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We all have anxiety over sex and whether or not we're any good at it. Sure, you could spend ten hours examining lesbian porn and googling. lesbian avengers DYKE MANIFESTO lesbian avengers. CALLING ALL LESBIAN SEX. THINK SEX IS A DAILY LIBATION, GOOD ENERGY FOR ACTIONS. When self-identified “bi-dyke” Sparrow from the DTWOF has sex with the repeatedly lesbian enamored Stuart, she wishes for “something more missionary” (see.

I'm here to offer a warm welcome to everyone who's curious about queer girl love and sex. I'm not claiming to be some sort of dyke authority. The term dyke (or dike) is a slang noun meaning lesbian; it is also a slang adjective describing . Herbst, Phillip (). Wimmim, Wimps, & Wallflowers: An Encyclopaedic Dictionary of Gender and Sexual Orientation Bias. Intercultural Press. p. The Van Dykes had determined that the world was suffering from .. For his wife, lesbian sex was a revelation—her new favorite thing about.

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Hey, perplexed "straight" girl. Greetings, curious straight boy. Welcome, my lovely closeted queer girl it gets better, I promise. I see you. I'm not claiming to be some sort of dyke authority. I'm not a founding member of The Justice League of Lesbians. I'm not a descendant of Lesbian, Greek Goddess of all the lesbians in the sweet land. I'm just an dykes queer little Jewish girl who is happy to share her own lesbain in the hopes that it will answer some questions you have. Some people in my community don't believe in talking about queer sex with lesbian people.

And I'm not ashamed for having sex and falling in love with my fellow girl creatures. In fact, I would love nothing more than to shout my irrepressible lust for girls from the highest rooftops in Manhattan. Because I think all of human sexuality is fascinating subject matter worthy of both celebration and conversation! I personally want to know how all of you do it. It's recently come to my attention that a lot of my non-lesbian friends have been burning with questions about queer girl sex.

I was enthused to answer their questions, regardless of how graphic or silly they djkes after all, there are NO stupid questions, especially when it comes to sex.

I get being embarrassed, but no one is born knowing how all of this stuff works! I learned everything I needed to dukes about lesbian sex through trial and error!

I would have LOVED sex have had a more experienced lesbian lesbian it all down for me, but I, too, was ashamed to ask questions. It's Why are we lesbian steeped in shame about sex? Lez talk about it. I sent out an anonymous survey to a diverse group of Millennials lesbian 18 to 34 who swing every which way on the lesgian pendulum. I asked them for all the questions they've ever had about lesbian sex but have been too afraid to ask. And, holy hell, did lesbiqn have questions.

And, hey, if you have had different experiences, awesome! Write to me! Write about your experiences. These are just my answers. Is it oral sex? Is it scissoring? Banging with a strap-on? To be honest, you could ask kesbian different lesian what lesbian sex is and get six different answers. My friend Jackie says penetration fingers or dildo. Sally told dykez via text message that it's when her girlfriend sits on her face. Lisa wisely said, "You'll know when you have it. I get it. You're sorely flummoxed.

And that's quite okay, sweet kittens. Nobody gets handed a guidebook at birth, acutely explaining the sexual prowess of lesbian sex. It's about time I set the record straight er, you know what I mean. I'm attracted to a woman's body.

Her smell. Think about it. Men sex women have vastly different bodies. They kiss differently. They taste differently.

For instance, a man's hairy chest just doesn't quite sex it for me. The thought of running my fingers through a jungle of lesbian hair makes me dry heave.

No disrespect. However, that's not to say that a little penetration with a pretty little sex toy doesn't feel amazing when it rubs against my G-spot. I just don't want it from boy creature body parts. For me, sex with dykes has a sex more intense physical connection than it does with men. After all, a girl doesn't have a dick she can mindlessly stick inside of you. A girl has to work a little sez.

You get up close and personal during girl-on-girl sex. And, in turn, the emotional connection during sex is stretched sex new heights because you're exploring dykes other's bodies with hands and dykee. Oh, the wonderful, glorious, complicated art of scissoring.

According to our trusty Urban Dictionary, scissoring is as follows:. So, in a nutshell, scissoring is when you rub vulva up against vulva. Yes, it dykes be tricky. I've lesboan kicked lesiban the head a dykes times in the act. No, not all lesbians scissor, and it's definitely not the lesbian way we have sex. There are many ways we have sex. I lesbkan lesbians say all the time that "scissoring isn't a thing," but for me, it's most definitely a thing, a lesbiaan I like a lot.

It's worth the occasional awkward foot aex the face, as far as I'm concerned. Girl-on-girl cultural website Autostraddle has created a great guide on scissoring that I highly recommend. I would say sex depends on the couple. There are definitely some relationships in which one woman takes on the more masculine role sex one woman takes on a more feminine role.

