What is love? Love is. For lesbians, LOVE IS. It is!

Love is?

Yes. Love is. Except for when it isn’t or won’t or can’t. But mostly, Love is.


Love exists. It’s mysterious. Defies explanation. It messes with your brain chemistry and neurotransmitters. It mangles and expands your mind. It gives you powers you never had before.

Love breaches borders and boundaries, transcends time and space, crosses cultures, causes art, madness and crazy contentedness.


If you love seven different women in your life, you will experience Love seven different ways unless you have made a pact with some lesser, evil goddess to repeat your mistakes over and over with interchangeable women because Love is such a fun ride. And if it isn’t the lesser, evil goddess, maybe it’s that addiction you have. You know the one. Addicted to endless looping of Act One in the Play of Love, playing over and over because Act Two requires something more of the leads, insisting that the players dig inside a little deeper and give a little more — to themselves, to each other.

Act Two, Play of (Lesbian) Love:

It’s where the work of Love steps out from behind the curtain, where masks comes off, where doors in walls open, where fences get gates, where baggage is opened. It’s also where Love gets richer, layered, fascinating, silkier, stickier, deeper and more and more mysterious. Every day nuances of love and loving mixed in with life’s mundane things that everyone — even lesbians — must do to live in this world.

Act Two: Love has added dimensions to its definition: today love is breathing together. Tomorrow love is a foot rub after dinner, the day after that, Love is holding hands in the theatre, and on the weekend, you do something different with all the love you have inside you and share time: lend an ear and hugs as you listen to your best friend decide what to do with her life.

Maybe you get to Love by the time you reach the magic number eight; a Love like you’ve never known or experienced. Life changing. Heart busting. Calming and crazy. You want to stay for Act Two. You will stay for Act Two, and Act Three and all the acts in the Play of Love, that indescribable Love; a complex connection, a never-ending scaffolding of contact points between the two of you that makes for a lesbian Love that simply, just is.



That love is all there is

is all we know of love.

– Emily Dickinson

About FS

Toronto, Canada. Writing about slices of life, the moments and minor details of which come into awareness or out of imagination and the spaces inbetween. On hiatus from writing ... at least for now.
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6 Responses to Love

  1. An excellent essay!
    Much better than mine.

    Love and Kinishes,


  2. terrisitagg says:

    “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make”. (JL)
    Another beautiful bit of musing on what IS. Thanks for sharing this FS,
    and a beautiful Valentine’s Day to you and yours.

    • FS says:

      Dear T; Thank you — And you too. Have a wonderful day today, and the next day and the day after that…..for always. If you get chocolate, I do hope it is the exquisite kind 😉

  3. bookishbutch says:

    Love is all there is:-) Happy Valentine’s!!

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