Must Watch Web TV!

So apparently the answer to what I will write now that I’ve found celibacy is: not so very much! Sorry about that loyal readers. While I work on getting my groove back, please enjoy my favoritest webTV serieses!

First we have Lez-B-Honest Definitely check this out & watch all the episodes! Don’t be put off by the early production issues, it only gets better as the series progresses!

Have you come up for air? Now watch Between Women, Again, stick it out through early production issues.  Also Trigger Warning for domestic violence in some of the later episodes.

Welp, until next time! Enjoy!

I Have a Store

I’ll get back to my super steamy night with DB-but first–I have a store!

If you can read this-and you have a penis-DO NOT HIT ON ME!

It had to be said!

So I have no idea if anyone would want to spend $18–38.95 on a T-Shirt, but some people might consider it an investment! Available for studs, femmes, queers and kinksters!

Also, for that slow-moving lover in your life:

An overturned U-HaulThank You For Not U-Hauling

At less than $3 these cards are the perfect way to let your lesbian love know that you appreciate her taking the time to get to know you! Perfect for Valentines Day!

Liebster? But I Barely Know Her!

Liebster Award--shiny!

My twiiter-buddy Bren at Buzzcuts and Bustiers nominated me for a Liebster’s award! Thank you Bren! I didn’t do anything right away because I thought people have to vote for me and kept waiting to be approached by the “Liebster Commity. But no! Apparently it works a bit like a chain letter, like this:

The “Liebster Blog” award it given to up-and-coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers.  (“Liebster” is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, beloved, loveliest, cutest etc.)

The rules for the Liebster Award are:

1. Thank the giver and link back to her/him.
2. Reveal your top picks and leave a comment on their blog.
3. Copy and paste the award on your blog.
4. Have faith that your followers will spread the love too!

I can do this! (I think–I have no idea how many followers my favorite blogs have, but I’ll hold off on nominating some of my fav more well-known blogs: The Bloggess, Card Carrying Lesbian, and Butchtastic.)

So, without further ado:

1) Butch Wonders A new blog that quickly became one of my fav–she’s currently writing her very moving “Coming Out Married” series. She writes about life, relationships, and of course, butch style!

2) South Carolina Boy The blog of an unnamed Transman in South Carolina–thoughtful, articulate, and always willing to go into lengthy responses in the comments sections!

3) Butch Enough A new blog by an author who is butch enough– but doesn’t write enough! 😛

4) Netrois Nonsense Maddox writes engagingly about being netrois/asexual, top surgery, and the lack on non-gendered pronouns in the Spanish language.

5) Stud With Swag I was drawn to this blog initially because Knowledge writes about interracial relationships from the other side, and I stayed with it for the sensual poetry, politics and unflinching self-reflection.

Honorary Mention 6) Hot! Damn! Femme! I’m hoping that nominating this blog will encourage this wayward Femme to post more often!

Okay, that was six–I’m bad at following rules!  I’ve barely scratched the surface of all the blogs that I like with this post. Please, browse my links for more!

Trick…(Halloween Pt 3)

Start the night.

Two hot brown women kissing

I Just Read This Blog For the Pictures

The squat Latina angel flounced in, her white leotard hugging every curve and white tulle skirt barely covering her spandex bottoms. Not a good  look for her, I thought, quietly bemoaning the loss of the tomboy who greeted me at the door.

It was picture time, and I posed with the ladies. Looking back at the pictures, I towered over thick and juicy Gina and the small boned narrow Sheniqua. Adelina was a dwarf in front of me at under 5′.

Sheniqua posed for one picture with her thick booty pressed against my crotch, bouncing in time to the music. I matched her rythm along gamely. Was she?…naw!

She rolled another joint and pulled me into the porch doorway to smoke it–and–standing close to me as she was–she gave me that look. That look. That smile that says: I want you!

I just about melted into it, smiling involuntarily back.

But..wait…isn’t she straight?

She smiled at me, deeper and unmistakably direct. The look of a player.

She’s straight alright–a straight stud!

I thought as she leaned in to kiss me.

