Rough and Tumble: Four Hot Lesbian Stories

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By this point, I was — somewhat unintentionally — quite drunk. We started making out (I was still peeing) and almost right away, I began writing a goofy story about it in my head, thinking about how I’d relay the anecdote to my friends (“So I had sex in the bathroom of a catamaran???”). But there was another part of me that was very much not into it, especially when the makeout gave way to other things and people started banging on the bathroom door. I would sleep in Alia’s bed that night and accidentally pat her butt in my sleep, my mind clearly deluding my body into believing I was still on the cruise with Lynette. Alia would very nicely not be weird about it. After some more internal debating I quietly push the blanket off of my body. It's not like the couch is gonna mind.

The ground is really cold until I cross over into her shag-carpeted room. She still has her hand on my arm as she pushes me onto the bed and starts to pace in front of me. When female victims of female assaults do pursue legal action, gender bias can severely hinder their ability to accurately report sexual violence. "Oftentimes, women in abusive same-sex relationships tell us that even when they do call the police, they are treated dismissively," recounts Kauffman. "'Women aren't violent.' 'This is just a girl fight, this is a waste of our time,' is a common attitude." According to the 2015 report by the National Coalition of Anti-Violence Programs, of LGBTQ individuals in Ohio who did report intimate partner violence, 21 percent experienced "indifferent" reactions from police. Another 28 percent experienced hostility. I settle for some Kelly Clarkson, and after my screechy but enthusiastic rendition of “Since U Been Gone,” five (!) different women approach me, complimenting my performance. One of them tells me her friend thinks I’m really cute, and could she buy me a drink? I was hesitant for a couple reasons. The first was that they’d slept with someone else, just once, when they were on a solo vacation, before we’d agreed to any sort of open-relationship terms; I felt like they’d forced my hand. (It’s hard for me even now to say they cheated on me, though that’s precisely what they did.) The second reason was that I’d watched some of my friends in long-term relationships experiment with nonmonogamy, only for the experiment to end in disaster: Somebody, inevitably, fell for somebody else. Get vaccinated. Vaccinations can protect you from hepatitis A and hepatitis B. These are serious liver infections that can spread through sex. The HPV vaccine is available to women up to age 26. Some women between the ages of 27 and 45 also may benefit from the HPV vaccine. An HPV infection raises the risk of cervical cancer. Other cancers, including cancers of the vulva, vagina, anus and throat, also can be caused by HPV.Leaning against the front of her stand with my arm rested in front of me I smartly reply, "Aw, come on Gi Gi! You know I would never leave you hanging like that!" She raises an eyebrow in skepticism, "Not for long at least," I finish a little sheepishly.

Say my name," my breath hitches, "say my name like you were on the couch." Has her voice always been this raspy? Probably not. I almost let out a groan of frustration as I move my hand away, but I stay cautious of my sleeping friend. A friend that I admittedly fantasize about.Looking at the ceiling I debate my options; I could stay up the entire night on my phone, which would be impractical, I could go for a walk, which could get me in trouble with some assholes, or I could- Weeks passed before Ella, 25, began to confide in her friends that she had been raped. While she didn't find them to be exactly unsupportive, there was still a consistent and major hurdle: "They are oftentimes surprised when they realize it was a woman who assaulted me."

I can't help myself as I continue to rub my nub thinking about her. The friction makes my legs twitch a little too. Thinking about her when I do this tends to make me feel ten times hornier. I would worry about which of the many friends my ex-partner and I shared I would lose in the dyke divorce. I’d have to come to terms with the fact that I can’t control how other people feel, can’t hold out for universal approval. Though I would also seek constant reassurance from my closest friends that I wasn’t a bad person for putting myself first, for a change; that, even after blowing up my life, they’d keep on loving me. To me, Olivia was getting the chance to spend an afternoon with a 73-year-old who’d worked for 11 years as a bartender at my favorite lesbian bar in Brooklyn. Olivia was hearing an American explain U-Haul jokes to a confused, elderly Australian woman. Olivia was my long talk with Lynette about anti-trans feminism in the UK, and being impressed with her easy command of they/them pronouns — yet again proving my worries about older lesbians wrong. The commanding tone is a little (read: very) hot. I should probably start asking questions right now about what the hell is going on, but at the same time I'm unbelievably horny and she's incredibly hot so- We all formed one big circle, and the staffers got the ball rolling. First things first: How had we all heard about Olivia?

What I didn’t expect was everything else that would happen to me — and is still happening to me — thanks to this one little week in my otherwise pleasantly uneventful life. Later, when telling friends what had happened, I did laugh about it — one told me it sounded like something pulled straight out of The L Word, which, true — but I was also a little mad at that girl, and even more so at myself for being so sloppy. The consent element there was indeterminate; I had willingly gone along with the hookup, at least for a little while, though I remain uncertain about how much I really could have consented while drunk-peeing in a bathroom the size of a broom closet. The day continues on with sales going through the roof. Ginger sold almost completely out of everything which I honestly expected to happen- the girl is an amazing cook and really easy to talk to. Jamie mentioned that she’d previously passed on an Olivia cruise when she saw that a speaker booked for the trip was Lisa Vogel. Vogel, the creator and producer of the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival, shut down the lesbian feminist women’s gathering in 2015 — closing its doors entirely, after 40 years as a safe haven of living lesbian history, rather than allowing out trans women to attend. For a lot of millennial queer women, myself included, MichFest is the perfect example of something beautiful and sacred we would have loved to take part in — something we’d be forever thankful for — if only, if only, they hadn’t seen trans women as the enemy.