lesbian fantasy – Butterworth Books

My mom would kick your ass, and she’d do it in high heels without breaking a sweat. The butch women she dated would just stand back and not interfere, knowing full well she could take care of herself. That makes it sound like my mom was some kind of bar brawler. She wasn’t, really. She just didn’t take anyone’s shit, and she stood up for anyone she felt deserved better. Even now, she’ll whack someone with her cane if there’s injustice occurring. She taught me to never back down from a fight. When I was being picked on at school by a girl three times my size, and I was leaving campus at lunch to avoid getting beat up, my mom found out. She was…not happy.

Off we went to the principal, who said I should just, “curl up in a ball and wait for help,” should it come down to me getting beat up. I thought my mom was going to crawl over the desk and throttle him. Instead, she stood up and said, “Let me tell you something. If my kid is going down, she’s taking a piece of that girl with her.”

I was given a pass to leave campus at lunch from that point forward.

Weirdly enough, that’s why I write lesbian fiction. I grew up in a lesbian household that was out and proud, and I was surrounded by so many powerful, smart, kick-ass women. It’s easy for me to populate my books with the kinds of heroines that surrounded me all my life. I write for the community I grew up in, for the community I’m part of, and for the community that supports me. I write for the people who don’t have the kind of network I do, who need to see happy endings and groups of friends they just might find themselves one day.

Brey Willows’ story, A Love Letter to My Creations, is in SapphFic Eclectic, volume 5.

We can call it coming out of retirement or shaking off the years-long writer’s block of the century.
Either/Or
TomAto/ToMAHto

So, I did a thing. I wrote a paranormal short story for inclusion into Butterworth Books Sapphic Eclectic Volume 5.
And I appreciate that they have graciously allowed me a reintroduction to the Sapphic Lesfic Community.
The question was posed, what does Lesfic mean to you?
The answer is: Funny, and totally unlike me (sarcasm) I have a story for that!
I came out later in life and had no idea Lesbian Fiction even existed except in snippets of mainstream books.
Which in and of itself is humorous because I am an avid reader. Secret: And those books were all – gasp –
pretty well dog-earred.
It was the first trip I took to the local Barnes & Noble that I happened to come across the section I had never
seen before. I was a kid in a candy store. Not only was I a new lesbian, they had whole books on it! It opened
up a whole new world to me.
Now, before you think I grew up under a rock, ( I grew up in San Francisco – which makes it even more
hilarious) you’d have to know my coming out story. I have it nearly word for word in my debut book, Sometime
Yesterday. Natalie is trying to find a way to tell her mother and best friend that she’s attracted to another
woman. There are a few sentence omissions for space consideration.

“I have something to tell you.”
They both looked at her. “Okay, shoot.”
“I think I’m a lesbian.”
Mary paused for a second and took a sip of her drink. Her mother continued to look at her directly. Neither said
anything.
“Did you hear what I just said?” Natalie raised her voice a little. “I said I’m a lesbian.”
Silence.
“Mom, Mary? Say something.”
“Oh honey,” said her mother. “It took you long enough.”
Mary sipped her wine. “I’ve often wondered. But what brought this on? Is it because of what Jason did to you?”
“What do you mean it took me long enough?” Natalie asked crossly. “I didn’t even think about it until recently.
You’ve often wondered? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
Her mother’s tone was gentle. “Honey, do you remember when you used to watch Lost in Space reruns when
you were growing up? What was that girl’s name again? The middle one, you know, cute, long, dark hair?”
Natalie smiled. “Penny, Her name was Penny.”
“Yes, that’s right, Penny. Do you remember telling me you were going to marry her?”
“Mom,” I was nine.”
“Okay, do you remember the Partridge Family? The oldest sister, Laurie? I seem to remember you having a
crush on her also.”
Natalie knew her face turned bright red. “Mom!”
“Oh, and let’s not forget how you would never miss an episode of Days of Our Lives, with that Hope character,
and – “
“Oh, I’ve got one!” Mary shot her hand in the air. “Pick me, pick me!”
Natalie’s mother pointed obligingly. “Your turn, dear. Go ahead.”
“Nat, do remember all the hair bands? You loved them.”
“Mary, they were men.”
“No, Natalie, they were pretty, pretty boys with lots of hair and they wore makeup.”

Me again: I still love those video’s of those pretty pretty boys – And no wonder I was confused!
My point is that Lesfic opened my world to a new community that I felt a genuine part of. I wasn’t on the
sidelines anymore.
To quote Natalie (loosely) again: “It was like all my life I’d been ordering pizza – when what I really wanted was
chinese food!”
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Yvonne Heidt’s story, Not This Life, is in SappFic Eclectic, Volume 5.

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