Lezeanor Roosevelt

Lezeanor Roosevelt

There are lesbians who can seat two.

There are lesbians who can feed a family.

There are lesbians who are couch potatoes.

There are lesbians who grow potatoes.

There are lesbians shaped as baked potatoes. I knew one. She was a goddess.

There are lesbians who loathe men.

There are lesbians who date men.

There are lesbians who are men.

There are lesbians who eat meat.

There are lesbians who taste like feet.

There are lesbians who have beef.

There are lesbians who do not know they are lesbians.

There are lesbians who forget they are lesbians (alezheimer’s).

There are lesbians who wish they could forget they were lesbians.

There are Mexican lesbians.

There are lesbians who can read.

There are lesbians who read books, Tarot cards, and minds as long as they are not the minds of terrible men.

There are lesbians who insist that one not call them lesbians. Call them generous.

There have been lesbians married to presidents.

There are lesbians who run countries. Mostly Iceland and the Vatican.

There are lesbians who fish.

There are lesbians who camp.

There are lesbians who shave.

There are lesbians who live on islands.

This is their preferred habitat.

It’s round. It’s a mound. Plenty of fruit.

There are lesbians who are sad.

Most of them are sad at some point in their lives.

There are lesbians who are glad.

Especially when they can pay their bills and have some left over to donate to their favorite animal shelter.

There are lesbians with gills.

There are lesbians, such as Aileen Wuornos, who give chills.

There are lesbians to marry.

There are lesbians to date.

There are lesbians to hate.

There are lesbians who go by the term roommate.

There are lesbians in your soul.

There are lesbians in your hair.

There are lesbians in the water.

Remember, they live on islands?

There are lesbians in heaven.

There are lesbians in hell.

There is a lesbian, somewhere, crying, right now.

Find her, bring her a tissue, but make sure that it’s made of something soft and recycled.

Like a lesbian soul. A soft, little troll.

Lesbian.

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