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I know where my eye goes first – to the rockstar bad girl, the edgy dyke with her short, spiky hair and larger than life attitude. She’s got tattoos and piercings; maybe her hair is bleached or dyed some outrageous color. She captivates her audience and works the room with a confident [...]

Ahhh… the look of a woman. From her head to her toes, as a whole, or focusing on specific parts of her body….god.. it’s like watching a sunset and being able to freeze it at the peak of it’s beauty and just feel that hummm in your chest letting you know this… is something amazing.
It’s [...]

“It’s the look”. At least that’s part of it, I’ve told myself over the past couple of days.
Nina, over at Closer to Fine had a post one day about identifying as a femme, wanting it to be obvious to everyone that she’s gay, her reactions to butches and theirs to her. I found the post [...]

I’ve never been one to really care about the assumptions people tend to make about me based on their visual assessment of who I am. Now, don’t get it twisted, if someone passes me on the street, I would like to think that they find me attractive and even that they might think about having [...]

Neither of us, damnit!!!
Loverbunny’s post about transmen sparked a thought in me. Actually, a pet peeve that occurs almost weekly. Partner and I have been together for almost 4 years. Neither of us falls into one particular category of dyke. She may be a little more femme than me, but I wouldn’t classify myself as [...]

Who’s the stud? Who’s the femme? Who’s on top? Who’s wearing the dildo? Who’s dominant and who’s submissive? Am I an aggressive femme or a soft stud? Why can’t we be friends? And why are we still friends, even after our horrible breakup?
The sexual politics of lesbians can be quite complicated. A woman is a [...]

I am stuck with one of the Queer Film Festival sessions in mind. It’s called “Who’s on top?” and it has me pondering and knotted up.
I lure you into the women’s toilets and into a free cubicle; lucky for you the cinema’s are full, packed with people too busy munching on popcorn and slurping on [...]

I guess I can be considered “butch”. I’m usually not one for labels, but labels find their way to be attached to me anyway. This is not a post about the politics of the butch and femme dichotomy, being or not being. It’s an issue that bothers me every now and then, and lately it [...]