Name Optional: Ruth
Date: April,
1971
Your Age: 27
Her Age: 29
Your Sexual Identity: Hoping
(virgin dyke)
Her Sexual Identity Ditto
My First:
Cathy said I could crash at
her house during the anti- war (Vietnam) march in April, 1971. We marched with
the Gay contingent, went to a
Lesbian picnic afterwards. I assumed she was an experienced Lesbian. We went to her house and discovered that
the house cat had peed on the sleeping bag I had planned to borrow. So sharing
a bed was the only option. But I remember that I kissed her first. The next
morning, I asked if she had done that a lot before. She said, no, itÕs my first
time. What about you? We both thought the other one knew what she was doing!!
And neither of us did- but we acted like pros. And figured it all out quite
well - I think.
Name Optional: Cathy
Cade
Date: 1971
Your Age: 29
Her Age: 27
Your Sexual Identity: Feminist
wanting to come out
Her Sexual Identity: Feminist
wanting to come out
My First:
The first time I made love
to a woman was in San Francisco. Ruth was a campus traveler for a New Left
organization of academics, New University Conference (NVC). She was passing
thru town, scheduled to stay over night with me. We spent April 17. 1971 the last
big Anti-Vietnam War march at Golden Gate Park where we just happened to march with the lesbian and gay contingent. Active
in the WomenÕs Liberation Movement for 3 years, IÕd been trying to come out for
9 months. Ruth and I spent the late afternoon still walking around town Š
talking and talking. Finally, we arrived back in my room in a womenÕs
collective apartment. Soon we were lying together on my bed, still talking
& talking Š while I furiously combed my mind for how to move things
forward. Eventually, I turned my head and kissed her on the lips. We didnÕt
know what to do Š but it was enough. The next day I declared myself a Lesbian.
Name Optional: Not
Given
Date: 2006
Your Age: 64
Her Age: 64
Your Sexual Identity: Lesbian
/ Lesbian Feminist
Her Sexual Identity: Lesbian
/ Lesbian Feminist
My favorite:
Waking early on a Sunday
morning
In her bed
My arms full of her
Full of this smooth, soft
woman.
I stroke her stomach.
She murmurs.
I wait, then stroke her
back.
Hums from her.
My hand moves lower.
I wait for her reply,
Lightly, checking for her
assent,
I open her.
And open to my creativity.
A delicate, beauty-filled
dance.
It is the first time I have
made love to a woman in seven years.
Name Optional: Rachel
Date: Summer
of Ō84
Your Age: 17
Her Age: 18
Your Sexual Identity: Lesbian
Her Sexual Identity: Lesbian
My first:
I met my 1st
lover at a group for dykes under 21. We both lived with our parents. She was
out (I wasnÕt) and her mom was very supportive. The first time was in her bed
at her house, her mom down the hall. I loved making out but was terrified of
cunt. I was overwhelmed and didnÕt know what to do- IÕd never had and orgasm
before and didnÕt that night. We muddled through. Kissing was always the best
part. With my next girlfriend, I
finally found my groove.
Name Optional: Not
Given
Date: Not
Given
Your Age: 23
Her Age: 25
Your Sexual Identity: Queer
Her Sexual Identity: Lesbian
My first:
Her house, next morning, her
lover dropped by, left, then I left. I was so happry to finally do it with a
woman! I didnÕt care. I met her at
Ann KongÕs Bleach Bottle Pig Farm Cafˇ, formerly the Tea Spot on San Pablo. I
ran into her later at the Berkeley Bowl and confessed to her that sheÕd been my
first. She exclaimed that this kept happening to her Š Bringing girls out.
Name Optional: Not
Given
Date: August,
2003
Your Age: 43
Her Age: Unknown
Your Sexual Identity: Dyke
Her Sexual Identity: 1 Femme, 2 Dyke BOI, 2 other Femme tops
A favorite:
The time I did a 5 way at
Michigan WomenÕs Music FestivalÉ It was my introduction to the Twilight Zone.
One sexy femme flirted with me and I fisted her while 2 others watched. Then,
they joined in and fisted a dyke boi, but she couldnÕt come cuz she needed a
Butch type to take her, so I did, and the other two too the femme. It was so
hot as I channeled every (canÕt
read) the Mother Earth and Sky right down to her cunt, and she howled with joy!
Name Optional: Hanna
& Maureen
Date: Fall,
2002
Your Age: 21
Her Age: 21
Your Sexual Identity: Really
Gay
Her Sexual Identity: Gay, Gay, Gay
Our First:
Hannah - After late-night
gay chalking on campus, Maureen came up to my place to talk. We
watched a movie and pretended tojust hang out. Then we made out and fell asleep
holding hands.
