F*CK YOU non-lesbian women

Your god is your boyfriend.

Men are patriarchs.

We know this, but we never talk about the secondary ones.

I’ll define them as secondary patriarchs. These are non-lesbian women. That includes women of any sexuality who date the opposite sex.

We never talk about how 99% of y’all have patriarchy princessness and how your ability to “win” in patriarchy hurts every other pussy-person or woman.

Today I’m left to talk about this group because you are the only group I can’t find resolution with.

This article took me a long time to write because, you know, you “can’t” offend this group of women. Any other group is fine, but this group sits at the top.

Fuck you.

And then I continued to write.

I am tired of you.

Tired of you pointing to men for everything instead of yourselves. It’s like you never, ever felt you could improve. Your whole being is to find some dude and improve his well-being. Yours, though, is not your concern.

I watch women with poor emotional knowledge still only talking about their boyfriend’s state. It is like, it takes two to tango, right? Y’all get along somehow, right? It’s laughable when you think you’re on some other level than he is.

When you leave your relationship bubble, you don’t even know what a simple boundary is.

Still getting offended when someone says “no” to you.

Non-lesbian women complain and complain about men.

It is their life to complain about men.

But.

Women are still giving up their autonomy to be a man’s wife.

The things that I’ve heard wives are doing for their husbands in 2026, honestly, are embarrassing.

You, women who date men, think you are keeping it secret because you tell strangers instead of close family, but the message still gets out.

Your fairy tale is just that.

Not real, and it will never become real.

And we know.

Not one of y’all has ever had a happy anything.

All my family and friends who date men are obsessed with them, but all my customers despise their husbands and boyfriends.

How is that possible?

Oh, I know.

You are lying.

It is a joke watching y’all lie.

Because the lie is so fragile.

Every single one of you women who date men has a different type of man.

“He is different.”

All the same script, but if y’all spoke to one another instead of acting like every girl wants your man, you would know.

I have never heard, “Oh yeah, I just fuck him, but I still have other partners. I get to follow my dreams. I’ll still be whatever weight I want: skinny, fat, medium.”

Every single non-lesbian only dates or interacts with men the way patriarchy says you are supposed to.

It’s laughable how non-lesbians think that they have found a way to do it autonomously, but still believe someone is supposed to listen to their same old complaints.

It’s stupid now.

Like women who date men think that they are winning at patriarchy.

Y’all like it there.

Patriarchy knew women wanted autonomy, so they switched the game up a bit to take more resources from you.

And you gladly hand it over.

Women will have better jobs, be more successful than their partners, pay for everything, and still, when they come home, think that they have to submit to their husbands.

Not in a consensual way.

In a brain-roboto way, like following some script or just doing so because they haven’t slowed down enough to think.

Consensual is when your brain says enthusiastically, “I want to do this.”

Heteros have no clue what consent is.

All of you don’t.

At this point, anyone who dates men starts looking like men to me.

Not because they are men, but because they’ve adopted, normalized, and now reproduce the very behaviors they claim to oppose.

For me, the behavior of both men and women is exactly the same.

In my store, where I always tell people it’s lesbian-centered, I thought I was going to have issues with patriarchs.

I thought I was going to have issues with men.

My store is mostly populated by men, and I thought they would have an issue with me centering my brand around lesbianism.

I just thought that was who I was going to have to fight.

But, come to find out, I was surprised that it was actually non-lesbian women: bisexual women, pansexual women, and straight women.

Literally, to the point where I started writing signs about it.

I typed these signs up, and I literally pasted them to all my gondolas.

I was tired of getting disrespected.

I still point to them today because I’m still meeting non-lesbians who have an issue with me centering my brand around my lesbian lens.

Literally today, I had this customer, Black like me, a pussy-person like me, but she happened to be straight or bi, and she didn’t understand why I would call it lesbian-centered.

Then another customer came in and heard me say that my body products are not made to attract anyone.

Feminine products are always made to attract men.

Masculine products are made to attract women.

The person passing by me said, “Your products are to attract yourself, right? Self-love.”

Then they said, “Anti-patriarchy.”

It all went down the line together for them.

Then they walked off.

I’m always having to tell people, “How do you go to a Chinese food restaurant in America?”

Do you go in there and say, “Why do you have to call it Chinese food? It’s just food?”

