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How do lesbians hook up?
Being a man, I am momentarily interested in the dating rituals of our Sapphic sisters. It might help me improve my own technique of 'grab and fondle'...
It's funny that so far only guys are answering... lol
You should go to a gay bar and ask some lesbians, if you really want to know. Heck, who knows, maybe while you're there, you could get hit on by some gay guys! lmao!

;o)
Is a women's music festival a good place to meet ladies to date?
The UPS lady who stops by my work is a really great gal, and even though I have flirted with her tons, she has always sort of laughed me off. I would really like to meet a woman like her, though; she's a really sensible sort, and a woman with a great sense of humour. I liked her right away the first time I saw her, with her sassy mullet and plaid jacket, bent over the open hood of the UPS truck that had broken down in the parking lot; she had that sucker up and running in fifteen minutes!

Well, since she just doesn't seem to be interested in me, I am hoping maybe to find someone like her, and one day I overheard her on her cell phone in the parking lot of my work, talking with her friend about a women's music festival they are attending in November. When she got off the phone I asked her about it, and she said it is a festival for women that she and her friends will be attending. Well, I thought right away that if there would be ladies there as great as her, I wanted in on it, and asked her if I could go.

She sort of looked away and said that men weren't exactly welcome. I was puzzled by this and asked, "What? You mean men aren't allowed at it?" She said no, that wasn't it, but that there weren't going to be any men there, and she thought I might be uncomfortable with only a bunch of women. Jesus, it sounded like paradise to me! Tons of women, all drinking, rocking to good music, and me the only man in the whole damn place! Talk about the best odds! I'm guaranteed to score!

I begged her to take me, really pleaded, but she said there weren't going to be any performers there I would like; the bill is going to be KD Lang, Melissa Etheridge, The Indigo Girls, Tracy Chapman....well, that lineup did totally suck to me, but all I could think about was the horny women who would be there, craving for a man, so I lied and said I LOVED all those performers. She finally relented and said okay, if I was really a fan, just to please not draw too much attention to myself, and not say anything misogynistic. I'm not sure what that word means; probably just some crazy chick crap, you know how chicks come up with the weirdest stuff. Anyway, I'm in!!!!! I'm going to be in hoochie heaven!!!!!

I have to say, though, this festival has some weird slogans; they are using slogans that say freaky stuff like, "Save the turkeys, eat fish this November at the Womyn's Music Festival SoCal, 2009." What the hell does that mean?! They misspelled "women's" too; talk about some crazy broads! They also have a slogan that says, "Plenty of fish in the sea---dive on in this November!" Geez, probably this festival is sponsored by some weird New Age thing. I think this has to be the case, as the festival is sponsored by "Sapphic Sister Soldiers"; sounds like a coven of some sort.

Anyhow, has anyone been to a festival like this before? What are my chances of scoring with some hot women and what can I expect?

I KNOW all you dudes are totally jealous of me!!!!!
Uhmm I thought you were married I answered a post for you yesterday (my wifes mad at me cause i don't wanna take care of the baby). are you seriously going to cheat on your wife ? Ups chick is gonna know what your in for when shes there ... you should be ashamed
Isn't this poetry beautiful?
Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess

Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade

If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides

And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas

Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul

Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide

Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths

As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds

To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue

And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee

But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....

In an age crucified by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped....

She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure

But Her reign ended swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her pleas

When Her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets

And She postured proud
When Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips
Though She smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured ***** of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins [crimes] garnered Her no respite

Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight

"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"

My soul to Hell for company

BY DANI FILTH OF CRADLE OF FILTH, BATHORY ARIA
It might be if it were not so long and sad...
Snuffed tapers sighed, as death left impressing........?
His crest of cold tears on the Countess

Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade

If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides

And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas

Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul

[II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide

Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths

As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds

To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue

And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee

But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....

[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure

But Her reign ended swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her pleas

When Her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets

And She postured proud
When Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips
Though She smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured ***** of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite

Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight

"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
[Quoted words above are from Hammer Film's "Countess Dracula" (1970). The singer is Imgrid Pitt, the actress who played the role of Elizabeth in that film.]

My soul to Hell for company
*applauds and throws roses at you* beautiful
I'm subject to fits of wild, uncontrollable lesbian lust. Can prayer help me?
I can't help it, I just have wild, lusty passions fill me, drenching me in a wetness of sinful thoughts, and I always give in to them too easily. I can't tell you how many times I've thrown caution to the wind and feasted at a veritable banquet of carnal delights...and all the videos I've posted online are proof of my insatiable appetite for the delights of the flesh.

Many times I've awakened sore and burning, yet still parched with my thirst for heaving woman flesh. Like a tantalizing ripe fruit just out of my reach, I've wanted to pluck, to sink my teeth in, to taste the juicy, sticky sweetness of sin, that sapphic sin that I obey like a slave obeys its master. Every bite, every nibble, every tender little morsel of dark desire only makes me hunger for more. I don't know what to do.

I think that going to church and betting prayed for might be the answer, but then my mind starts to think about the good sisters of the church laying their hands on me, and I grow feverish, and feel blood throb in my veins like wild horses straining at the tether. My mind thinks the most horrible things, imaginings of the sort that pollute my weak heart, thoughts of seduction, of those good church women giving in to this monster of pure lust that drives me on......I feel faint, tense, nervous.....excited......



Can prayer help me?
Maybe, but you'd be better off hitting a couple gay bars or maybe catching a WNBA game.

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