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I run the Lesbrary, and I'm also on booktube and goodreads. Check out the Lesbrary Goodreads Project for lists of les/bi/etc books by topic and genre See the Master List of Lesbian & Bi Women Books Recommendations for my favourites! Support Bi & Lesbian Lit and the Lesbrary on Patreon for monthly book giveaways, or buy us a coffee on ko-fi if you're feeling generous! Mostly lesbian lit, always bi-, ace-, aro- and trans-inclusive. Credits
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My mission is to write about the African diaspora. That’s what I’ve done with all my books. And so focusing on 12 black British women was my way of addressing our invisibility and also exploring our heterogeneity. Tipping the Velvet was the first book I read that showed me that books about lesbians could be published to great acclaim. Even now, when I’m not sure of how to write something about lesbian sexuality, or if I’m *afraid* to write something about lesbian sexuality, I pick up this book and read some of it. It shows me, every time, how to be fearless. I once heard a story about a girl who requested something so vile from her paramour that he told her family and they had her hauled off to a sanatorium. I don’t know what deviant pleasure she asked for, though I desperately wish I did. What magical thing could you want so badly they take you away from the known world for wanting it?- Carmen Maria Machado, from “The Husband Stitch”, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories (via soracities)
Why couldn’t I be more like my drums? Drums are strong. You can play them with all your might, yet they’re almost impossible to break. They absorb each blow, but they don’t take it quietly. The harder you hit them, the harder they yell.
Femmes, I love you when your hands shake too much from meds or stress or disability to put on eyeliner, let alone put it on perfectly. I love you when you don’t wear eyeliner. I love you when you are deeply sad, raging, in despair, not ‘pretty,’ in the same sweats for three days or a month, when you smell like sweat and fear and the deep said. I love you when you cough up phlegm. I love you when you scream and rage and ache. I love you when you don’t wear those five-inch heels because your feet hurt or because it’s a sexier choice as a disabled femme to wear kicks (like the gold glitter ones I am wearing right now). And I want a community where we can be messy, in pain, hurting, imperfect, and we really know that our genders are still seen and cherished. [T]o open oneself to erotic pleasure means one must also open oneself to experiencing pain. Or the ways in which for many of us, the hardwiring of pleasure and pain are not separate. Only by starting to experience and witness the way pain has set up its own fully-functional operating system within us can we begin to divest from it. Dorothy Allison’s pain in Trash comes on like an ocean. One is submerged by it, washed in it; one cannot deny its force, its depth of feeling. It is erotic, in Lorde’s sense of the word. And with equal depth of feeling is the insistence on joy, on pleasures stolen and freely given, pleasure found where it has no right to be. Dorothy Allison is a writer who shows her ass, who knew she was licked before she even started, and decided to live anyway… . Trash will keep you up late, incite bad behavior, and make you remember your hunger.- Lambda Literary: Revisiting Dorothy Allison’s Trash |
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