“And no matter what closet we were thrown in, up what river we were sold for an embarrassment, or worse, traded for a bottle of gin-- we’d carry on in playful stitches, friends ‘til the end…which came sooner than wished.” LoveFriendshipKissingHeartbreakGirlsDollsDiscardedForsakenPlayfulBottle Of GinTomboy LoveTwo Of A KindLesbian PoemSold Up The River Book:Of My Maiden Smoking Source: Of My Maiden Smoking
“Murphy glanced longingly at the junk food stalls. “Do you think the fried Mars bar truck will be here?” “You’re such a guy.” Leeda readjusted the garment bag she was carrying, trying to keep it steady over one shoulder. “I like my guy-like qualities,” Tomboy Love Book:The Secrets of Peaches Source: The Secrets of Peaches