Tag : Lesbianism
Wildcherry is all about the lesbians. Not the 'lesbians' you find sighing and groaning on some of the other sex sites (AKA gay for pay). Oh no, Wildcherry lesbians are REAL lesbians, having REAL lesbian sex, and marketed to other REAL lesbians. So why is at least a quarter of my membership base male? And why am I adding a handful of new male followers a week on Twitter?
Ok, that bit isn't a mystery. Why shouldn't a man get off on watching 2 women so genuinely into each other, and anyway, not all men are into the airbrushed, scripted, lesbian ideals of traditionally straight porn sites. Maybe my little go at real sex, lesbian or otherwise is something everyone can enjoy.
But here's where things get tricky. I'm a friendly person, and if someone starts tweeting me I'm going to tweet back, whoever they are (as long as they're old enough). But some of you feel very strongly that Wildcherry should be for gay woman only (yes some of you don't include bi-sexual or straight). That whether for reasons of safety or simply having a site to call your own, men should not be allowed.
So you'd think from the title i'd got lucky this week...wrong! I just mean I haven't lost my touch at being completely useless. So last time I was here I was going off on two dates in one day, one of which hasn't come to much but the other has potential maybe. Im writing this with a completely awful and potentially life threatening hangover. For some reason I felt it was a really good idea to get home at 6am this morning, lets just say Im holding on to the floor with one hand and the laptop with the other!! All this on a Tuesday night, genius idea I realise. Ive just found the receipts in my pocket, feel sick just looking at them... I wrote that on Wednesday, I was so hung over the room was spinning and I couldn't gather my thoughts. So Saturday morning is here and ill try again...
I've never been very good at relationships; well I struggle with creating them let alone with maintaining them. So through frustration, annoyance and a touch of loneliness I embarked on a bit of internet dating, nothing new in this day and age of interconnectivity via multiple platforms and interface I realise. I must admit not my first time I've dipped a toe in to murky waters of online dating sites.
Coming from a background of boyfriends as I do, my first experiences with girls were on a 'get it when I could' basis, usually with bi-curious or straight, 'friends of a friend'.
I ran the busiest pub in a small town and although the plentiful supply of alcohol helped smooth the way to success, my profile as town landlady (as well as girlfriend of the landlord) meant that the experiences I did have were usually quick, fumbling affairs in the office or cellar. I was over a barrel in every way.
I moved to London and with the help of a new best mate, took full advantage of what the girl bars of Soho had to offer. One night after successfully luring 2 girls back to our flat, I became fully aware of what an amateur I was.
My friend and co-lurer, snuck into my room and asked if I had any lube they could use. "Er no. Do you need it?!" I innocently asked. "Well Im not going to let her fist me without it" she replied.
And right there, I was got by the fear. Apart from the bits that came naturally I realised I had a lot to learn about one of lifes most pondered mysteries, how DO lesbians have sex?
Ive written before about lesbians being their own worst enemy when it comes to not accepting other lesbians just because they dont look like the very stereotype we apparently hate. But after a chat over a couple* of glasses of wine the other night with a friend who knows a thing or two about the lesbian press, it became clear that its far more confusing than Id first realised
Those of you with gay friends of the male kind will likely be aware of an app called Grindr. (Do these people not have access to a dictionary?) The app enables the user to connect with other frisky fellas in the area, making a quick bunk up an even speedier affair altogether. After all, meeting in a bar can take MINUTES. Unsurprisingly it's a very popular app, leading the makers to launch a hetero version. So why haven't the makers rushed a lezzer version to the app store? It's ok readers, I've done the thinking for you.
Judging by the breathtaking number of 'personal sex toys' on the market, pretty much every female of a certain age is wanking themselves into a frenzy 7 days a week. Not me, I like to give myself weekends off. So what is masturbation, to give it it's grown up name and what is it's place in the modern adults life?
Being on Twitter I ve watched friendships bloom and planet lezza getting smaller by the week. It s starting to feel more like a 70 s Coke ad every day. Of course it s not always going to be like this. One day we ll be eking out small pockets of friendship, far from the battles going on around us, wishing Gaydar and Twiter hadn t been born.
First it was horses, then it was dogs, and now it's lesbians falling over themselves to claim their pedigree certificate. And just in case you're wondering, I'm not talking about those poor lesbians with mixed parentage (one northern, one southern, shudder) I'm talking about something far purer than that. I'm talking about the right to wear the prestigious 'gold star'.
Everyone has a coming out story. I m sure mine was no different from many of yours. But no matter how it came about it s always some sort of relief when it happens because finally the secret's out. You may have been expecting the turmoil or awkwardness of your burst out of the closet but were you expecting to have to do it not just once but throughout your life?
I ve been following the tweets of a well-known (ish) lesbian blogger for months and couldn t help but notice how every tweet recently has been concerning the issue of what constitutes a real lesbian. Wikipedia describes lesbians as being women who primarily have emotional or sexual attractions to other females. But according to this particular blogger that simply isn t enough.
When Jan Moir wrote that infamous article I felt as disgusted as many of you. Without a shred of evidence she tarnished the memory of a man who died of nothing more sinister than an undetected chest complaint. The latest controversy hurtling around, is the AA Gill article published in The Times. At first read I was horrified. I honestly couldn't believe it had even made it to print, but then I stopped, and thought, and decided I wasn't so sure we'd been the victim of anything, other than the inappropriate use of the 'D' word , at all.