Books By, For and About Queer Girls
I watched the rose peddles fall on my floor so many memories lost that way. How the years have gone by since I watched my first rose wither with all my love I tried to keep it alive. Thought about it as I sat there in my chair dreaming of days past. It is funny how you remember those days now about to be married I feel so fulfilled this rose some how is different. IT has a real meaning to me it means love real love not just any ordinary love.
The redness of it reminds me of the soft tender kisses and the feeling of her mouth on mine especially when I am not feeling well. The softness of her skin like a smooth cream. Always so inviting making me feel like I am finally home when I am in her arms. She is so strong but at the same time so tender with me she is everything I ever wanted in a woman. Before you paint a scene of us in your head let me tell you my lover is a butch and I am a soft butch. Ok that said I can continue.
As I sit here now and stair at the rose I dream of all the passionate nights I have had. I sat in my leather jacket and a black thong which is my favorite. There is nothing like black leather the hard feel of it the smell of it to make you feel free as you ride the wind on a bike the freedom that makes you feel a live if not for a second in life. I turned then to face my lover and she smiled at me and I smiled back I had a wonderful surprise for her waiting. I went in to our bed room got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a red t shirt and told her to follow me.
We walked out to the street where I pulled a tarp off of a new bike that shone with the fresh new baby blue paint I had it pained for her with red flames. With black velvet seats it was so hot I couldn't believe it was ours and I smiled and handed her a helmet. That was blue and white and matched mine. She smiled and took me in her arms and kissed me passionately with out a word we both got on it and I held on to her almost in a hug and she started up the bike. We rode to a deserted area I knew and she turned around on the bike and balancing it started to finger fuck me as I rubbed her shaven head and kissed her so longly. I could not help but think how I wanted this for so many years.
Then I slipped my fingers inside her leather pants and played around with her clit until I felt the heat and juices dripping down my fingers and I kept feeling her. I stuck a finger inside her to feel her warm insides god it felt like bliss.
I looked around the deserted road it was so quite and the stars were shining it was so perfect. "I love you" she said as I staired into her blue eyes some times I think I can fall right into them. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small box I knew it had to be jewelry I loved jewelry so much. " I know this has been coming for sometime but will you marry me?" she asked as sweat beat down her forehead. I smiled and hugged her yes I will I said. We got back on the road and road into the early morning it wasn't until one am when we got back to our house.
I felt like the happiest woman alive on earth I finally had everything I ever wanted a warm home with our cat and each other. I took off my clothes with a smile on my face and climbed into bed soon I would be the wife of the one person in this world that matter so dearly to me. That I would die for and more.
The next morning I woke to breakfast made on my nightstand I was in awe and a half a dozen roses and a poem on a slip of paper. I looked over and there was my butch daddy standing in the door way already dressed in a t shirt and dark blue jeans and work boots. She walked over to me and kissed me tenderly. "How is my wife to be?" she asked as I staired at her "very well" I said looking at her she was the most beautiful thing I had every seen.
The rest of that morning few by in a blur I don't remember what else happened now I sit here and think about it.
Now I sit here in my chair and look at the last rose and stair at its red pedals and pray that our marriage will be great as I scroll threw wedding dresses on the computer.Oh... well she is home I have to go make her dinner sigh.
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I made a queer girl book blog! It's called the Lesbrary, and I'm hoping to get people to send in there own reviews and add those in, too. So if anyone is interested in a place for queer girl book reviews that's a little more active than this, please comment and send in reviews. Thanks!http://lesbrary.wordpress.com/
good morning :) i just joined this comm through someone super awesome in my flist.
I come here asking for help, and i hope it's okay. A friend of mine who is majoring in philosophy has asked me to give her stuff to read about Queer Theory. She has zero knowledge about Q.Studies so I want to recommend the most popular and interesting authors and books that I read years ago when I was educating myself, you know, the most representative figures i guess. Sadly, once my brain absorbed the information, I totally forgot the names of authors that taught me something... ooops! :( The only ones I remember vividly (and still read to this day) are Eve K. Sedgwick and Kate Bornstein and J. Dollimore.
I'd appreciate any help from you guys, and bear in mind that she's interested in the theory/philosophy of the topic, not fiction novels.
