About Me

Hi, I’m Cat — 32 years old, professionally unwell about fictional women, and the person behind this little sapphic corner of the internet.

A few years ago I innocently picked up a sapphic book thinking, “Oh this looks fun.” Fast forward to now and I’ve built my entire personality around yearning, emotionally unavailable lesbians, devastating slow burns, and women making intense eye contact for 400 pages instead of communicating properly.

So. Things escalated.

Reading started as an escape for me, but somewhere along the way it became something much bigger. Books helped me through some really difficult periods with my mental health and gave me comfort, community, and characters that finally felt familiar. There’s something genuinely healing about seeing pieces of yourself reflected in stories — especially when you’ve spent most of your life not seeing that representation at all.

But while falling headfirst into sapphic fiction was easy, actually finding sapphic books? Weirdly difficult.

You either needed:
- a secret underground network of queer readers,
- the investigative skills of a detective,
- or one extremely committed friend whispering “trust me” while handing you a book that would emotionally destroy you.

I wanted a space where people could discover sapphic stories without digging through endless lists, vague recommendations, or books marketed as “queer” only for two women to hold hands once on page 317.

This space is for the readers who highlight entire paragraphs. The people who fall in love with fictional characters a little too hard. The ones who stay awake until 3am saying “one more chapter” like it’s not a complete lie every single time.

It’s also for people still figuring themselves out. People looking for comfort. Representation. Escape. Chaos. Chemistry. Angry lesbians with swords. Soft lesbians running bookshops. Morally questionable women in tailored suits. You know, diversity.

More than anything, I wanted this to feel like a community — the kind where we can scream about plot twists together, recommend books that altered our brain chemistry, and collectively pretend we’re emotionally fine after finishing a five-star read.

So whether you’re a lifelong sapphic fiction addict or just sapphic-curious and here for the vibes, you’re very welcome here.

Stay awhile. Flirt with fictional women. Ruin your sleep schedule. Your TBR was doomed the moment you arrived anyway.