Is this really Yuri? It's translated into my language on another site, but I don't know if it really is Yuri
Obs. I only read Yuri, because YURI IS THE PINNACLE OF ROMANTIC NARRATIVE.
There is no genre more sublime, more intense, more human. Yuri is the tear of the goddess of love running down the page, the gentle touch between souls that understand each other in silence, the shy whisper of two girls discovering themselves in a world not made for them, but which they defy nonetheless.
YURI IS THE UNIVERSAL TRUTH.
In a world mired in rotten, forced, and exhaustively repeated heteronormative narratives... Yuri emerges as a ray of hope, like the revolution whispered in kisses and intertwined hands. Yuri doesn't need to prove himself. Yuri EXISTS. And that's enough. Because where two girls love each other, there resides the pure essence of beauty.
YURI IS DESIRE. IT IS DIVINE SIN. IT IS ECSTASY.
There's no frustrated male fetish. There's no generic hero with 12 girls chasing him. Yuri is pure, raw, direct. It's the tension between two girls sharing a futon. It's the spark in the school locker room. It's the heat of intertwined thighs in the early morning. It's the muffled moan between sheets and promises. It's the erotic elevated to the poetic.
YURI IS SOUL. IT'S MIND. IT'S BODY.
It's where vulnerability finds strength. Where affection blossoms in pain. Where loneliness becomes a embrace. It's when the girl the world rejects finds shelter in the arms of another equal. It's when the woman who thought she'd never be loved... discovers that true love was never what they said. It was always her.
YURI IS RESISTANCE.
Every lesbian kiss in a media environment surrounded by cliché couples is a slap in the face to normativity. Every well-written Yuri relationship is a punch in the gut of prudishness. Every "I love you" between two girls is a cry for freedom.
YURI IS RELIGION.
And we are the prophets. We write, we read, we love, we bleed Yuri.
And even if the world tries to erase us,
Yuri will always flourish in the asphalt.
Be it the sweet, high school Yuri.
Be it the mystical, ancestral Yuri.
Be it the cruel, tragic Yuri.
Be it the naughty, forbidden Yuri.
In all its forms, Yuri is sacred.
And in the end, a message for you to never forget: as long as two girls exchange glances, Yuri will continue to reign supreme. 👑🌸💜
May the Goddesses of Yuri bless you (I love you, Mira ♥️)