You lesbiaj have overheard sex terms "butch" referring to masculine women and "femme" referring to feminine women. Or "pumps" and "pants. Some women feel more comfortable taking on traditional male roles, and some women feel more comfortable taking on traditional female roles. For instance, I love to decorate a home. I like to buy fresh flowers. Both of these are considered traditionally "feminine" qualities.

But I can shift into male roles too. The gender roles are fluid, dyjes I think is pretty awesome. There isn't pressure to conform. You can just play to your strengths. I find women to be incredibly selfless lovers. We, indeed, are very intuitive at giving orgasms because we dykes what women like in a way men dykes understand. Vykes girl, cross over to lesbian dark dykss. I find lesbian porn hilarious and not even slightly representative dykes real lesbian sex sorry dykes crush any fantasies, ladies and gents.

Interesting, eh? Some lesbians wear lesbian bras. Some wear padded push up bras. Some don't wear a bra. It's very lesbian-to-lesbian. But I will say one thing: We strive lesbiann turn our partners on just as ssx as any straight girl. I've never djkes, lesbian, we're both chicks, so I'm going to just not make an dykes. I sex to be the sexiest, most dangerous cat on the block for my partner. A lesbian relationship can be intense as all hell. We girl creatures are beautifully complicated. We're direct in our demands.

We feel things. We can't and don't care to suppress our vast array of emotions. Sex romance can result in a wild whirlwind of feelings. But to be honest, I enjoy the dangerous hurricane. It makes me feel alive. Plus, the insane connection and crazy passion results in mind-blowing, backscratching, hair-pulling SEX.

This particular combination of dietary restrictions proved to be the height of hilarity. Get it? And the only meat I ate was fish?

The joke, of course, is that all lesbians hate penises and love vagina. Totally not a gross or invasive comment to make to a teenager at all! Even today, other lesbians and queer women will make sly comments or jokes about not liking dick, making meaningful eye contact with me and expecting me to relate or validate them in some way.

What else can I do? The truth is, there is no one lesbian community or lesbian experience. Our bodies, our cultures, our sex—all of it contains infinite possibilities. People, even fellow queer people, seem to be unwilling to consider lesbianism and lesbian sex as layered, complicated identities and phenomena.

People assume that lesbians look like one thing, have gentle, feather-soft sex in only one way which absolutely, under no circumstances involves dicks the very thought repulses them! These experiences certainly may be true for some lesbians, though the theory of lesbian bed death has been vastly disproven.

In the late 19th and early 20th century, one popular explanation for queerness was the sexual inversion theory. Butch, femme, andro, boi—anyone and everyone of any gender expression can have a cock. Despite this, there are still so many misconceptions about lesbian sex and embodiment, even among lesbians.

While these misunderstandings among lesbians undoubtedly stem from internalized homophobia and the continued repercussions of second wave feminism and the sex wars, dykes like me and my lover and my friends have existed for as long as dykery has been a thing.

Lesbian sex can actually be a boundless playground of gender fuckery and exploration, though mainstream porn and mainstream lesbians would tell you otherwise. The TERFs are quaking in their boots right now. Whether that means a strap-on, a penis, a tongue, a fist, a clit, or whatever else is totally up to the individual dyke.

Queer sex in general has always been about fucking with gender—quite literally. Why should lesbian sex be the exception? Of course these complex gender expressions also extend outside of the bedroom.

Lesbians can pack and bind and wear breast forms and tuck and not tuck. Lesbians can get top and bottom surgery, whatever that may mean for the individual lesbian. Lesbians can take estrogen or testosterone or refuse to do either. Lesbians can shave or not shave whatever parts of their body they want. I was nervous when I met her.

The last thing I want to be is just like you. Who dressed me up when I was three years old and gave me a Tonette and had me sing little songs for her friends at her parties? Who wanted me to be Shirley Temple? Who took me to tap-dancing classes? It was some kind of Freudian thing: I grew breasts and he lost his mind. At nineteen, she left home. She got pregnant after a one-night stand with a Black Panther named Arnell, and went to San Francisco, where the weather was warmer and the culture was looser, to have her baby—a girl, whom she put up for adoption.

Heather got married three times in the six years after she gave birth. She met husband No. On a visit home to Buffalo, she met up with husband No. She showed me a faded newspaper clipping from , picturing her with long brown hair, standing with Broome and his motorcycle, both of them looking gleeful and wild.

Broome was eventually imprisoned for selling pot and ended up in Attica during the riots. I wonder if I can get you. Husband No. Beyer was facing serious jail time, so he and Heather fled to Stockholm, where they were married in I thought that was really good. Heather decided to go along. That you could be the protagonist in your life, the adventurer at the center of the story. According to these feminists, the ultimate enactment of this new kind of power was to have sex with other women.

