The more you love,the more love you have to give.It’s the only feeling we have which is infinite…

She scissored the curls away, and – toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly – it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I...

plot point” that you can play with. Gay kids are real, actual kids, teenagers, growing up into awesome adults, and they don’t have the books they need to reflect that. Growing up, my nose was...

I don’t understand the hatred and fear of gays and bisexuals and lesbians…it’s a concept I honestly cannot grasp. To me, it’s not who you love…a man, a woman, what have you…it’s the fact that...

So, let me get this straight– You want me to stop being a lesbian and being attracted to women because it is a ‘sin’? Last time I checked, when you lie you are sinning. Sure,...

My choices, it seemed, were to be branded a sinner and live my life alone; to abandon my faith, the one thing I held most dear in the entire world; or to lie to everyone,...

Hey roomie.” I was breathless. I looked her straight in the eyes as my fingers squeezed my nipples and rubbed my swollen clit. “Told you I wouldn’t stop when you caught me.

June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never again know who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry...

Barbara had really missed her calling. She should have been a gynecologist. Nothing pleased her more than having her face between another woman’s legs.

There’s a Greek legend—no, it’s in something Plato wrote—about how true lovers are really two halves of the same person. It says that people wander around searching for their other half, and when they find...

Jeremy would be a handsome groom. He looked like a Ken doll come to life. Probably has thesame plastic lack of parts as his tiny counterpart.Did she mention that I probably brought her to more...

The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and...

transsexual” are all imperfect, historical, temporary, and arbitrary. We use them, and they use us. We use them to construct meaningful lives, and they mold us into historically specific forms of personhood. Instead of fighting...

With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.

I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body’s print might rest still warm beside my own.Until the next day I did not go to bathe,...

If you are in the closet and fall in love with someone of the same gender, it doesn’t automatically remove the shame and fear that’s kept you locked away. The love you are experiencing encourages...

Sure, I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian or that I am no longer attracted to women and am straight, or I could even tell you the moon is made of cheese....

We Lesbian Avengers have built this shrine. It stands for our fear. It stands for our grief. It stands for our rage. And it enshrines our intention to live fully and completely as who we...

Lots of my writing can be accurately called lesbian, but I myself am queer and date people of all genders.

The beauty of standing up for your rights is others will see you standing and stand up as well.

I think God is a callous bitch not making me a lesbian. I’m deeply disappointed by my sexual interest in men.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential.

In the course of my life I have had pre-pubescent ballerinas; emaciated duchesses, dolorous and forever tired, melomaniac and morphine-sodden; bankers’ wives with eyes hollower than those of suburban streetwalkers; music-hall chorus girls who tip...

It’s a curious, wanting thing.

The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will be made, and it will all be over.

First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man

Together, in that room, our childhood notions of love melted away. We discovered love was not a fairytale. Sometimes there were no happy endings, and when there were, you needed to work like hell to...

Acknowledging that my biological imperative may not include the drive to procreate, that I just might be attracted to XX chromosomes instead of XY? That’s so stupid-minor in comparison to the fact that I might...

They were Catholic, my lovers,All in an access of crossing themselves,Particularly their fingersBehind their suspendered backs–And that was the women.