July 2, 2020

Are you happy? You wouldn’t say!
And for the better — let it be!
To me, it seems you’ve kissed too many,
There lies your grief.

All the Shakespearean tragic heroines,
I see in you.
But you, a young and tragic lady
No one has saved!

You’ve grown so worn,
Repeating that erotic
Chatter. How eloquent,
That iron band around your bloodless hand.

I love you — sin hangs above you
Like a storm cloud!
Because you’re venomous, you sting,
You’re better than the rest,

Because we are, our lives are different
In this darkness,
Because — your passionate seductions,
And your dark fate,

Because with you, my steep-browed demon
There’s no future,
And even if I burst above your grave,
You can’t be saved!

Because I’m trembling, because can it be true?
Is this a dream?
Because of the delightful irony
That you — are not a he.

—October 16, 1914


Beneath caresses of a soft plaid throw,
I summon yesterday . . . a dream?
What was it? Who’s the victor?
Who, the overthrown?

Rethinking all of it anew,
I’m tormenting myself again.
And that, for which I have no words,
Was . . . love? But can it . . . ?

Who was the hunter? Who—the prey?
Oh devil, all of it, it’s upside down!
And the Siberian cat,
What did he grasp amidst his drawling, purring sounds?

And in this battle of the wills,
Who ended up whose tool?
Whose heart was it, yours or mine,
That flew?

And yet, what was it?
What do I long for? What is it that I so regret?
I’m still uncertain, did I win?
Or was I had?

—October 23, 1914


Today melted today
I spent it standing at the window.
My gaze had sobered, my chest felt freer,
I was pacified again.

I don’t know why, it must be simply
That my soul had tired
But somehow,
I didn’t want to touch that pencil . . . it rebelled.

And so, I stood there — in the fog —
So far from any good or evil,
Drumming lightly with my finger
Against the softly ringing glass.

My soul no better, and no worse
Than any passerby — take that one.
Than those opaline puddles
Where the horizon splattered,

A soaring bird,
That unbothered dog running by,
Even the singing beggar
Didn’t draw tears from my eyes.

Oblivion, oh what a darling art,
The soul has long accustomed to it.
And some big feeling
Was melting in my soul today.

—October 24, 1914

Marina Tsvetaeva
Trans. Masha Udensiva-Brenner

To the Women

June 30, 2020

I love women — and love or a woman can be
gold tossed upon a pillow. Woman is my
necessary gold. Women’s bodies are dusted
with love and gold. I want to hear women’s
voices; the sound of smoke rubbing velvet.
Give me a woman’s hair for my fine, thick
blanket in the night. Breasts soft as
eider-down beneath the head; arms gripping
stronger than a drug. Women taste of melted
honey moving sweet within the comb. Woman
to woman, I tell you — Women are the beginning
and the end of love, and love is more than all.

Frankie Hucklenbroich

A woman of forty enters the cluttered bedroom of a girl half her age. She begins to passionately caress the girl. Using her hand between the girl’s legs, she brings her near to orgasm – then slides away.

‘Don’t stop,’ the girl says. ‘Please don’t. I was so near -’

The older woman lays back on the bed, legs spread wide, and pulls the girl towards her.

‘If you want me to finish you,’ she said breathlessly. ‘You must be a good girl and eat me out first -’

We got naked, fast

June 27, 2020

Friday night, and I’m two hours, four cocktails and three intense kisses into my first-ever date with a woman. We stumble out of a tiny bar onto the street and look at each other. She puts her arm around my waist, pulls me into her, bites my bottom lip and whispers in my ear, “So, are you coming home with me?”

Ten seconds pass, then I kiss her in a way that says, “Hell, yes” – before hailing a cab and diving into the back seat. She gives the driver directions to her place, then pins me up against the window, smiles at me with her ridiculously beautiful face, and kisses me. Her hands are all over me and my breathing gets shallow – I’m half turned on, half terrified of meeting the driver’s eye in the rear-view mirror…by the time we stumbled through her front door, into her room and onto her bed, I surprised myself with how confident I felt with her.

