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Coming out of the Queer Closet
by Nedhera Landers

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A Response to Alix Dobkin's article "Queer & Present Danger"
by De-Anna Alba
Living Deliberately
by Mowani Carter
The Queering of Femininity
by Susan Craigie

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by Dr. Lipstick
Wealth
by Ms. Moneygrrl
Sex
by SexySuzi
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by Fran Fatale
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by Christine
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by Daddy Rhon

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PILLOW TALK
With Wicked Suzi

(continued, page 3)

Many of them thought of themselves, and wanted ME to think of them, as very masculine beings, even to the point of trying to convince us both that I was "giving him a blow-job" instead of what we both knew I was really doing. That pretense only goes so far, and after a while the novelty wore off. I've only met one person, out of all those I've been with, who had what it took to actually carry this off.

Where were the "guys" I wanted? Did they even exist any longer? Or were they gone with the winds of the fifties? I wanted a DADDY Butch… one who had that Look, that Walk, that Stance… that Swagger. One who had that knowing look in her eyes as she watched me from across a crowded bar and seemed to know just exactly what I was thinking. I wanted to feel her IN me.

I wanted to look into her eyes, rake my nails down her back, feel the intensity and the passion and the build up and then watch the explosion happen for both of us!

It's not that I don't like oral sex, in fact, I love it.. But to me it's the Appetizer before the main course! There's nothing better than to lay back on a huge pile of pillows and stretch your arms above your head and slowly open yourself up to your love… to watch her eyes feast on your body… watch that glow in her eyes become a flame… watch it burn hot and then hotter until you can feel that heat on your skin… watch her immerse herself in the taste of you and the feel of you and the smell of you… until it's you who is out of control and she finally, slowly moves up your body and your eyes meet and you nearly lose it in that incredible moment when she first enters you.

Whether it's with her strap on or her hands, there's nothing like it, and in my opinion, nothing compares to this kind of sex.

I love the idea that I can make her crazy with some new sexy lingerie that I've bought just to wear for her…{I remember the androdykes used to say they preferred plain white cotton... SIGH}…and when I put on my high heels and do a sexy little strip tease I can see how wild she gets, how much she wants me. It's totally exhilarating and so terrifically exciting!

I can only Thank Goodness for the Computer and the Internet… It has enabled me to connect with the types of people I used to wish for, and now I have actually found them!

I suppose I'd have to say that in the past few years, not only have I come to accept my own desires but to Celebrate them, knowing that there most definitely ARE butches out there who Love Pillow Queens, and actively seek them out!

So if you are like me… and have wondered these many years "Where have all the good ones gone?"... Take Heart. They DO exist, and it is our job to drive as many of them as possible, completely delirious with desire!

What are you waiting for?

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