Maureen - Hanna was a slow
mover- I was like move in. But no
kissing. I think I took matters
into my own hands at like 2 am. It was the best kiss ever. I think my favorite
anecdote was a year before we got together, where I told my then-boyfriend, we
can stay together, but in a year this girl Hannah is coming back from abroad
and I think weÕre gonna date. 4
years next month.
Name Optional: Orianna
Date: August,
1996
Your Age: 30
Her Age: 26
Your Sexual Identity: "Open"
Her Sexual Identity: Dyke
My First:
And the Toaster Oven Goes ToÉ
I asked her, May I? Just May I have a little window of time and place with you?
I just need to knowÉAm I? Am I É?
She smiled, cut me those gray eyes, and drawled,
SureÉ
Under the pines I began the kissing of her skin, the
soft exploration of her cheeks, her lips, her eyelashes, her neck. I kissed this long lovely woman, from
her head to her toes, from her nipples to her clit. The Lover rose inside me,
moved in confidence, passion generously offered, love gracefully bestowed.
I came again to her warm moist cleft, and paused.
May I? I asked.
Again, the smile. Eyes closed, she simply said, Do
whatever you like.
My Lover Self moved through my lips right on into
her, gently pressing heart and soul into fold and passage, drinking and kissing
her, watching her move and rise and roll, hearing her softly moan and sigh, and
then the beautiful shudders of her pleasure.
My body felt fully alive, content, ecstatic. I gazed
up at the wonder of her openness and the naturalness of making love to another
woman.
In time, she pulled me up to her side. Her eyes lit
and happy, she looked curiously into mine and said, Are you sure that was
your first time?
Name Optional: Orianna
Date: June,
1997
Your Age: 31
Her Age: 30
Your Sexual Identity: Dyke
Her Sexual Identity: Dyke
A Favorite:
The Garnet Red Dress and the Dark Chocolate Cake
I donÕt remember all the details, but I do remember
these:
For the first time in my life, I wore a gown that I
looked so sexual in, I frightened my mother.
I remember I was so excited about this woman coming
over I felt like an electric wire.
I can still see her on my doorstep, dressed all in
black. Big and butch.
I remember her eyes were full of fire.
I donÕt think we had the dinner IÕd prepared. Just
went right on to dessertÉ
Me, on my back on the floor, with the first piece of
that cake right in the hollow of my throat.
Her, coming to me at a pace that was both powerful
and slow. Her teeth. Her tongue. Her mouth.
I remember the eating of that cake. The sharing of more cake. The
forgetting of the cake.
I remember really wanting to be gorgeously fucked,
but still being too shy to say so.
I remember her fucking me gorgeously anyway, with her
eyes, her mouth, her thigh, her thumb and fingers.
I remember a marvelous scent I had never smelled
before that came from deep inside me.
I was so full of her I cried.
Name Optional: Not
Given
Date: 1969
Your Age: 27
Her Age: 25
+/-
Your Sexual Identity Straight
- married
Her Sexual Identity Straight
- married
My First:
The bed between us could have been a state. I lay,
never more awake in my life, one yearning, pulsating urge to touch her. Six
years of waiting, the long bus ride to Atlanta, the interminable visit with her
ex-husband, finally over. Now,
alone, and in the same bed, instead of leaving me tired, I am drained of all
reserve, all restraint, pumped with energy. I reached out to her, or maybe, she
to me. But we came together. All that came before was over. My life began. She
taught me to swim in the ocean, to lie on the sand uncovered, to love.
Name Optional: Not
Given
Date: 1978
Your Age: 36
Her Age: 36
Your Sexual Identity Lesbian
Feminist
Her Sexual Identity Lesbian
Feminist
A favorite:
I was out one morning early for some reason and
decided to go see Sue. She lived in a machine shop behind the house she owned.
I sneaked down the drive way, as quiet as I could be, so not to wake her
tenants. I whispered at her door, edged it open with my foot and stroked Po to
keep him from barking. Sue appeared from within the dark room, frowning,
sleepy. I kissed her and ran my hands down her back, first pulling her to me,
then pushing her against the door frame. She pulled me inside, both of us
rolling against the cool wall till we felt a table that we wrapped ourselves
onto, still kissing, still holding, still exploring, her warm skin against my
morning cold. She suddenly tensed and took my face in her arms, making me catch
her gaze. She gestured to the lump in her bed and in the silence, I heard for
the first time, the in and out sounds of a sleeping woman 20 feet away. I
rested my forehead on Sue=s chest right below her chin and waited for her lead.
We made love, slowly, silently. I was just as quiet going as I had been coming.
Yours? And yours? And hers?