Lesbian Love

Is it different, lesbian love?

And why is it that at the mention, hint of lesbian love, it’s the sex that’s conjured?

Note to whomever: sex is but one slice of love. Fun? Yes. Important? Yes. The only thing to know about lesbian love? Hardly.


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Allow me to riff as I ponder this. Again the usual disclaimers apply…if you need queer, feminist, LGBT BYOB political … whatever…you will NOT find it here.

Surely, gay people are as multi-dimensional as any straight person, although that can also be read as follows: Surely, gay people are just as smart, just as dumb, just as obsessed, just as interesting, just as wacky, loony, happy, beautiful, ugly, creative, tight-sphinctered, messed up; just as evil, good, mean, and perfect; just as addicted to cookies, drugs, shopping or sex; just as shy and overbearing and abusive and arrogant and common and boring as straight people. Surely.

SIDEBAR And I use these descriptive words deliberately because someone, somewhere in America — and I will not assume it is some straight white guy — has made the writing rounds on the internet saying: do away with adjectives, adverbs and descriptors of all kinds in your writing. Dare I wonder who thinks that writing the 140 characters for Twitter means having to do away with descriptive language? Is it not the same reductionist thinking that gets us gay=sex and therefore that’s all that gay people do or think about.  (Which might be moot: the females of our kind, mostly, can parallel think, so…we can think about sex AND do the laundry AND plan dinner, AND walk the dog, AND sing a song, keeping a beat in the back of our mind while looking at the attractive woman behind the counter and wonder if she would like to come over for some genuine Bombay Chai and other … spices.

But back to love. Is it different, lesbian love?

Yes, in that it is two women. Women express and experience love differently than do men.

No, it is not. Lesbian love is NOT different in that it is two people in relationship with each other. (Let’s just say it’s two for sake of argument. I am not familiar with the polyamory world and cannot speak credibly about it.)

Imagine: two people step out on the platform from different trains. After a time, maybe a minute, these two people decide to hop on a new train together, as in TOGETHER. As in hey, we’re together. Ideally, they got to spend some time before boarding the new train and in that time, got to check out each other’s luggage, aka baggage as well as the state of the shoes, fingernails, and edges of jackets and shirts for signs of anything frayed.

So NOW let’s imagine that these two people are lesbians. We don’t care how they got there: gay from aged three, came out at 30, or by surgical re-assignment to become the woman she is so that she can find the woman she wants. Suffice it to say that they are women in a love relationship.

Are they, by virtue of being women, equals in all things? Emotionally, financially, sexually? Socially? Domestically? Intellectually? Interests? Just because they are women, it might be assumed that there is a sameness, a congruence, an equality and similarity. That assumption is going to bite, people.

All that you can be sure of is that they are women. After that it gets dicey.

Emotionally? Some women are emotional; some can share their emotions and express them in healthy productive ways that grow and deepen the love and relationship. Others are less emotional, or do not share their emotions, or express them in unhealthy and less productive ways that hurt the relationship. Not all women are understanding, nurturing or empathic. Not all women care.

Oh and to those of you who wonder about lesbian love, and think you might give it a try because there aren’t any men around, consider this. Even though women know that other women get PMS and hormonally induced odd behaviours, doesn’t mean we manage it all that well. Two of us? At the same time? Who says we CHOOSE to be gay, exactly?

Sexually? Not all women’s sexual drive or interests are the same, so two women together actually means paying attention and working on keeping that sexual relationship. Some women just fall into bed, expecting that because the parts are the same, that everything else is the same. Well, maybe. And maybe not. In some of the sexual minority communities, sexual interests and practices are discussed and clarified early. In the mainstream lesbian community it’s a rare pair that will talk about their sexuality, desires and fantasies before deciding whether or not to become involved with each other. I think such discussions would help avoid LBD, if indeed there is such a thing.

Just because it’s two women doesn’t mean it has to fall into cuddling after 10 years, or that you need to fight to have wild make-up sex. You can cultivate that deep, intense, emotional, sexual love all along your love path and still be good with each other.

Domestically? Some women cook, clean and are good at it. Others, well, not so much. Some has a strong design aesthetic. Some, decorate with cat hair and do fur. Some like to watch TV, others read books or newspapers. Some will refold the already folded tea towels and wonder why there is a decided chill in the air.

