there’s a turn of phrase occasionally heard in lesbian community, an expression whose romantic wording conceals its sinister meaning: melting the stone. it doesn’t help that the entire concept is presented as romance triumphing over resistance, those who uncritically espouse it often high on the sense of power they mistake for desire. it’s a phrase … Continue reading melting the stone
lesbian pulp fiction: dance-hall dyke
continuing the trend of sensationalist titles designed to catch the eye and persuade the browser to fork over their seventy-five cents, DANCE-HALL DYKE hit the shelves in 1964. by this time, lesbian-themed fiction was a thriving genre that would continue to be popular until the pulp novel trade eventually dwindled in the 70s to make way for newer forms of cheap entertainment.
being seen
to be a fem is to know the eternal tension of irony. few lesbians love as fiercely or with as much devotion as we do, our hearts and souls sworn to the uplifting of butches in so much of how we live our lives. we fight so hard against so much resistance to be who … Continue reading being seen
the kiss
every fem dreams of being kissed in such a way it makes her weak at the knees and shaken to the core. when we were girls first forming the fantasies of what we hoped would define us as women, we read the same stories and watched the same films as all the other little girls … Continue reading the kiss
the question
“what does it mean to be fem?” curiously, she asks me and I know there are a thousand answers that anyone else could give her - but only one that I have, that I hold in my heart. “it means to love,” I say, “and by that I mean it is to love butches”. “to … Continue reading the question
as part of my ongoing efforts to revitalise the butch-fem community here where I live, last week I screened two lesbian-made, lesbian-starring porn films from the 80s and 90s as a retrospective event. it was three months of intense effort and energy that led to a single evening, over far too quickly. I wanted to … Continue reading
November 30 was the third meetup of the Butch-Femme Social Network I established last year. when I began this project in 2017, it was essentially the first step I took back into the world from the isolation and trauma I had been mired in for years. some of that trauma was both caused and exacerbated … Continue reading
I like it
I like it when she bends me over, one hand on my neck, the other pulling back on my hip so my ass cushions her cock. I like it when she pushes up my skirt, pulls back on my hair to see my face when her fingers slip between my thighs and stroke my slit. … Continue reading I like it
Last Night at the Sly Fox 2020 after over 15 years, one of the last pubs in Sydney to host a weekly dyke night is shutting down. I used to go weekly - even performed sometimes - years ago. it was an incredibly important aspect of my lesbian social life, defined acutely through my experience … Continue reading last night at the sly fox
last night at the sly fox
it’s not just about the way she looks, it’s about the way she moves too - how she separates space to make way, coming through like she knew I was right here and needing her right about now. it’s how she moves that really makes my breath catch, like I hitched in too fast, too … Continue reading
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