(no subject)
May. 14th, 2006 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lunabee34I know this is spammage, but I am finding The Best Lesbian Erotica of 2006 so fascinating. Not only did Lorraine enjoy her bath immensely *g*, but now I’ve got all these questions and ideas and um…. yeah.
I haven’t finished reading, so I’ll discuss the stories I have read thus far. This will be spoilery.
Cut for length and sexy words *g*
1. “Silver Dollar Afternoon” by S. Bear Bergman
“I sometimes say that falling truly in love is like coming out: people who have never done it think that you do it once, but in fact you start with great bravery and then do it every day. If you’re lucky: every day, forever.”
Okay, I know nothing about coming out, but I do know about falling in love and Bergman is so right. Falling in love isn’t this state that you enter and then never leave; love is a verb, to paraphrase a Christian rock band. It’s emotions, yes, but also a decision and a process.
When describing her partner’s genitals: “I think people who say velvet have never really thought about it. Velvet has a wrong way, a brush against the nap that prickles, but my beloved has no wrong way; every direction is as enticing as the others. I’ve tried them all.”
WHY DID I NOT WRITE THIS!!!!! *dissolves into puddle of guh*
In this story, the couple uses a double-headed dildo that’s similar to one of these. Here's also Some instructions for using one.
2. So many of these stories are about women who don’t just use dildos for sex but strap them on and wear them if not all the time then a good bit of it. This is a notion I find very intriguing. One of the stories, “Butches Don’t,” by D. Alexandria has two butch lesbians meeting for a sexual encounter. One of them is wearing a penis that’s very natural looking and the other a large, shiny black one. I started wondering about the aesthetics of dick choice—what does your choice say about you?
“Only Sonja knew that I enjoyed getting fucked in the ass, and, surprisingly, she had obliged me a few times. It wasn’t something I was entirely proud of, since just about all my butch friends refused to bottom for their girls. So, the fact that I not only enjoyed bottoming but also enjoyed receiving anal was something I kept on the downlow.”
This really surprises me. Obviously I'm not thinking that this one story is indicative of the way all butch lesbians think and feel, but if it made into the Best of book, I'm thinking there's at least some degree of incidence of feeling that way. I think the narrator's also saying in this passage that she doesn't let anyone enter her vaginally, which seems really weird to me. (This is not Lorraine being condemning or anything; I freely admit my ignorance about lesbian culture, which is why I'm making this post. This is just me being surprised and having my assumptions challenged.) Now the narrator still gets off and spectacularly so, but I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around her not wanting other kinds of sexual contact on herself besides the friction of her strap-on.
Another thing I found surprising that occurs in this story and others is the blowjob of the fake penis. Again, that's not something I had expected, but it reads as very very hot.
3. I do not think "her pussy felt like a squishy bun fresh from the oven" is a simile I'd ever want applied to myself. *G*
4. The story "Riding the Waves" by Rose William is a perfect example of the way some of these stories have made me uncomfortable in the way that they seem to glorify the male dick in a bizarre way. In this story a lesbian couple invites a man into their bedroom. At first the narrator is really upset about it, but as she watches the man fuck her partner, she realizes that she can somehow experience sex with her more fully through him. "And I knew. It had been all for me. Because she knew me better than I did. I had been right: the surfer wasn't really her type. He was mine--the kind of guy I'd fuck, the kind of guy I would want to be. She had known how wet I'd get, how I'd be able to feel what he was feeling, just watching him fuck her in my favorite position would put together the last puzzle pieces of my fantasies." The story seems to imply that the narrator can never be close enough to her partner on her own and that's she's somehow deficient until the intervention of this dude. I don't know. Maybe I'm reading this wholly wrong because of my ignorance, but it weirds me out.
5. My favorite story of all is called "Into the Baptismal" by Peggy Munson. It's a gorgeous mix of sex and religion and Southernness. I find some of the transitions problematic, but on the whole, an amazing read.
I haven’t finished reading, so I’ll discuss the stories I have read thus far. This will be spoilery.
Cut for length and sexy words *g*
1. “Silver Dollar Afternoon” by S. Bear Bergman
“I sometimes say that falling truly in love is like coming out: people who have never done it think that you do it once, but in fact you start with great bravery and then do it every day. If you’re lucky: every day, forever.”
Okay, I know nothing about coming out, but I do know about falling in love and Bergman is so right. Falling in love isn’t this state that you enter and then never leave; love is a verb, to paraphrase a Christian rock band. It’s emotions, yes, but also a decision and a process.
When describing her partner’s genitals: “I think people who say velvet have never really thought about it. Velvet has a wrong way, a brush against the nap that prickles, but my beloved has no wrong way; every direction is as enticing as the others. I’ve tried them all.”
WHY DID I NOT WRITE THIS!!!!! *dissolves into puddle of guh*
In this story, the couple uses a double-headed dildo that’s similar to one of these. Here's also Some instructions for using one.
2. So many of these stories are about women who don’t just use dildos for sex but strap them on and wear them if not all the time then a good bit of it. This is a notion I find very intriguing. One of the stories, “Butches Don’t,” by D. Alexandria has two butch lesbians meeting for a sexual encounter. One of them is wearing a penis that’s very natural looking and the other a large, shiny black one. I started wondering about the aesthetics of dick choice—what does your choice say about you?
“Only Sonja knew that I enjoyed getting fucked in the ass, and, surprisingly, she had obliged me a few times. It wasn’t something I was entirely proud of, since just about all my butch friends refused to bottom for their girls. So, the fact that I not only enjoyed bottoming but also enjoyed receiving anal was something I kept on the downlow.”
This really surprises me. Obviously I'm not thinking that this one story is indicative of the way all butch lesbians think and feel, but if it made into the Best of book, I'm thinking there's at least some degree of incidence of feeling that way. I think the narrator's also saying in this passage that she doesn't let anyone enter her vaginally, which seems really weird to me. (This is not Lorraine being condemning or anything; I freely admit my ignorance about lesbian culture, which is why I'm making this post. This is just me being surprised and having my assumptions challenged.) Now the narrator still gets off and spectacularly so, but I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around her not wanting other kinds of sexual contact on herself besides the friction of her strap-on.
Another thing I found surprising that occurs in this story and others is the blowjob of the fake penis. Again, that's not something I had expected, but it reads as very very hot.
3. I do not think "her pussy felt like a squishy bun fresh from the oven" is a simile I'd ever want applied to myself. *G*
4. The story "Riding the Waves" by Rose William is a perfect example of the way some of these stories have made me uncomfortable in the way that they seem to glorify the male dick in a bizarre way. In this story a lesbian couple invites a man into their bedroom. At first the narrator is really upset about it, but as she watches the man fuck her partner, she realizes that she can somehow experience sex with her more fully through him. "And I knew. It had been all for me. Because she knew me better than I did. I had been right: the surfer wasn't really her type. He was mine--the kind of guy I'd fuck, the kind of guy I would want to be. She had known how wet I'd get, how I'd be able to feel what he was feeling, just watching him fuck her in my favorite position would put together the last puzzle pieces of my fantasies." The story seems to imply that the narrator can never be close enough to her partner on her own and that's she's somehow deficient until the intervention of this dude. I don't know. Maybe I'm reading this wholly wrong because of my ignorance, but it weirds me out.
5. My favorite story of all is called "Into the Baptismal" by Peggy Munson. It's a gorgeous mix of sex and religion and Southernness. I find some of the transitions problematic, but on the whole, an amazing read.
