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"I was born thirty eight years ago and raised to be a nice Chinese girl. But nice Chinese girls don't grow up to be dykes and rebels. And I turned out to be both.
I grew up on silence. Though I was part of a large extended family, we ate in silence. There was no conversation or laughter, just the sound of soup spoons and chopsticks against rice bowls. I was not encouraged to talk, express emotions, or ask questions. I grew up with a heritage of silence.
I was a girl child, the first born in a traditional Chinese family, raised to be seen but not heard, raised to excel in school but not be curious, raised to be someone's wife but not to be a person of my own. When I was growing up in England, Hong Kong, and San Francisco, I read everything I could get my hands on, but none of the books spoke of my own experience. I started writing when I was eleven years old to fill the silence and to turn the years of rejection into affirmation.
You're probably wondering what the hell any of this h as to do with sex. The answer is- plenty. What I write is shaped by my history and experience as both a Chinese woman and as a lesbian.
Chinese is my first language. But I was fluent only in the words my parents deemed it necessary for me to know. I was certainly not taught the words for breast, cunt, ass, or orgasm. There were no words for sex; therefore, sex did not exist.
I came out as a lesbian when I was twenty-one, but I didn't start writing about sex until almost a decade later. Sure, I wrote love poems, but I never wrote about sex. I was, after all, a nice Chinese girl and we didn't''t talk about things like that. --
I have always loved women passionately. I love the way a femme moves across a dance floor, knowing all eyes are focused on her. I love the hard eye-to-eye look from another butch as she sizes me up as competition- or her next conquest. I love the fluid seduction in a femmes eyes. I love the long line of her neck, her delicate earlobes and soft lips, painted some shade of red or unpainted but deeply flushed from having been kissed long and hard. Many times. I love the curve of her breast, the hardness of her nipples, the softness of her stomach, the fullness of her ass, her legs with a faint covering of hair or long and sleek in black silk stockings. I love the strength of her in her thighs, the firmness of her biceps, the feel of her forearms as she takes me. I love the smell of her heat and the place of pleasure between her legs. I love her ankles and her delicate toes and her soft instep where I run my tongue until my teeth are gripping her Achilles tendon. I love the smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her, the sight of her. I love women passionately.
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Some women do not attend my theater or literary events for fear of supporting my sexual politics. I have been accused of recruiting. Never mind that I have a long history of writing, community organizing, and activism. Now I am judged solely for my leather sexuality. It's never been easy being different, but I have always survived. I will continue to speak out, write truths, and make waves. My countryman Mao Zedong wrote, "Dare to struggle, dare to win." I say, dare to write. Dare to be different. And who says nice Chinese girls don't talk about sex?"
"Who Says we Don't Talk About Sex?" Kitty Tsui, The Persistent Desire, (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)
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glitterock · 1 year
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Call For Submissions
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Hello! So i’ve decided i want to create a collaborative zine based on an essay I’m writing titled “Femme Dyke” on the lesbian experience and would love to collect other submissions written by and for the community! The title is based off of a piece I have written, but I don’t want this to be a femme-specific project. Ideally butch, femme, masc, dyke, androgynous, fluid, unlabelled, and any and all lesbian voices in between would be represented! I’ll be accepting around 10 (subject to change based on interest) pieces including essays, short stories, poems, songs, interviews, visual art, photography, and memoirs.
Rules for Submission:
* Must be a lesbian to submit. I love all my queer family, but this will be a collection of writing based on the lesbian experience
* Can be as short or long as you want as long as it’s 12 pages or under (size 12 font, regular 1.15 spaced). If you only want to write a few words, just write a few words! If you want all 12 pages, take all 12 pages!
*You may submit multiple pieces of work but only one submission will be chosen
* You can access this submission form until January 21st at 11:59 pm est (if you need up to a week extension please message me to work that out but try to stick to this deadline)
* Along with your written/visual submission, please include your full name/an alias you’d like to use, any socials/a website if you have one you’d like to include (not required) and a short biography (one paragraph long) about yourself, where you’re from, and any additional information you’d like to add written in the 3rd person. You may add a picture to your biography if you feel comfortable doing so!
* All submissions will be edited by me, but this most likely won’t go farther than spelling and punctuation changes. If I have any notes whatsoever i’ll run them by you and you’ll see and approve of the final copy of your piece before print/posting
* This goes without saying, but transphobia, racism, and hostility towards other queer identities will not be tolerated or printed
Examples for what to write about include but absolutely are not limited to:
* how your sexual identity as a lesbian intersects with other minority identities you may have
* your "Ring of Keys" moment
* your place in the lesbian community and how you relate to it
* coming out story and how that shaped you as a person/the relationships you have
* an interview with a lesbian you know
* being trans and a lesbian
* guide to eating pussy for beginners
* your first time falling in love/getting your heart broken
* a funny life story or anecdote that relates to lesbianism
* your identity (butch, femme, etc.) and what that means to you
* sexual experience/advice/ stories or how you relate to sex as a lesbian
* the colonization of gender and sexuality
* write a love letter! to lesbianism, your partner, a lover, a hook up, to butches, to femmes, to trans lesbians, to POC lesbians, to your friends, to yourself, to your vibrator!
* poetry, an original song, or a visual art piece about any of these topics or a topic related to lesbianism (note that visual art will be printed in black and white)
If your work is chosen, I will be in contact with you by January 28th to discuss further! Not every submission is guaranteed a spot.
