In person, I try to keep my expectations reasonable. I know that lesbians are just ordinary people without magic powers and most of them probably don’t want a fangirl losing control at the sight of them and begging them to autograph her pride flag; they just want to live normal lives. Since I know that plenty of people find “celebrity treatment” unsettling, I try to act natural, too.
But…
I have another confession to make: the sight of ladies being intimate with each other enchants me; a magic power that they can either threaten to use or activate when they want to hypnotize others and control their simple minds. I can barely begin to describe it. It looks like the best thing in the world; the only kind of magic that there is, or at least the closest thing. That’s why I keep making threads in /c/lascivious_lesbians about giving you extravagant luxuries: there’s nothing that would make me happier than all lesbians living like deities in paradise! They’re perfect!
But… um… should I keep hiding this… perception of mine? While I never planned on introducing myself to everybody as a lesbian supremacist and lesbolater anyway (I am not that socially awkward), I feel like if I ever told this to queer ladies in particular, they’d start avoiding me; it sounds too weird.
I can’t give any advice on how to share this with dates, but I can provide reassurance: I have this little project in my head (and partly written down, there are many, many drafts) that’s about a matriarchy where heteroromanticism is forbidden and women are kind of the “royal class”. That makes lesbian relationships the highest regarded in that world and as a result of the high status of women, lesbians especially live in abundant luxury. A man touching a woman uninvited is punishable by death; touch by a woman is sacred.