Sleeping with the Enemy: On Women Dating Women While Still Viewing Them as Competition

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“Keep your top on,” she said.

“Sure,” I said, dropping my arms to my sides and then quickly wrapping them around her waist. And as we kissed, I moved my hands up her torso, feeling her body through her shirt. Her chest had its own topography. Subtle places where she came in. Went out.  » Read more

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Queer, There, Everywhere: Upstaged by Dudes

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“It’s nothing personal, Page,” she says.

We’re sitting in my car. My tiny blue compact, grandma-ed out with a black car bra. Her skin is glowing softly in the parking lot lights flooding into the backseat and just gracing her face.

“What do you mean ‘it’s nothing personal?’” I reply. “You don’t feel the same way about me that I do about you.  » Read more

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