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It wasn't easy to see, but you could see it, though more by attitude than coloring, which was very subtle. She glanced at us, wondering what we thought of the comment. "Don't look at us," I said, "we're all wondering the same thing." "Are you all lesbians?" She asked. "Only Lucia," I answered, "but we all appreciate a nicely turned out woman anymore. We've all had sex with women. Reneé is bi, but you definitely look good enough to eat, even to me."

"There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." You don't like sex?" He cut her off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Was he even listening to her? Talking to him was futile. How could he even think she was asexual after their first sex? "Most ladies in the slave quarters are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You and your twin sister need to explore a bit to figure out what you both are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dub-sub in my bed?"

Leah was still blaming Jasmine. "Leah, just once! Don't look at others; look at yourself. All of us who work here are cheap women. There is no such thing as a respectable woman, even though we are in VIP. We are just like them; we can get HIV." Anya sat down weakly. She didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. The point was that she was tired of Leah's attitude, which had changed since Jasmine's arrival.

nothing more. No, Alice preferred to think of herself as an ‘Anne Heche style’ lesbian. Alice suspected there were probably a lot of girls out there like Miss Heche and herself, young ladies who for whatever reason—be it getting burned by abusive shithead boyfriends, or be it angst-laden rebellion, or just being the typical hey, stop what you’re doing and pay attention to me types—decided to try the same sex on for size. She had plenty of friends back in college who’d experimented with gender switching as a fad, because it was the ‘in thing’ to do at the time. Anything to be an outlaw, to not go along with the pack, but they weren’t real lesbians either, only masqueraders; straight, then gay

Harper smiled at me like I’d hung the moon. Jamie snapped their fingers in support. Leah fist pumped. Dani whispered, “Slay.” Then Sienna spoke. “I used to think ‘queer’ fit me better,” she said softly. “But now I think lesbian fits too. Like it doesn’t feel scary anymore.” I nudged her. “Because you have amazing taste in girlfriends.” She snorted so loudly someone dropped a pen. The meeting kept going people sharing stories, tiny wins, and stupid moments. Leah talked about her crush on the girl who works at Smoothie King.