Ask A White Girl

Ask a White Girl

Note...That's KD Lang in the Pic--Not Me!

I have another guest post! What can I say, I get around! Actually, this one may be semi regular…so go ahead and hop over to and check it out! (Also check out the rest of the Mag–it is definitely worth getting the password to read the Juicier bits!)

Got any questions for a white girl? Ask!

Sporty Dykes

A goofy sporty dyke lifts her shirt

I was recently asked me to write about the differences between Doms/Studs in the POC and Butches in the white lesbian community for Din Mag but I’m finding it surprisingly difficult. I should be in a good position to write such an article, seeing as I’m a white, stud-appreciating femme who moves between the two communities–but–I don’t know–it’s hard to feel like I can give a fair accounting accounting of both groups.

Because, you see, I’m biased. I like black women. I feel more at home with and drawn to lesbians of color than to “my own” (Even with the evil looks some black women give me when I’m the only white girl in the club)

I can’t stand being at many white dominated clubs: the plaid, the greasy hair, the sour smell, the rhythmless dancing and off-key Melissa Etheridge covers. Ugh!

Which doesn’t mean I don’t like white butches. I like dapper butches who smell good and wear dress shirts and ties. (Not all the time, but if you’re going out, why not dress up?)

What I don’t like/cannot get down with are “sporty dykes”  (And no, playing sports is not what makes a lesbian “sporty” there are butches and studs who play sports but don’t read as sporty. Don’t ask me to explain it.)

They’re  always drunk and in a pack at the club,  with their jeans and  t-shirts, greasy hair and ball caps–randomly wrestling, grinding off-tempo in lines,  or spilling drinks all over the dance floor.

Ugh! There is nothing more depressing than looking out at a room full of lesbians and not being attracted to ANY OF THEM!

Nothing personal, they’re just no more attractive than most men to me. And they don’t seem to know what to do with me either, in my fancy femme club clothes–unless I’m dressed butch!

On a recent adventure out as a butch I was pulled into a line dance with six or so sloppy sporty dykes gyrating off-tempo.

I went with it bemusedly until I just couldn’t take the lack of rhythm any longer! I was kind of shocked. These kind of women never looked twice at me before, but just because I’m wearing a wife beater and suspenders I’m now one of them?

I don’t know. I feel like an asshole for writing this. For all sporty women dominate certain clubs (cough, Queereoke), they’re only a subset of the white lesbian scene. I know lots of white LBTQ’s who I quite like, and am even sometimes attracted to. And it’s nothing personal against them, just, ah, not my scene.

I want to write something for Din Mag that helps bridge the gaps between the races, not just bashes the white lesbian community!

And I will. I just had to get that off of my chest first.

My First Time

Old School Lesbians from the 40's

See the Looks From the Two on the Right? Like That!

(At a Lesbian Bar–What did  you think I was talking about?)

I was feeling high and all kinds of  excited because I was out at a straight club and this chick was feeling me! We were dancing to this hot local band and things were going good! When the music ended, I got her number and stumbled out into the night, not ready to go home yet.

I decided that I was feeling brave, feeling bold, so I made my way over to the local lesbian bar. (Yes, the tiny town of Fort Collins CO. has a Lesbian bar, but the big city of Boston does not.)

I was greeted at the door by a big butch woman who carded me gruffly, her glare alerting me to my likely reception once inside.

I strode by her blithely, greeted by unwelcoming glances and bad karaoke inside.

I sidled up to the bar and ordered a coke. The bar tender looked at me skeptically and carded me again. I showed her my ID (I was 24) and explained that I was trying to sober up for my drive home. (Which was true.)

She served me grudgingly, and I nursed my coke while a gaggle of butch/sporty women glared at me unwelcomingly from across the room. I was probably the only one in the whole place wearing a dress. (Long, formfitting, red.) I guess they figured I was a “curious” straight girl.

I finished my drink and payed my tab sadly. Not one person had smiled at me  or seemed in the least bit friendly (or even attractive)  the whole time I had been there. Maybe I could only attract Bi girls? I wondered to myself as I wandered out into the night.

I didn’t go to another Lesbian bar for five years.