Oh, Ivan E. Coyote. First I must tell the story. You see, at some point I was regularly going to poetry slams, but I was a little iffy about going one night. Then I heard the feature was by someone called "Ivan E. Coyote" and I didn't bother to go, because it was just some random guy I hadn't heard of before, right? Wrong! My other friends went and told me that not only a) Ivan E. Coyote is a lesbian, not some random guy, but also b) that she was amazing
. They bought her books and I flipped through them and loved them. I have always regretted not going that night. Later, I went on a trip to Portland and went to Powell's and found signed copies of her books but couldn't get any because I had literally 0 dollars to spend. All in all, a very painful experience. But story complete, moving on.Bow Grip
! Synopsis: Bow Grip is Ivan E. Coyote's first novel (as opposed to her collections of short stories). It is about this guy, Joey, whose wife left him for another guy in town's wife. His a-little-overbearing mother thinks he should either get a hobby or go on Prozac, he's sort of lost in his own life, and he for some reason just agreed to trade some guy a car for a cello even though he's a mechanic and not exactly the musical type. The bulk of the book is him taking a bit of a trip to the big city (Calgary) to go drop off the rest of his ex-wife's stuff with her and her girlfriend, try to learn to play the cello, and maybe gather his life back together again.
I loved this book. I wasn't sure what to expect, as a mechanic guy in a small town isn't my usual choice of protagonist, but it was beautifully done. Coyote introduces wonderful, nuanced characters. Her depictions of the complexity of relationships were what really sold me, and Joey turns out to be a very easy to relate to character. It's one of those books that just describes that weird way human beings interact so well. Highly recommended.
is a new anthology published by Logical Lust. I'm taking part int he Swing! blog tour
. My story, 'Bravery has its rewards' is included in the anthology. I'll be posting answers to my interview on my website
When I first heard about this venture, I did think about the stereotype of swingers (white, straight, and not very positive to queers), but it's been refreshing to see a variety of characters and orientations in the collection.
The Sapphic Reading Group in Austin, Texas is hosting a lesbian author event on January 10. 2009 from 2-5 p.m. at Genuine Joe's Coffeehouse on West Anderson Lane. There will be readings, book signings, and chatting with members of the community.
The authors attending will be Frankie Jones/Megan Carter (Bella), Peggy Herring (Bella), Carsen Taite (Bold Strokes), Stacia Seaman (Bold Strokes), Erin O'Reilly (Intaglio), Carrie Carr (Regal Crest), Brenda Adcock (Regal Crest), and Kelly Sinclair (Blue Feather). Books will be available from BookWoman.
Therese Szymanski has a neat new website with a lot of content on it. There are some sample chapters to read from her many published books, as well as some stories and essays.
For the writers out there, you will also find some helpful links.
If you are interested in buying any of her books, she also tells you where you can buy them.
And, unlike some author's websites, this one actually has real pix of real people! Okay, there some cute furry four-legged critters as well. And no...I don't mean cats or dogs. You'll have to go see for yourself.
Check out: http://www.bigbadbutch.com/
or if you prefer: Therese Szymanski
I'm new here and just wanted to say hullo. I keep notes of whatever it is I'm up to in various places - see the links below.
If you're so inclined, I am currently researching Joan of Arc for the book I'm writing, and there is a poll at my Word Press blog
where you can cast your vote for your favourite onscreen Joan.
I look forward to reading more from you all!Strickland Diaries
(Word Press)Lynne's Blog
If any of you are interested, or know of anyone who might be. There are no "bcc" s on this, so if you know of anyone who isn't in the email that might be interested, please forward this to them.
This is for Carsen Taite, a Dallas writer. Vicki and I will both be there.
Author of Truelesbianlove.com
and It Should be a Crime (August 2009)
from Bold Strokes Books
Launch Party for truelesbianlove.com
Friday, November 14, from 6-8pm
at Sue Ellen's, 3014 Throckmorton, Dallas 75219
Munchies, prizes, and a cash bar
There will be some print copies of the book available for purchase/signing. If someone already purchased a print copy, she will be happy to sign it at this event or, if they purchased an ebook, she will have bookcover cards to sign.