Thank you so much and I look forward to reading all submissions!
submission form:
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ardentlylesbian · 11 days
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I just hit 3000 followers so what should I write to celebrate?
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Source: The Exploding Frangipani ; Lesbian Writing From Australia and New Zealand -edited by Cathie Dunsford and Susan Hawthorne
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At fourteen, I dedicated my life to a girl.
She spoke with life and loved like fresh bruises.
I found she was the only other person who'd stand up for me,
And in return, I'd be anyone she needed.
A friend, a warrior, a wishful dreamer, a devoted follower.
I could never touch her hand, for I was a better friend than lover.
But never will I forget, the girl whose name rhymed with mine.
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Look at me.. not for too long
Her eyes are the most beautiful gems on this earth
She's loved by the moon and sun, with the way they glow and shine in any light
They dart all over the place, not able to stay on one thing for too time
Look at this... Oh no, look at this
She's a spark of joy, but the light becomes dimmer the farther her figure walks away from me
A dreadful thought overcomes me,
I'm fading into the background, into one of the many normalities in her life
My body moves faster than my mind, and once again, I'm near
I have to hold onto her, make sure she doesn't forget me
She swings around abruptly, her locks falling into place as she searches for the reason of this sudden action in my eyes
There's heat rising to my cheeks, I must surely seem pathetic and ridiculous
I wanted her to look at me, and yet…
I look at my feet before she notices any signs of fear that have overtaken my body
Her eyes are still on me, looking at these imperfections, all of them
I'm a child again, apologizing to my parents for being so needy
It's her touch that now makes me search in her eyes
Her fingers draw circles into my skin, dotted with blemishes
They trace my cracked lips and overgrown brows
The longer she touches me, the more I barrage myself for not hiding my dark eye bags, for letting my face get round, for not taming my hair
The thought that she would stop loving me because of all this makes me want to sob
Don't look at me any longer, please
Comfort envelopes me as her lips press against mine
It's her softness that makes me forget what I was even saying
I've never felt so beautiful as when I am with her
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wlw-venting-blog · 6 months
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I want to be with you. I want to get married to you, I want to live in a cottage with you and to have kids with you and raise bunnies together and have a garden. I want to write about you, to spend hours writing poems and plays and songs about you. I want to spend my days watching our children while you work at her dream job as a nurse like the superhero you are, and I want to write and bake for you when you get home. I want you with me when my plays are performed, when my poems are read and when my songs are sung. I want to grow old with you and to read with you and plant flowers with you and bake with you and live with you. I want my life to never be without you. I want to be with you.
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sappho-ism · 6 months
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I’m going to write my lesbian ocs so in love.
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awesomehoggirl · 10 months
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illustration for my short story CRABGATE -- about predictability, principles and the robust soldier crab ball gate study
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aayearning · 1 month
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and there is a home,
in the form of tired eyes, little brown irises, so simple and so common.
i think of you when i hear ''love''.
you come to my mind when i imagine "love".
you're what i think of when i write "love".
and i am what i think of when i hear ''to be loved''.
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fromblisswithlove · 2 years
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bruised
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androgynealienfemme · 11 months
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"I know what I am when I look at old pictures long, wavy hair, eyeliner, mascara demure and mysterious. I know what I am when I wander on my lunch hour to sample new fragrances and linger near lace lingerie. I know what I am when I paw through these old letters still warm with old passions held firmly in wide rubber bands. I know what I am when the sight of old white t-shirts and the smell of Old Space can still make me shiver and smile I know what I am in the dark when you fill me your hands and your mouth in the head of the heart of my center I know what I am." "Old femme", Madeline Davis, The Persistent Desire, (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)
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belovedzine · 1 year
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What is Beloved?
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Beloved is an art & writing print zine dedicated to the beauty of ButchFemme identities, dynamics, and culture. We will be accepting applications for both contributors and guest artists/writers, and will have info about how to apply with our website launch this Wednesday! ​ We are currently scheduled for a February release with January preorders, and are hoping to have all orders shipped out in time to be received by Valentine's Day. In addition to the release of the physical zine, we will also be selling merchandise like t-shirts, stickers, prints, and patches. If all goes well, we are hoping to relaunch Beloved as a seasonal release with new issues every three month!
Your support means the world, and every like + comment + reblog helps more than you know! Any help spreading the word on this project would be greatly appreciated! 💌🤍💌
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lun4recl1pse · 6 months
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If were to like...idk...publish a book about a sapphic witch who is immortal and trying to find a way to reunite with her soulmate, would anyone read it or like nah?
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I pray to no god;
Yet I bow to her.
Whisper my desires that tether my mouth shut to others.
Feel tender kisses spread across my cheeks like starry freckles.
Gentle hands grasp my own,
And I know her presence will be the closest I get to holiness.
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aphrodites-serenade · 1 month
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Conversations with her
There's this girl that I love to listen to for hours
She perks up as soon as I present her a question
I love the way her eyes light up, how they urge me to come closer
Her lips move rapidly and I don't dare interrupt her
She tucks her hair behind her ear, but she talks so much that it moves forward again
I press my phone against my ear when we talk during odd hours
There's a lot of things she tells me that I don't understand yet
But the way these words come out of her mouth is enough to keep me smiling
I sometimes worry that she finds me boring
One day she'll stop talking and find out that all I do is listen
I simply lose myself so easily to her
I've found that time doesn't matter at all when I'm with her
On the first day she opened up to me, I was shown a new world
I want to stay in it forever, I tell her
And she pulls me in entirely
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