We got naked, fast. She stopped to check I was OK, but I was more than OK – I was completely mesmerised. I couldn’t stop looking at her, touching her, kissing her everywhere. She pinned me down on her purple sheets and talked to me while she kissed her way down my chest, tummy and tops of my thighs. She went down on me and it felt amazing, like she really knew what she was doing. Then I flipped her over and did the same – being between her legs was fascinating and confusing.

Even though we had the same body parts, this was a totally different angle and I had no idea what to do. I tried to imitate what I knew felt good on me, and it was received pretty well. We played around with each other’s bodies for hours, then fell asleep tangled together.

Kate Leaver
I always wondered what it’d be like to sleep with a woman

that mass of pussy fur

June 26, 2020

My sweet darling … I do miss you darling one and I want to feel your soft cool face coming out of that mass of pussy fur like I did last night.

Rosamund Grosvenor
Letter to Vita Sackville-West, dated c. 1909.


[It is amusing to think that when Vita Sackville-West took up residence in Sissinghurst during 1932, her closest friends believed she had started to live a most chaste and celibate life with her homosexual husband and their two sons – when in fact for the next ten years she shared the tower with her lover, who was, of course, also her sister-in-law, Gwen St Levan.


But we shouldn’t be surprised by this. On Vita’s wedding day she had two bridesmaids, one of whom, Rosamund,  she was having an affair with at the time. The other, her new husband’s sister, she would have a long affair with 15 years later.


After the war, Vita, even in her 60s, could still amaze and seduce otherwise entirely heterosexual married women, perhaps because she seemed, as Virginia Woolf’s husband Leonard described her, ‘an animal at the height of its powers, a beautiful flower in full bloom’.]

The first time was so exciting and amazing. I couldn’t wait to get down there and it was even better than I ever expected. It was so warm, soft, comforting, delicious, smooth, wet… Her reactions turned me on so much. Truly unbelievable. — Gail, 27

Suzannah Weiss
12 Women Share What It Was Like to Hook Up With Another Woman for the First Time

the night dance

June 2, 2020

Offering up your secrets in a quiet, hesitant voice, you sense her desire punctuating your many silences – like flames flickering in some sacred ritual, until you both become entwined shadows in the night dance.

I collect these signs

May 31, 2020

After she’s gone, I cherish all of the signs she was here. I press my face to the pillow and inhale what’s left of her scent. I wear the necklace she gave me, I hold the pendant in my palm while I think of her. My pubic bone aches from grinding against her. I press my fingertips into the small purple bruises on my thighs, she leaves them with her teeth. I run my fingers through my long mess of hair searching for the section she cut, late at night while I sat at her feet and we planned an epic art piece using both of our hair. I love that there’s a short little patch in my mane now, hidden underneath, a sign she has been here with me. I collect these signs like seashells so I can press them to my ear and hear the ocean.

Her Dirty Little Heart

I’d never really thought of myself as anything other than straight until a friend of mine said she liked me and it was too bad I didn’t like girls. I laughed it off, but something in my head went, ‘It is too bad I’m straight!’ Later that evening, I took a chance and kissed her while we were watching a movie. Then one thing led to another, which led to our dating for a year and a half. I had always assumed I had to be straight because I like men. Now, I happily identify as bisexual, and a lot of feelings and a few dreams from high school make a lot more sense.

— Cathy, 35

Suzannah Weiss
12 Women Share What It Was Like to Hook Up With Another Woman for the First Time

On eating a girl out

May 30, 2020

Clit is very important but honestly I just spread out her lips, lick her entire pussy, make out with it, spend some time on the clit and then run my tongue over everything a few times put my tongue inside her, and then after a little while, set up camp at the clit until you can have her finish or ur jaw falls off

Sunrise and Orgasms