How would that sound?

You want cuisine through a Chinese lens.

That’s why you’re trying Chinese food.

But lesbian-centered, for non-lesbian women, is where I go too far, right?

Genuinely over you.

The greatest resistance to lesbian autonomy has not come from the patriarchs I expected, but from women who continue reproducing patriarchal expectations while believing they have escaped them.

YOU CHOOSE WHAT OUR ANCESTORS WERE FORCED INTO.

Our ancestors, our women ancestors, were forced.

Were forced.

Were forced.

Put on their knees.

Forced to listen to patriarchy.

Now women are consenting to it.

Then they want to sit here and complain about men.

Tell me how that makes sense.

How does that make sense?

I’m done listening to it.

You’re complaining about men because they’re not some fictional character in your fucking brain.

Women still think that the fairy tale they were told as kids can happen.

Why?

Why can’t you do anything else?

Why is the only thing for you to do what patriarchy tells you to do?

There’s nothing else?

Then, on top of all that, you don’t even keep it to yourself as your choice.

Let a woman go outside the patriarchy next to you, and that’s your fucking target.

But your fucking boyfriend, who’s doing patriarchy perfectly, you love him, even though you claim that his cheating on you is bad, his giving you STDs is bad, his lying to you is bad, his taking money out of your pockets is bad, his raping you is bad, and his killing you is bad.

All those things are bad, right?

But at the same time, you’re chasing men.

How does that make sense?

Aren’t you chasing your predator?

But y’all have infantilized that now.

I do not fuck with y’all.

And the y’all is non-lesbian women.

You are a villain.

Your behavior is evil.

I’ll tell you a story.

I believe I was 27 at the time, and I had been out for about three years.

I had my first girlfriend at 24.

So I’m 27, and I’m the only lesbian in a group of straight women friends.

We go on a trip abroad.

It’s a couple of us, right?

That trip pushed me into a mental breakdown.

I was in that mental breakdown for about a year.

I wasn’t able to get out of bed, and I was seeing things for that year.

I don’t know if they were real or not, but during that time, I also wasn’t eating.

I was completely depressed.

I thought I had bed bugs, and I was scared to lie in my bed at night.

During the daytime, I would spray my bed down with alcohol every single day, multiple times.

I would start at like 6 a.m. because I really couldn’t sleep.

The minute the sun came out, I felt like it was enough to be up, even though I never really slept.

I believe I was spraying my bed every hour or every two hours.

I remember one time I actually thought I saw a bed bug run past me.

I really don’t know if that was real.

When I would turn over my mattress to see if they were there, I didn’t see anything.

I’m not saying they were there or not.

I do not know, and that is the problem.

I’m just saying I felt like my reality and actual reality were shifting.

It all started with being on this trip with all these straight women.

Even though they knew I was a lesbian, they kept coercing me and pressuring me to sleep with men.

They didn’t care about my lesbianism.

This was their only focus.

At the time, I was 27 and desperate for women friends.

I believed them.

I thought they cared about me.

Now I’m 36.

I’m a lot older and smarter, and I don’t allow secondary patriarchy.

My brain won’t be tied up by anyone else’s script.

They literally kept pressuring me.

Pressuring me.

Pressuring me with men around, bringing men into my face.

I felt like I was crazy.

Losing it.

You know when you are driving a car on ice and it actually starts to skid?

That was me.

Everyone was talking fast, moving so fast.

Talking about my decisions by coating them as, “I am hurting their feelings,” for disagreeing.

For wanting something else.

My something else was not allowed.

I knew what pleasure was, and I knew I did not like penetrative sex.

They also knew this.

It feels like how heterosexuals think lesbians all use a strap.

Females don’t have prostates in their vaginas, or prostates at all.

I don’t know why it’s normalized for us to “take” penetrative sex.

So guess what?

I was not able to decide.

I was pushed into a room with a man.

While a party happened outside my door.

Everything happened so fast.

I froze.

Then I was violated.

My autonomy was taken from me, and decisions were made on my behalf by heterosexuals.

They normalized shit that wasn’t normal to me, then dismissed any autonomy I tried to keep.

It was a group effort.

Straight, bi, or pansexual women believe they are only here for men, so they force every pussy-person to feel the same way.

Fuck you.

