a vibe. A moment. A feeling in the air after three tequila sodas and a good playlist. It’s my Lesbe Honest Era, and if you’ve never had one… girl, go outside more.

Let’s talk about it.

I’ve Always Had Love for the Girls

Even as a teen, I remember admiring women in a way that felt deeper than just, “Wow, she’s pretty.” It was more like, “I want to braid her hair, kiss her forehead, buy her flowers, and protect her peace.” And then kiss her again for good luck. But then some man with good cologne and a strong jawline would walk by and I’d be reminded that my body is still very much a menace for men. Disappointing, honestly.

Because emotionally? Women eat men UP. Spiritually? Women nurture me in a way that men can’t even spell. Mentally? A woman could text me “you got this, babe” and I’d run through a wall. A man could say the same thing and I’d be like, “Boy if you don’t go take the trash out…”

Kissing Pretty Girls in the Club Was My Love Language

I don’t know what it is about being out with the girls, catching a good song, and locking eyes with someone just as tipsy and fine as you but next thing you know, we’re kissing in the middle of the dance floor like we’re in a 2007 MySpace photo album. And I love it here.
I was never the girl who said “no” when a pretty girl wanted to kiss me in fact, I was often the initiator. I’d be like, “You’re too fine to be standing here without a kiss,” and boom, the Lesbe Honest Era was in full motion.

And no, it’s not for male attention if anything, I did it in spite of the men watching like weird little puppies. Baby, this wasn’t for you. This was for the sisterhood, the serotonin, and the sapphic spark.

My Dating Apps Have Absolutely Seen Some Women-Only Days

There were definitely times where I woke up and said, “You know what? Men are annoying today. Let’s see what the girls are talking about.”
I flipped my Raya and Hinge settings to ‘Women Only’, and honestly? 10/10 recommend. The vibes were immaculate. The conversations? Deeper. The flirting? Smarter. The profile pics? Aesthetic. The red flags? Minimal. And while I never took it to the bedroom I’m a certified chronic makeout girl, not a certified freak (yet) I’ve had some of my best kissing with women who, like me, were also just having a soft Lesbe Honest phase. We were two emotionally intelligent besties with lip gloss, eye contact, and zero commitment.

A makeout and a matcha after? That’s a real love story if you ask me.

Women Comfort Me in Ways Men Never Could

Have you ever cried to a man and he said, “Damn, that’s crazy”? Case closed.
Now compare that to crying in a woman’s arms while she rubs your back, validates your feelings, offers you skincare, and sends you a playlist titled “Healing Baddie Energy”? Yeah. Exactly.
I’ve always felt emotionally safer with women. Whether it was deep convos on a couch, exchanging love advice in the bathroom of a club, or just venting over iced lattes, women hold space for each other like goddesses.
Meanwhile, you tell a man you’re overwhelmed and he says, “You should try lifting weights.” Sir, this is not a squat rack this is my trauma.

Other Signs I’ve Dabbled in Delulu Dyke Energy

• I’ve watched entire seasons of shows just for one sapphic subplot.
• I’ve absolutely fantasized about a life where me and my best friend start a candle business and raise a cat together.
• I once got jealous when my homegirl said another girl was her “favorite person.” Like ma’am… I thought I was your soulmate?
• I’ve written a flirty Instagram caption just for a woman to comment, “Omg stop you’re stunning,” so I could reply “no you are” and spiral for the rest of the day.
• And I still believe that if I ever get married, my bridesmaids are going to be the loves of my life anyway.

Lesbe Honest, I’ll Always Love the Girls

I may never fully cross over, but I’ll always be part of the honorary sapphic sorority. I’m like the friendly bisexual cousin who brings good wine, talks shit about men, and still ends up making out with someone’s hot bestie by the end of the night. It’s a vibe.

So if you’ve ever had your own Lesbe Honest Era no matter how brief, chaotic, or harmless just know you’re not alone. Some of us just feel more at home in a woman’s energy… even if our bodies still crave beard scruff and bad decisions.

And if nothing else… kissing pretty girls in the club will always be elite.