At what point in our lives did feminism start to mean something? For some of us the starting point was an awareness of the different ways parents treated boys and girls; watching their mother's role; the marriage of older siblings, and treatment of girls at school....
Despite any close family ties we might have most older dykes have probably learned long ago the value of friendship. Already some of us have faced the loss of old and valued friends. Maybe we should also think about what our loss, our death, might...
"The influence of the costume penetrates to the very soul of the wearer." Oscar Wilde What clues about our personality do we send to those around us by the way we dress? Do lesbians go for bland camouflage or eccentric individuality? Today, many more styles of clothing...
Twenty or thirty years ago it was hard to get books about sex, let alone anything with lesbian content, so we treasured any reference, and even the few stray books (Mary Renault, James Baldwin) about gay men. A book like The Well of Loneliness or The...
I am offering my poem as my way of confronting the terrible situation in which I find myself. I am 55 year old Australian woman and my partner, who is American, is 68. I recently spent a year living with her in the US on...
by Kate O'Brien When my women have departed trailing their young perfume through the garden, silver striking silver as their singing charts their steps, I come in from the balcony, kick the sandals from my feet and let my day gown fall. In the leafy lamp-light youth returns to breast and hips plump radiance plump glamour. Nipples...
by Steely Lips Strong-limbed, she strode along the beach with a jaunty air. It was sunset. I watched the huge golden shape slip into the water. Slowly, it dropped from view leaving a pink and purple stained sky. The tide was coming in fast; there was...
by Lesley Summers I awoke with a start, my head aching from a hangover. I kept my eyes closed. The sounds and smells weren't right, I thought, this wasn't my bedroom, not my home. I heard traffic rumbling nearby and smelt indefinable stale odours accompanied by...
by Clement Wood My morning jog took me round a small bay of the inner harbour. The track I followed had been properly set up by the local council with stretch bars and boards, seats, dog excrement receptacles and all the apparatus for the inner city...
by Clement Wood © Well it wasn't my original plan to spend the week before Xmas minding a fast moving almost four year old girl, but these things happen. I was moving on to a new job after New Year and had given myself a month...