Remember, I already knew I was a lesbian by 24.

Not bisexual, but lesbian.

And I told them this.

I saw fireworks when I first met a girl I liked.

I told them that.

I realized I was never their friend.

I was just a placeholder.

They just loved having me there as a third-wheel security guard, someone to say they were dating when they weren’t interested in the men addressing them, or the person to help them move.

A lot of lesbians share this experience, too, but you wouldn’t hear it because it’s never you.

No one can ever tell you shit.

But hear this:

I am just as scared of you as I am of men.

You are secondary colonizers.

You are just as evil.

You make my job harder.

Men have spaces to decompress and not perform.

They only perform around you, straight, bi, and pan women.

Around their boys, they don’t have to.

And your dumbass expects that performance, or they aren’t a “good man.”

Ahhh, you annoy me by your lack of active brain cells.

Then you take up all the women’s spaces and still force performance.

We can’t decompress around you.

No one gets a chance to decompress, ever.

Females.

Women don’t get a chance to relax.

Look how you treat masc lesbians in the locker room when you assume they are men.

Because homegirl doesn’t have on attract-men clothing, now she does not belong.

Tell me how this is different from what colonizers do.

This situation broke my whole reality.

I learned that year that all heterosexuals are the same.

Abusive.

Now I’m not close with any straight people.

Many lesbians have these exact stories, and never does a non-lesbian take accountability.

Every situation is isolated.

Just like how whites isolate their cruelty.

You are predators.

You are abusers.

Just like the same ones you complain about.

Your love of patriarchy allows for an erasure of lesbianism that you do not even care about, like we aren’t your sisters.

The desire to make lesbians doubt themselves and disconnect from their own bodies makes them vulnerable, especially baby lesbians, to coercion and violence.

That’s corrective rape.

Fuck you for not caring.

Fake womanists.

Your women’s empowerment does not include lesbians.

And it’s fucked up.

Fuck you.

Non-lesbian women.

Women who romantically date men.

You are the new problem.

So, if you’re still reading and you’re a straight woman, or any woman who dates men, you will probably be mad.

But then I thought about it a little deeper.

Why the fuck are you mad?

I’ve noticed something.

I’ve noticed a pattern, and I’m talking about it.

But you can’t tell this type of woman anything.

It made me start to wonder, is that another divide-and-conquer tactic of patriarchy?

Like, are these non-lesbian women doing another patriarchy, or secondary patriarchy, tactic?

Because how else do we evolve?

How do we give to the community?

How else do we grow?

I can’t know everything about myself from inside my own body.

If I want consent, and I want people to respect my boundaries, then I also have to understand theirs.

How am I supposed to learn someone else’s boundaries from inside my own body?

How the fuck does that make sense?

I think a community only works when we come together and develop a shared understanding of each other’s boundaries.

Maybe we call those rules.

Maybe we call them norms.

Whatever we call them, they should come from us thinking together, talking together, and agreeing together.

But I feel like women don’t allow that process to happen.

When someone says, “Hey, I think you’re doing this,” instead of curiosity, it becomes defensiveness.

If we can’t tell each other the truth, then how do we contribute our knowledge to the evolution of the community?

We don’t.

We stop each other.

So who’s actually preventing us from growing?

Each other.

How does that happen?

Patriarchy.

It really feels like it comes from the top.

Even on an individual level, if you try to give one woman advice, she’ll curse you out.

Now imagine that on a larger scale.

If we’re all conditioned to believe that speaking honestly will only get us cursed out, are we still having the conversations we need to have?

I feel it was placed there by patriarchy to socialize women to stop them from growing, evolving, and learning.

There have been so many times that a non-lesbian woman has asked me for advice.

I tell her the advice, and she’s pissed off.

It’s like, why can’t we talk about other things besides what I like about you?

Only compliments are allowed.

Why can’t I talk to you, if you ask me a question, from a place of growth?

Or even if you didn’t ask me a question.

Why can’t I talk to you from a place of growth?

If I see you, because we’re in community, we both have fucking pussies and possibly period blood, or whatever makes us united as non-men...

If I see you struggling, you might not know you’re struggling, but I have the answer because I’ve been there.

Why would I not tell you just because you’re a non-man and I’m one too?

Why does that automatically become disrespect?

