Happy Galentine's Day!

Every day is Galentine’s Day when you’re a lezzie, right? ;)

What’s Galentine’s day, you ask? It’s an alternative Valentine’s Day where women celebrate the women in their lives. As Leslie Knope explains, “Ladies celebrating ladies. It’s like Lilith Fair, minus the angst.”

To celebrate the fantastic women in my life this year, I want to share a few beautiful stories that show how loving and supportive my favorite women are.

1). Last weekend, I spent the night at one of my lesbian guru’s apartments. First of all, it was the gayest sleepover imaginable. We watched two lesbian movies, But I’m a Cheerleader and D.E.B.S. We made omelets in the morning while listening to k.d. lang and Melissa Etheridge. It was fantastically queer.

Annnyway, I slept on her pull-out couch and when I woke up in the morning I was wrapped in a blanket that I didn’t have on when I fell asleep. I asked her about the blanket over breakfast, and she said that she came in to check on me in the morning and had determined that I looked cold, since I was curled up in a little ball (little did she know, I just naturally sleep in a little ball sometimes…). She went back to her room and took a blanket off her bed, then wrapped me in it. I know, adorable, right? If that isn’t the strongest friendship love you’ve ever seen, I don’t know what is.

2). A few weeks ago, I had some friends over and I was complaining to them about not having a girlfriend. One of my friends lectured me on how amazing I am, how much she loves me, and how she knows I will find someone worthy of my love. After her kind words, she took the dry erase marker from my refrigerator white board and drew this little picture for me. She said, “You’ll find a wife and the two of you will be SO happy together. Just be patient, babygirl.”

Note: I love how my friend drew me super butch in this little robot couple. Probably because of my butch charm. *smirks* Also, the little bag on my hip is my leather shoulder bag, which she playfully calls my “lesbian bag.” Needless to say, this image is now a permanent fixture on my refrigerator.

3). I had a *little* too much to drink at a party about a month ago. Usually, I’m a very happy-dancey drunk, but I had received a few hard text messages that day, so I got emotional.

Weird, I didn’t realize someone caught this footage of me in the bathroom at the party:

My amazing friend caught one glimpse of me in this state, grabbed my arm and said, “Nope. We’re going home.” She took me to her apartment, sat me on the toilet, washed the makeup from my face, put me in some jammies, then big spooned me until I fell asleep. During this whole process, she lectured me about how I needed to surround myself only with people who love me, and she continuously reminded me that she was one of those people.

How did I get such amazing women in my life? I’m super fucking lucky, that’s how. So, to all my gals out there on Galentine’s Day, I love you from the bottom of my heart. You are brave, loving, smart, funny, fierce, strong, and beautiful. Each of you inspires me to be a better person. Saying “I love you” feels like an understatement. Happy Galentine’s Day.