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“Ooh, but I still smell her.” - Lt. Col. Frank Slade in “Scent of a Woman” (1992)
It’s her skin in the mornings that smells of rain and lemons.
It’s her favorite perfume behind her ear mixing with the soapy clean of her shampoo.
It’s the smell of sun and coconuts on her back in summer.
It’s the whisper [...]

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’d like to revisit an earlier topic that I briefly mentioned in a previous post. I’ll start it out with the Popped Collar. If you are a well versed lezzy as I am, you will know exactly the type of person I’m referring to. The “I’m a bit too old to wear an Abercrombie mini-skirt, [...]

I have not been here in a very long time. So much has gone on in my life I really couldn’t fit it all in. I am posting this to say that I am back. I am ready to write and I am diggin the new site!
One thing I have come to realize in my [...]

I probably shouldn’t post here. I mean, I no longer identify as a lesbian. I now simply identify as queer. I don’t think I even identify as female, even though I am still physically female.
I’m a boi. I’ve been a boi for as long as I can remember.
I think this might be my goodbye post. [...]

I’ve read this blog for awhile now and I always find it fascinating. The internet is a wonderful, powerful thing to bring people together that would have otherwise never met. It also brings home the fact that there is a bigger world out there…especially the whole glbt community that I am sheltered from.
I am a [...]

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 [...]