Well, well, well. Has the hook-up carousel from last week stopped yet? Nope, I can still hear the music. So buckle up and let’s see where the musical chairs stop this week. Hint: If you’re betting on whether folks will snog, I’d take that bet.
1) Ah, the We-Can’t-Keep-Our-Hands-(And-Other-Stuff)-Off-Each-Other Phase.
2) And then there’s the We-Can’t-Keep-Our-Hands-(And-Other-Stuff)-Off-Each-Other Phase Version 2.0
3) I truly appreciate Finley’s commitment to that one sports bra every lesbian owns.
4) Is that hot sauce a metaphor? I think that hot sauce is a metaphor.
5) When the O.G. soft/andro butch of the show has some thoughts on your suit.
6) The meta lesbian talk show host jokes, I don’t hate ‘em.
7) I did not go to prom, nor do I fully understand promposals, but – fine – that was sweet.
8) Look, I’d hate it too if Bette Porter was my fiancée’s ex.
9) Exes and currents making awkward all over the place, what is this a lesbian bar?
10) Is there a shipper name yet? Pette? Bippa? Ugh, I’m out of practice.
11) On that same note, how about Gini in Bottle? What, I said I was out of practice.
12) Beam me up, lesbians.
13) While we’re talking about lesbian bras, I have never owned one this fancy. Ever.
14) Well, I mean, if everyone’s doing it.
15) When it’s definitely not bisexual lighting - again.
