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When I saw the next topic for this month I was at once thrown back in time to my past two relationships and comparing them with the relationship I am in now. It seems that every time I get involved with someone it becomes that age-old battle of a “love/hate relationship.” I have tried and [...]

When I sat down to finish the sentence “The thing about lesbians is…” I drew a complete blank. I pondered over what to write, what general “about lesbians” theme can I take and put my own spin on it? Even right now I have a hard time finishing that sentence. I don’t think there really [...]

I’m not sure if I’m allowed to post this sort of thing…but I’m going to share anyway.
I want to be exhausted by sex. I want to be worn out. To be used, over and over again until I cannot move, think or speak. I want to be taken in so many ways that my body [...]

At first I felt as if writing on this month’s topic would just be a repeat of what everyone else has said. And then I read the recent entries and realized that I have something to contribute. Not something new, but just my own…me.
I am a closet soft, baby if you will, butch. It has [...]

When I saw her I thought “that looks a lot like the girl in the picture.” Then I picked up my bag, glanced around the greyhound bus station, edged away from the creepy looking guy who was trying to talk to me, and walked out the door.
When I walked up to her, I knew it [...]

Author’s Note: Thank you and I hope you enjoy and odd moment of being a viewer into the world of Ariana Calista Hawthorne.
ACH is the product and imagnation of LeAnn K. Travis, Copyright 2004.
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Stepping out of the shower I quickly wrapped the soft purple towel around my body in order to avoid the bite of [...]

I do not inch my way,
so precariously,
through this life,
I’ve made,
counting days,
feeling years,
older,
seemingly,
untouched,
by vanity,
trust,
and those consequences of youth,
seeking to end,
the tramas,
ended to quickly,
the blood split,
upon the ashes,
of what was once a yesterday.
I do not ask,
than anyone,
be,
what they are not.
And yet,
I am constantly alarmed,
faced with the unthinkable,
of those who try to hard,
to make a place,
a space,
a wanton [...]