A Girls-Gone-Commando gallery, plus french maids are desired, disabled people are sexy and the sex industry is booming!

“From midday until 2 pm, during the hours of greatest heat, when all are in this condition and the mistress falls asleep on the sofa… all the girls, without one exception, masturbate themselves.”

Did you know that Rilke’s Mom initially raised him as a girl? True story.

“I kinda only care about lesbian poets.”

You really need to know about Dorothy Porter. She was an Australian poet, an out lesbian, and basically awesome.

“You must nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach.”

Once upon a time I hated Sylvia Plath. Now I don’t! How did this happen? The answers lie inside this post…

“I like his poetry because it’s kind of all over the place without being noisy about it.”

“You can’t trust lesbians. You invite them / to your party and they don’t come, / they’re too busy tending vaginal / flowers, hating football, walking their golden / and chocolate labs.”

I don’t want to write my essay, so here’s some Charles Bukowski poems.

In which five of us talk about our favorite poet ever. “Those of us who think we know / the same secrets / are silent together most of the time.”

How could you not be intrigued by a woman who proudly proclaimed, “I live life in the margins of society, and the rules of normal society don’t apply to those who live on the fringe”?

I think that she and her second husband Alexander Hammid, deserve 1944’s Lesbian Couple of the Year Award for their collaboration on “The Private Life of a Cat,”

Mary Oliver writes poetry about nature. Both kinds of nature.

Did you know that Gertrude Stein and Mina Loy were friends? Do you even know who Mina Loy is? I didn’t until about ~5 days ago.

Your late 20s/early 30s are thought by many to mark your Saturn Return, when Saturn circles back around to the placement it was in when you were born, and generally fucks everything up. Here’s how that went for us!

“I used to lie about my age to get deals off the kids’ menu. Like, why would we pay an extra five dollars when we all know I’m about to get chicken tenders and it’s only an appetizer if I’m over twelve??”

“My favorite thing in the world is when people ask if it’s a mood ring so I can say yes.”

We’ve packed and unpacked these items through several apartments, hung them up with care, and regularly touch the sleeves contemplatively although today could be the day. Reader, it’s not going to be the day! The day is not coming. Yet we can’t let go of these garments. Why not!

“I’m adult and I’ve never cried over a haircut before and I don’t usually call my mom when I’m sad or frustrated or mad. She asked to see a photo of it. I sent her one and she asked me if the man hated queers, because this was clearly a hate crime.”