For the inexperienced lesbian, or women who think that EVERYTHING will be great because it’s love between two women, well, yes and no. I think that love is always in process, always a work in progress.  For all love relationships, including lesbians.

Perhaps the difference is the motivation. Mind, heart, body and soul are finally where they all agree they want to be and that, I think, is what makes lesbian and all love and loving relationships, work.

Is lesbian love different?

Yes and no.

About FS

Toronto, Canada. Writing about slices of life, the moments and minor details of which come into awareness or out of imagination and the spaces inbetween. On hiatus from writing anywhere else but here ... at least for now.
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4 Responses to Lesbian Love

  1. Ding! Ding! Ding! Freaky Coincidence Alert! Just yesterday I was discussing the overuse of adjectives and adverbs in writing with a literary agent – our means of communication: twitter! She says they are unneeded – and it’s a good thing you didn’t assume, because she’s neither straight nor male.

    My personal view is that adverbs and adjectives are the spice of writing – in moderation they enhance flavor, in excess they ruin the dish.

    You, darling, have the Perfect Balance. It’s delish.

    I’m not sure I follow you 100%. You say sex is the first thought when lesbian love is mentioned, but for me it’s different. What I typically run into, from both genders, is this:

    “Oh, so you hate men?”

    I don’t know where that comes from. Maybe the extreme feminist movement is too closely associated with lesbianism. The stereotypes are getting so bad – at least in my opinion – that the line is getting blurry. Nowadays I’ve begun to dislike the term lesbian because it seems to carry a political agenda with it, one I don’t always fully agree with. I’ve started to use the terms “gay” (It’s true, I really AM rather jovial most of the time) or “queer” when describing my orientation.

    It’s not about hating men, it’s about loving women. It’s about the desire to share intimate moments with women. Note that when I say intimacy I don’t mean sex – well… I do, but not JUST sex. Intimacy is sharing a bed, a home, a life. Intimacy is being close, not just physically, but mentally as well. I try not to philosophize to deeply because frankly, I don’t give a crap.

    It’s like this:
    When I attempt intimacy with members of the opposite sex, it fizzles out and dies. When it’s the same sex, the adrenaline gets pumping and the sun is brighter, the air is cleaner, and my life feels complete.

    I know what I am, and I find no need for further explanation. I’m content to just…. be.

    P.S.

    How would you react if someone invited you to write for an online magazine?

    • me says:

      Dear Jovial but not too deeply philosophical PrincessK; Thank you. I absolutely LOVE your comments.

      Hmmmm. I suspect that you are — when compared to the average literary agent — have a slight evolutionary advantage: you are genetically predisposed to love and cultivate lilting words and expressions given your Irish heritage, and thank the Goddess for that. If that is not the case, and it is simply part of who you be, well thank the Goddess for that, too. Your spice analogy is perfect.

      Your point is well taken, PK. I have heard of the “you must hate men’ response, in the context of hating sex with men. I suspect the average person doesn’t think of why someone would be gay. For most of us, it is hardly about turning away, disliking or hating men; it is about wanting to be — heart, mind, body and soul — with a woman. I look forward to the day when WHY is not important. Because it isn’t.

      Until that time, when we’re asked, or people say things that are — shall I be kind? — uninformed — we have an opportunity to shatter that stereotype. Geez. Thinking that all lesbians hate men is as bad a stereotype as thinking all Americans are loud, that all black people can sing and dance, that all French people know how to kiss and that all Canadians are nice. Like you, I prefer the word gay, although I swear my orientation is to the sun: too much chlorophyll, perhaps? I think it’s fair to say that our communities are evolving, and the language will too.

      Intimacy is a broad topic, expressed in a myriad of ways, and is delicious, comforting, inciting, Vulcan mind melding and..home.

      Content to just … be sounds like a good landing place.

      As for your PS. I would react well, I think. And politely. 🙂

      • Dearest blogfriend,

        It’s good to hear your reaction would be positive. I recently announced my intent to join a project. The editor would love your sense of humor, I think. Hopefully I’ll be able to convince you to make a contribution? 🙂

      • me says:

        PrincessK; Apologies for my delay in responding to you. Intriguing. A project…? Do tell! 🙂

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