Happy International Kissing Day! Celebrate by revisiting the best lesbian movie make outs of all time!

How many organs do I have to replace before I can be classified as “biologically female”?

Cannibals, like lesbians, are feared for their selective appetites.

As I begin my career as a therapist, I have to hide parts of myself.

Drew Burnett Gregory and Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya present the most skin-crawling, chilling, disquieting, grotesque, macabre queer and trans horror movie scenes of all time.

Threequels never play it safe. I used to, until I didn’t.

I came out the same year as The Haunting of Hill House, and it was as if Mike Flanagan handed me a gift for realizing I love women.

Halloween III stands as a prescient warning for what was coming as a result of the disastrous decisions of Ronald Reagan’s administration.

I believe in making out at the club, at the dance party, in the backseat of your car, in the corridor to the stairwell of your building, in the movie theater, at concerts, on the beach, at sports events, and at the brewery where making out isn’t really the vibe but you’re so hot for it you do it anyways.

The world wasn’t technically ending in 2003 — it just felt like it was.

“I identified as a heterosexually-inclined bisexual when I started giving hand jobs for money, and I left more or less a lesbian. It wasn’t the only factor in that transformation, but boy was it a major one.”

There is joy here. I have dreamed of this 100 times, prayed for it twice as many.

Narratives of violence and abuse are so familiar in our history and culture that we hardly notice them. Corinne Manning shares what it took to notice and transform these narratives in their own fiction and their story collection, We Had No Rules.

I would spend many hours trying to diagnose the emptiness Amanda left in her wake. I had lost something, but didn’t know what. Surely there’s a queer space on the page for stories that lack a middle?

In a country that hates immigrants, every day immigrants are on the front line of imagining and enacting another world: One where they can safely live with basic dignity, respect, and protection.

We were just friends the first night she stayed over. I only had a single bed and there was little choice but to press our bodies close together: one big spoon and one little spoon. My desire for her followed me around like a lost dog. It would scratch at the door, whining and begging to be let out.

It takes effort to choose an ending. It’s a lot easier to get back together, to catch a flight, to miss a flight, to fuck someone else. It’s easier to be with someone until you hate them than to walk away with love.

“I told myself that moving was not going to actually fix my life, that living in a different state didn’t mean that my personality was going to change. It wouldn’t fix my depression and anxiety. I told myself this, all the while secretly hoping this move did have the power to fix me, to break me down to an elemental level and rebuild me.”

When it comes to my queer desire, my favorite feeling is a juicy lack — I don’t have the person or thing I want and that tastes like salted caramel perpetually not in my mouth. The distance is not only enjoyable, it’s my edge, but sometimes it feels like there’s something missing.

If you could have any superpower, what would it be?