I’ve got a perfect example, actually.

I have a cousin who’s pregnant for the first time, and she recently went through a mental breakdown earlier this year, before her pregnancy.

I happened to be dating a person who is a doctor in the field.

Actually, a surgeon.

Let me get that shit right, lol.

They’ve told me there’s a huge difference.

It means they are really skilled in their craft.

Not all doctors are surgeons.

I did not know that.

An expert in their craft.

Because my cousin had a mental breakdown, and I had one as well in my life, I was paying attention to her mental state.

I started to feel like she was becoming a little erratic, like she was before that breakdown.

I asked my girlfriend what could be going on with my cousin.

They replied, “Whoa, that sounds like a medical emergency. I would contact her boyfriend.”

I did not expect that to be a medical emergency, so I followed the expert’s advice and talked to her man.

I knew straight women are obsessed with their boyfriends, so now he gets to be included.

But when I spoke to him...

He had no concern for what I was saying.

He only jumped to irrational conclusions, then stated, “She is fine.”

He is not a doctor.

My girl is.

No concern for her safety.

Now, before I could even talk to my cousin, she called me with a “woman attitude.”

She cursed me out.

Remember, her community is only men, and I am not one.

This advice, if my cousin had gone to a doctor for it, would have been $3,000.

But coming from a non-man, her only response was attitude.

No concern about what she might need help with.

The only focus was on what her man said.

That’s why I don’t listen to straight women complain about men anymore.

Because men are their center.

Look at the power she gave to him.

You are all liars.

Honestly, I am so tired of non-lesbian women that I do not even want to be around them.

ALL Y’ALL DO IS LIE, collectively.

I am so tired of y’all lying, saying you don’t like men.

Then I ask if you’re a lesbian like me, and you answer, “No,” and actually have a boyfriend or husband.

When you talk, you are so progressive.

But let your man enter the conversation or the room, and you’ll see all the submission.

It’s all lies.

Y’all are embarrassing.

You complain about men 24/7 but are still looking for and dreaming about some traditional fairytale Prince Charming.

Like, I am tired of y’all, and I am saying y’all, collectively, on purpose.

All you do is complain about how there are no more “real men.”

Actually, what the fuck is a “real man?”

What I hear is that you are calling back older versions of patriarchy that our great-grandmothers hoped would end.

Then even the complaining is a fucking lie because you just want an excuse to fucking talk about men.

It is like you found a new “cool” and “acceptable” way to talk about your obsession: men.

And you do it by lying and complaining about them.

The complaining is the biggest joke.

But let my lesbian ass try to give any advice, then it’s, “Not all men.”

Like, it’s a quick “not all men,” but all your experiences with men have been the same.

That was my sign.

That you want the dream.

The fairy tale.

And I have had this conversation so many times, and every time, it’s the same fucking thing.

You are looking for a man to take care of you.

So iconic.

You don’t want patriarchy to end.

You want to be the woman who finally succeeds within it.

BEFORE YOU SAY, "I'M JUST ATTRACTED TO MEN, IT’S NATURAL"...

Honestly, y’all are dumb as fuck for protecting patriarchy by claiming that you’re attracted to men.

I am attracted to women, and I know that does not remove my boundaries.

I’ll tell you now, and I’ll bold this:

Just because you are attracted to men does not mean you have to do everything patriarchy says in order to be around them.

MEN AREN'T INHERENTLY IMPORTANT. YOU KEEP MAKING THEM IMPORTANT.

So, in conclusion, I will not be listening to y’all complain about shit anymore.

Because at this point, y’all are the only ones giving men this level of purpose.

You.

Non-lesbian women.

Any woman who dates men.

Dates, meaning the patriarchal way to be romantic with a man.

Y’all sit here and still act like your dreams, your goals, your body, working out, all the art you have to make, and whatever business you want to build, none of that is important.

The only thing that’s important is the man in your life.

Getting him.

Helping him.

Helping him do whatever.

Like your whole goal is to find some man and make him perform better in society.

That is your main goal.

And if that’s your main goal, I don’t know why I have to be friendly with you.

Because I am not a man.

So I know now, deeply and clearly, where you stand.

So do not ask me for fake help because some man is ignoring you.

I have learned that the only reason you’re coming to me is because some man is ignoring you.

We are done.