#lesbianwedding

We did it! ❤️️❤️️❤️️

​A few photos from our engagement photo shoot. we loved how they turned out!

“With you by my side there’s no darkness I can’t overcome”

Day 11: Lesbian

I have always kinda shipped #delma. I’m glad I’m not alone.

#PrideMonthChallenge #lesbian #pride #lgbtqia #scoonydoo #daphneblake #velmadinkley #wlw #lesbianwedding #au #fanart
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MATRIGAY! My first post for Weird Sister on getting lesbianmarried at 26 and telling everyone about it (including your radical feminist friends, your exes, and your evangelical colombian family).

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I was not supposed to get married. A ver cachaco, cómo te explico: my long relationship record is at an outstanding one person in twenty-six years. Even today (already after-the-fact) every time I see pictures on Facebook of my straight girlfriends posing next to their lightly bearded husbands under a cathedral arc with a smiling priest, I make a run for the bathroom and throw up a little. When I was eighteen I swore to myself to never look like my tías (tía if you are reading this, I love you girlfriend, but no). To never settle down. To never be a housewife. To never highlight my hair and wear pearls at the same time (wink to my Colombian readers). To never say things like: Juanpis y yo nos vamos a vivir juntos a un apto di-vi-no. To never have a Juanpis. To fear commitment and monogamy like the ebola virus (too soon?). To be fucking around for as long as I could because, have you been outside mi amol? Have you seen them dykes in their tight pants and outrageous fashion? Plus, why would a twenty-something lesbiana want to get married anyway? It’s not like I had my (incredibly fundamentalist religious) family looking at their watch going: a ver niña, when are you gonna seal that homosexual relationship with a lesbian wedding? Na-ha, mamita! Na-ha.