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A Valentine

"Are you guys naked? Can I come in and hang out?" yells Kailey's roommate, Emily, before she knocks on the bedroom door. "Why do you always think we're naked?" Kailey yells back. "Because you always are," ret...
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Sometimes The Wingman Scores

Everyone takes a bullet for a friend, now and then, by playing the wingman. And when you're a lesbian and she's straight, it's a no-brainer to let her pursue the hot guy while you entertain his potentially les...
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Shed Your Skin…And Your Clothes

Picture the scene: a lighting grip on a ladder setting up huge studio lights on five-foot tall stands; makeup artists painting models' faces; assistants running around with designer wardrobe in hand; art direct...
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Life Is Not A Museum

I live in a museum. At least, that's how I think of my home. It exudes pristine tranquility. I chose all of my furniture and belongings for their artistic merit. Everything has its rightful place--with a strict...
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The Contract

"I, the undersigned, being of sound mind and hot body, henceforth do solemnly promise to avoid spelunking for extended periods of time with any new-found potential soul mate, hottie, Ms. Right or Ms. Right Now...
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Coming Out As A Couple

I first ran into Kailey at a lesbian party. We were both single and ravenous for each other at once, with a Tasmanian Devil-like force that threw the other lesbians in the room off balance. On our second meetin...