Status Updates From Dykeversions: Lesbian Short...

“Oh Mary, stop acting like your virginal namesake. L-U-S-T: lust."

LMAO need a friend named mary to say this to

"'And perfect love?'
'Mortal life doesn't leave room for perfected love. After so many quarrels over breakfast, one changes the status of love to something more ordinary, more dependable, than perfection.
Love becomes like a table or bread or milk.' … 'Will you have dinner with me?' [Suzanne then] lifted Wilma's hand and kissed its palm, 'I'd love to have dinner with you.'"

“There is no love in the world anymore. I was chilled by the certainty with which it had been written and was surprised to find myself talking out loud to the wall it was scrawled on. Yes there is. Yes. There must be.”

"She has read more books than I have and remembers more of the lines from them. I, who can usually remember only the plots and seldom the titles or the names of the authors, am repeatedly amazed when this woman can unhesitatingly tell me who wrote what title in which year … and equally amazed when my love can seldom remember any plot for longer than half an hour after she finishes the book."

“I had a dream that night. A dream of transformation, a transformation that would allow me to be yours. In my head is a woman- she is like me, but with none of my faults. She has no name because she does not want my own. She is me, a shining me. It is her I would have you love if I had power over such things; I don’t even have the power to make her stay.”

“Later, over dinner, I pretended I had never told you, and I was sad. We talked about the story I was writing, this story. You wanted to know how it ended, and I said I didn’t know yet. You didn’t ask anything more. Sometimes when I’m sitting across from you I can’t even look at you, the feeling of evasion is so great.”

“We talked about the story I was writing, this story. You wanted to know how it ended, and I said it didn’t. You didn’t ask anything more. We are, after all, great respecters or privacy. Sometimes when I’m sitting across from you I can’t even look at you, the feeling of invasion is so great.”

“I know now that I’d had some warning of it all. But my eyes were clouded with love and I couldn’t see it coming. Times she was so frustrated she ‘could have hit me’ I took as a figure of speech. But the first time her lovely grey eyes grew stoney and the length of her body grew tense beside me I felt fear lodge in my stomach.”