Hump Days: Softballing & Fleece Vests
Some people might not see national television as an opportunity to wear a fleece vest, but my lesbian friend is not one of them. You can read vest and lesbian a...
Dating
Hump Days: The Rules
Is it possible that I actually whispered the words, "Self Help" to the Tattered Cover employee, and then mumbled into the canopy of my hands, "The Rules" when a...
The Odd Couple – Dates for Dummies
So while cruising the pages of this month's Glamour my other half and I came across an interesting little article about dumb things done while out on a date whi...
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 t...
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...
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...
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 poten...
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 lesb...