Lesbian
Quotes – I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian
“Don't
tell anyone at the church this, but I think girls going out with girls is quite
sensible. Imagine not having to do all the housework, and if you found a nice
girl the same size you'd have double the wardrobe and you'd never have to shave
your legs or clean whiskers out of the sink. I don't know why everyone doesn't
do it. Not it's fine, provided you stay that way. It's the changing back to men
that sends you mad.”
―
Toni Jordan, Addition
“All
unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head.
The heat, my weariness, were quite forgotten. Piercing the shadows of the naked
stage was a single shaft of rosy limelight, and in the centre of this there was
a girl: the most marvellous girl - I knew it at once! - that I had ever seen.”
―
Sarah Waters
“Amazing
how eye and skin color come in many shades yet many think sexuality is just gay
or straight.”
―
DaShanne Stokes
“At
any rate, Therese thought, she was happier than she ever had been before. And
why worry about defining everything?”
―
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
“Sure,
I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian or that I am no longer attracted to
women and am straight, or I could even tell you the moon is made of cheese. I
could tell you many things, but the moon will still not be made of cheese, and
I will still not be attracted to men.”
―
Cristina Marrero
“gathering
flowers so very delicate a girl”
―
Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
“I
wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug.”
―
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit
“Beds
are not the right place for reading, watching TV, discussing daily issues or
worrying about the future.
Beds
are only good for two things that always go together:
Sleeping
and pleasure!”
―
Mouloud Benzadi
“I
left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that
her body's print might rest still warm beside my own.
Until
the next day I did not go to bathe, I wore no clothes and did not dress my
hair, for fear I might erase some sweet caress.
That
morning I did not eat, nor yet at dusk, and put no rouge nor powder on my lips,
so that her kiss might cling a little longer.
I
left the shutters closed, and did not open the door, for fear the memory of the
night before might vanish with the wind.”
―
Pierre Louÿs, The Songs of Bilitis
“Our
categories are important. We cannot organize a social life, a political
movement, or our individual identities and desires without them. The fact that
categories invariably leak and can never contain all the relevant
"existing things" does not render them useless, only limited.
Categories like “woman,” “butch,” “lesbian,” or “transsexual” are all
imperfect, historical, temporary, and arbitrary. We use them, and they use us.
We use them to construct meaningful lives, and they mold us into historically specific
forms of personhood. Instead of fighting for immaculate classifications and
impenetrable boundaries, let us strive to maintain a community that understands
diversity as a gift, sees anomalies as precious, and treats all basic
principles with a hefty dose of skepticism.”
―
Gayle Rubin
“I
am not so much fun
Anymore;
Couldn’t
carry the role of ingenue
In a
bucket, you say, laughing.
And
I want to punch you.
I
was never innocent, but
Thanks
to you I know things
I
wish I did not remember.
You
don’t like it
When
I talk to the man myself,
Specifying
quantities and
Give
him the money
Instead
of giving it to you
And
letting you take care of it.
You
keep asking me,
Where’s
the dope?
Until
I finally say,
I
hid it.
The
look you give me is
Pure
bile.
Well,
fuck you.
This
isn’t like Buying somebody a drink.
You
don’t leave your stash out
Where
I might find it.
Finally
I think I’ve made you wait
Long
enough,
So I
get out the little paper envelope
And
hand it to you.
You
are still in charge of
This
part, so you relax.
Performing
your junky ritual with
Your
favorite razor blade, until
I
ask you how to calculate my dose
So I
won’t O.D. when I do this
And
you’re not around.
Then
you really flip.
You
tell me it’s a bad idea
For
me to do this with other people.
**
Was
it such a good idea
For
me to do it with you?
Do
you wait for me to turn up
Once
every three months
So
you can get high?
Is
this our version of that famous
Lesbian
fight about
Nonmonogamy?
Let
me tell you what I don’t like.
I
don’t like it when you
Take
forever to cut up brown powder
And
cook it down and
Suck
it up into the needle
And
measure it, then take
Three
times as much for yourself
AS
you give me.
I
don’t like it when you
Fuck
me
After
you’ve taken the needle
Out
of my arm.
You
talk too much
And
spoil my rush.
All
I really want to do
Is
listen to the tides of blood
Wash
around inside my body
Telling
me everything is
Fine,
fine, fine._
And
I certainly don’t want to
Eat
you or fuck you
Because
it will take forever
To
make you come,
If
you can come at all,
And
by then the smack will have worn off
And
there isn’t any more.
I’m
trying to remember
What
the part is that I do like.
I
think this shit likes me
A
lot more than I like it.
Now
you’re hurt and angry because
I
don’t want to see you again
And
the truth is,
I
would love to see you,
As
long as I knew you were holding.
So
you tell me
Is
this what you want?
I
bet it was what you wanted
All
along.”
―
Patrick Califia
“It
is no wonder lesbians love women.”
―
Gilbert Sorrentino, The Moon in Its Flight
“The
eye of youth is very observant. Youth has its moments of keen intuition, even
normal youth -- but the intuition of those who stand mi-way between the sexes
is so ruthless, so poignant, so deadly, as to be in the nature of an added
scourge...”
―
Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness
“First
time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum
nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man”
―
Alice Walker, The Color Purple
“If
you don't know for sure, then what's the big thing about trying stuff
out?" Jamie said, looking not at me but looking out at that statue, just
like Hennitz.
I
still didn't have any of the right words. "It's more like maybe I do know
and I'm still confused too, at the same time. Does that make sense? I mean,
it's like how you noticed this thing about me tonight, you saw it, or you
already knew it - it's there. But that doesn't mean it's not confusing or
whatever.”
―
Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“Maybe
you can explain to me what is so spectacular about her, because you gay girls
can’t seem to keep your hands off that daffy redhead.”
―
Cassandra Duffy, The Gunfighter and The Gear-Head