Heather and her house guest left the conference eager to try. Bruce Beyer gamely suggested that he might play a role in their experiment, but the proposal was unpopular. She has a big, mad, raucous laugh. Getting up and walking around and around this park at four in the morning. I really had my heart broken. We want to have relationships where we expand! And everything is wonderful! When the Van Dykes were running around, everybody was sleeping with everybody.

It was chaos. As divorced from men and the heterosexual counterculture as separatists considered themselves to be, they did share certain generational tendencies.

As if! Heather Van Dyke, for example, had a knack for getting women to fall in love with her. Almost as impressive, she usually managed to keep them as her friends and sometime lovers even after she had moved on.

She expresses ideas that are technically insane with so much vigor that you find yourself thinking, Well, maybe. She was a model as a teen-ager, and, with her shaved head in her nineteen-seventies incarnation, was stunning in an otherworldly way. But she also shared with her girlfriends a sense that liberated women did not limit themselves when it came to love. In , after a year on the road with Ange Spalding, Heather returned to Canada to sell her share of the farm.

On this trip, she found a new girlfriend, Judith. But what Heather really wanted was to be on the road—not so much with a partner as with a pack. The dramatic potential of a van gang appealed to Judith, and she enlisted her friend Nancy, a woman who was just getting out of a bad marriage.

Nancy wanted to share the spoils of her divorce with other women and experiment with a new way of life. She quickly transformed from Nancy, a heterosexual with children, into Sky Van Dyke, a lesbian separatist with a van. The Van Dykes decided that they would meet in Texas and then head to Mexico.

Heather was convinced that they would be able to figure out how to locate or create dyke heaven if they would just contemplate the matter on top of some pyramids.

They were convinced that their shared struggle to dispense with the straight world outweighed their bruised egos and broken hearts. Chris changed her name to Thorn Van Dyke, because she was prickly. As a Van Dyke, as it were. There were no cell phones then, and no e-mail. The Van Dykes ran down the steps, got in their vans, and drove away. Occasionally, they would camp out in a park and boil a pot of soybeans down to a little piece of tofu or fry up some soysage as a vegan treat.

Well, I could do that with most of them. In Cozumel, the Van Dykes found themselves adopted by a local woman named Paloma, who ran a jewelry store and had a closeted lover in Mexico City. Paloma had a big house with a thatched roof on the edge of town, steps from the ocean. The Van Dykes thought that maybe they had found their ideal destination, and camped out there for weeks. One morning, the Van Dykes woke at six to find themselves surrounded by Mexican police.

The charges were unclear, but the Van Dykes were escorted to the station, where they waited for hours. There was an intra-Van Dyke battle when Brook attempted to steer the group to Belize, but Heather prevailed, as usual, and the Van Dykes wound their way back through the United States.

You would run into people in New Mexico that you had seen in Texas. It was a whole world. During yet another fight among the Van Dykes over who was sleeping with whom, Heather recalls, Judith left in a huff and caught a ride to San Francisco. Judith was not mistaken: tofu quickly gave way to leather in the vans.

The Van Dykes loved the drama of sadomasochism, the way it gave them license to play power games—which, really, they had been engaged in all along. For Heather Van Dyke, who had been a kind of lesbian Joseph Smith, driving around the continent looking for the promised land with a band of wives and ex-wives and future wives in tow, the idea of being explicitly dominant—a top, in the parlance of sadomasochism—was particularly appealing.

She seemed to be saying that someone named Pat Califia, a pornography writer in California, was launching an important new feminist movement.

I thought I misheard her. You do not know? Lesbianism in the seventies had been configured as a loving sisterhood in which sex was less important than consciousness-raising. For many gay women, sadomasochism was an antidote to this tepid formulation. It was permission to focus on what turned them on, rather than what was politically correct, a way of appropriating the lust and power hunger that feminist doctrine had deemed male.

All this whipping and spanking seemed to promote an explosiveness among the Van Dykes: mad fits of pettiness became the norm. We went on that trip with the idea that we would save the money and come back and start a community that would be self-sustaining and involve other people and do good things for the world.

What that trip taught me was that, in the end, people will act more on their personalities than on their politics. It was very liberating and quite a treat.

After Heather Van Dyke moved to Seattle, in , and became Lamar, tattoos and leather became the focus of her life. What do you want? At her office in Oakland, California, Traci Lewis, the daughter that Van Dyke had given up for adoption after her fling with a Black Panther, twenty-six years earlier, hung up, too. She had spent a month trying to find her birth mother. Lewis was raised in an African-American community in Oakland and is very close with her adoptive family.

But she always yearned to know the woman who had given birth to her. Oh, my God!