Here on the tip of my tongue, the final sense, the impetus of hunger the bounty of being sated. It’s the blackberry of the Shiraz … her lips to my tongue It’s tangerine squeezed fresh to her wrist and waterfalling to my mouth. and the sweet syrup of… her **************************************** Just for tonight let me [...]
“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 [...]
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 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 [...]
I’ve been through the wars. The dyke drama. I am strong. I’ve attained some wisdom. I am a middle-aged dyke. So, I decided it’s time to share my unique spin on things for those who find themselves confused. Join me for my new weekly feature at Hahn at Home Saturdays. Dear Middle-Aged Lesbian, My girlfriend [...]
