Love me some lesbians

Ok this is probably going to come out sounding bitchy. I like women. In fact, I love them. I love the way they look, smell, dress, etc... And I certainly protect the right to be who you are and express yourself as you see fit. When I look at women, I am drawn to the ones that look like, I don't know... women. And hey, if you are a boy stuck in a chick body, I get that.
What I don't get is perfectly good looking women who sabatoge themselves by looking like shit repeatedly in public. Now you have to understand this is a BIG statement for me. I am not a fashionista. I can barely dress myself. And hey, you can dress any way you damn well please.
With that said, I am making sure I show love to my lesbian sisters. Here are top tips:
1. Stop buying boy jeans and jeans that are 3 sizes too big. Saggy jeans suck and make you look like you shit your pants. We want to see your ass!
2. If you wear the same shoes day after day after day after day, we will NOTICE.
3. You can be a tomboy with long hair that is not a mullet. Why do so many perfectly sexy lesbians cut all their hair off? Now I have seen some very attractive lesbians with short hair. I am just asking why the ratio of short haired women is so much higher in the lesbian community? I mean really? WHY???
4. If you look, act, dress and smell like a dude, I am passing you over... If I wanted a dude, I would have married one.
5. Plaid is not in fashion and probably will never be again- BURN it!!!!

I firmly believe if you are a lesbian, you represent all of us. We should show we are proud of who we are. You can absolutely be butch or androgynous and be super hot. Thing Shane from the L word. However, if you don't take care of yourself, you make it look like we all sit in a pool of self loathing all day. I love soft, beautiful, sexy, confident women who can ebb and flow between masculine and feminine. Women are incredible creatures...harness your power!

Thanks and happy hunting ;)

I love this poem!!!!!!

Longing by Matthew Arnold

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam’st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam’st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day