So apparently I’ve reached that point in my life where, when I catch up with friends, all anyone wants to ask me is whether I’m seeing someone. I’m not sure if it’s my clitoris or my heart that people are most concerned with, but either way they aren’t concerned with any other achievement in my… Read More To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before
I was chatting with a mate a while back about my desire to change careers, and she asked me if I felt I was an expert in anything. “I dunno” I replied offhand. “Probably boobs.” We laughed, because everyone knows Boob Men don’t come much bigger than me. What can I say? I’ve never been… Read More A Killer Rack
It’s two days before my period is due and as usual my mood is hanging somewhere between moderately frustrated and thoroughly homicidal. This month however it’s not PMT that’s the cause of my irritation, but another lesser known disorder called Unavailable Tampon Syndrome, or UTS. Most of you won’t have heard of it because…well…I just… Read More Unavailable Tampon Syndrome
Fifteen years ago I was on a Qantas flight approaching Auckland when the pilot came over the loud speaker to give his final address before landing. As he signed off, he came out with “Ladies and gentlemen, local time is 3pm. Don’t forget to set your watches forward three hours, and your calendars back 30… Read More Marriage Equality, Let’s Get On With It.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only lesbian who doesn’t fancy Ruby Rose. I know we’re all supposed to love a heavily tattooed, spikey-haired lezzer with a bit of talent and a lot of fame, but that’s never been my bag. This week though, I could have French-kissed the bejesus out of her. Talking about… Read More Chinks In the Armour
“Hold your hand up.” “Why?” “Just do it. Palm facing me.” I held my hand up as she asked. She pressed her hand against mine, aligning our fingers and wrists. “Do you feel that?” “What?” She pressed more firmly. “That.” Slowly I began to feel the gentle pulse of her blood and mine beating at… Read More A MOMENT
“I thought you said you’d never done this before.” You shrug. “I haven’t.” Yeah, perhaps. I feel sweat run from between my breasts, down my side, under my back. I shift onto my stomach and you try to look shy. “You seem to know your way around a woman’s body pretty well.” “And you said… Read More You