Freshly showered. Skin cleaned and ready to be dirtied again. [ Read up on our Sapphic Erotica Series ]

The first thing people ask when I pitch this idea is: “How will you secure real estate?” “Who’s going to sponsor this?” “That sounds impossible.”

A membership built with you in mind. Created for Black, Indigenious, and POC Sapphics who crave connection, and a community that actually feels like home. In this blog, we’re sharing the heart behind our membership and exactly how it benefits you. From the way it removes the stress of “what’s happening this month” to how it deepens your place in the Pink Sappho world. Read on and get a feel for what joining really means.

I lack attention to detail at times. Does that make me a terrible lover? Debatable. For context, I met Pink Sappho’s London-based muse while on a date with someone else. Balancing attention between my date and the magnetic pull of someone who left me in awe was not easy. The guilt ate at me, but I had a job to do; Observe, and maybe, fall a little bit in love with the moment.

I had sex with my boarding school roommate for two years without kissing her. So when she finally asked to kiss me, I said yes. But the second our lips touched, I felt conflicted. Hesitant. Confused. Worst of all… disgusted.

Your sex was intoxicating.  You came to me; tore into me like paper. You opened me; a flower of pain and it felt good.  

Pink Sappho Presents: The Muse Series with Tofunmi Some   may wonder how a Sapphic social club, based in Chicago, comes across a quiet writer tucked in the neighborhood of Ikeja, Nigeria. Well… instagram.  Tofunmi and I were not exactly on track to cross paths, until we just did.  Prior to an impromptu trip to Nigeria for a wedding, I browsed online for queer events and found nothing less than a community of sapphics hidden behind a page called Hibiscus events. When I began

Allow us some transparency while we take you behind the scenes of our first campaign. Our three pillars