When a Real Estate Agent Is a Lesbian Who Writes Love Letters

While searching online for recommendations of Japanese lesbian novels today, I stumbled upon a peculiar real estate account. The account introduces properties in the tone of a woman imagining a shared life with her girlfriend.

One photo shows the kitchen:

“We both like nails, bu I use my natural nails, while she wears gel nails. I watched her shiny nails—they didn’t move a bit, even when she was washing rice..”

“She insisted on an open-plan kitchen so we could chat while she cooks.”

“She laughed and said that watching me cook calms her down. I asked if that meant I reminded her of her mother—she said, ‘Maybe.’”

A sliding door is featured:

“There’s a door, but she doesn’t like me closing it. She wants to feel me moving around the room.”

A photo of the rooftop clothesline:

“Honestly, I enjoy hanging up laundry with you—even when we complain about each other’s messiness.”

A tatami room with a low table is captioned:

“She’s sitting by the table, turning to say, ‘You’re home?’—still wearing a sheet mask on her face.”

A tiny balcony that fits only one person:

“Even though we live together, I still long for a little space of my own. Does that make me selfish?”

Until this point, you can’t be entirely sure the narrator is a woman—until a photo of a bookshelf appears:

“She reads before bed. I don’t. It’s funny—though we’re both human, both women, we approach life so differently.”

You can’t help but wonder—did this real estate agent first enter the housing business to find a home for herself and her girlfriend?

Or is this girlfriend merely a beautiful invention?