Body Politic

I have given this a lot of thought lately, and I have came to a simple conclusion, a womyn's body is her own and there is nothing that can change that. Neo-Conservatives have invaded this hallowed space for centuries, thinking that sexual love is something dirty if a womyn wishes to love another womyn. I have to say to the state stay the hell out of my panties! There I said it. I love womyn of all ages, races, and sizes because I am a lesbian womyn wearing my panties proudly. My lesbian womyn wear their panties proudly too. I love seeing my lesbian ladies in their panties, with their labia's protruding through the fabric, really I do. It is a beautiful thing to see, mmm come to think about it my labia lips are protruding through the fabric of my panties as well, but of course I do wear maxi pads to keep my panties clean, I just got a fresh one this morning and it was a wonderful thing to do for myself. It doesn't matter if I am having my period or not, I am peri-menopausal anyway and my hormones shoot through the roof at times, but what the hell I love my hormones just fine and it will be okay baby girl. 

The Body Politic is just that for us lesbian, bisexual, and transgender ladies, it is our own. It is dangerous to think any other way, because if we allow a bunch of narrow minded people to tell us what we can do, who we choose to love and make love to, or who we choose to be, whether by birth, genetics,or corrective surgery then we have indeed lost our way as womyn. It is equally as dangerous for us to loose our identity as womyn I wrote one time "I am womyn here me roar, hear me shout is from the rooftops and in the public square". It is high time that we as womyn took back our labia's, vagina's, our breast, and may I say our hearts, minds, and souls. What is freedom but to have freedom over our own selves and cease being hand-maidens to the social construct for it is evil and its ends are destructive to us womyn. 

Let me talk a bit about being lesbian, bisexual, or transgender in a society full of testosterone laden commercialized adolescent men. Lets face it ladies a mans only function is to produce sperm for our babies, other than that we are the care-takers of that production until it is time for our children can freely take flight out of the nest we have built for them. Who's business what we choose to do with or for our children? I say it is nobody's business, and furthermore it is none of anyones business how we choose to teach our children the facts of life, whether by teaching them how to touch their bodies for orgasm or to allow them to learn by touching ours. They do need to be taught instead of being raped by the state. It is not incest, it is called Tri-les, the teaching by touching and gaining experience by that touching. Religion has raped our children in believing that it is a sin for them to learn love, passion, and the ways of life from the only ones that truly care about them, their mothers. Are we the ones who changed their diapers as infants, are we the ones who breast-fad them as babies, you cannot get any more intimate than that, besides breast-feeding an infant is the most wonderful expression of a mothers love, passion, and beauty, and I have had womyn tell me they have experienced wonderful orgasms because of the intimacies of breast-feeding their children. Her nipples are the most sensitive during their child-bearing years, and for their children to breast-feed is a sweet relief. She needs Tri-Les during this sensitive time, for one rid her breast of excess milk production, and to bond emotionally and intimately with her children. 

To all my womyn I truly respect, honor, and love you. Our paradise will be ours if we only have faith in ourselves, our community, our friendships, and our loves. Let us keep our panties to ourselves, just between us womyn. It is better that way. xxx kisses

Erica Baker

A Day of Celibration

I was talking with a mother in my room, her name was Jesse and her daughter was Mary. As the conversation continued I sensed that there was something she had been suppressing for quite some time. Jesse, a heterosexual lady in upstate Maine with the typical husband-son-daughter, and a dutiful housewife and mother to her two children probably never thought this day would never come, and Mary as well where the two could free themselves of their inhibitions toward each other and be free to love one another in only a mother and daughter could. Jesse had just arrived back to her home from a shopping trip for the family when her daughter Mary kissed her gingerly, this was not just a normal kiss but one filled with passion and longing for her mother, and her mother's longing for her daughter. As the writer of this experience I was there with them in spirit even though I could not be there physically. Also I was happy to be a guide in this one of the most sacred unions two human beings could ever embark on. Blessed are the ones that find love for they will be the ones that will have the kingdom of heaven, and blessed are the lovemakers for theirs is enternal peace.

The week was over with and the weekend had begun, the family rising from their nights slumber awaiting the activities of that fateful day. This was truly historic in the history of Jesse's family because she knew this would be her and Mary's day of union, just a mother and daughter. Jesse made her preparations for her family just as before, breakfast, laundry and chores with Mary's assistance, for the boys it was to be a boys day out and for the girls it was going to be a girls day in. As the boys prepared for their hunting and fishing trip in the northern woods by the Canadian-USA border, they have been there on numerous occasions and it was there the son not yet 13 bagged his first elk, and caught his first wallie with his father by his side, it became their favorite place for all their father-son activities.

As Jesse and Mary completed their morning chores at the home they both retired to the living room with hot tea in hand. Mary loved her tea with a spot of honey and ginger spice her mother purchased at the local market, the pair was still in their night clothes for it was still early in the morning. Mary was finishing her thesus in molecular physics for her preportory college high school and then she joined her mother on the sofa for some quiet conversation. "Mary", Jesse said to her daughter, remember Wednesday when you kissed me after I came home from the market, that was not a normal kiss, it was a kiss that two lovers would give each other. "Mom", "I know, I know, Mary responded. "I have but two confessions to make to you mother", "first I have been seeing a girl in my English Literature class, her name is Sarah, and mother she is an incredible girl and I love her very much, and second I have always wondered what it could be like to be intimate with you, would it be as wonderful as Erica said it would be or a total disaster. "Mary", "I talked to Erica too and it was her that put us two together, and she seemed to know that this was to happen between us", "I don't know how hun, but she knew", Jesse replied. "Remember when you came home from your French History class at school and saw the computer left open for you on her homepage, it was done on purpose, I wanted you to talk to her as well". "Well mom I did and she explained to me what was going on and she was quite helpful in guiding me as well", Mary said. "I never in my wildest dreams ever thought this day would come, just you and I not just as a parent-child, but as friends and yes lovers", Jesse said to Mary. "I didn't think this would be possible for us either mother, I think I've always wanted to be much closer to you but with classes and everything else in our lives it wasn't the right time for us to be intimate, besides dad and Justin were always around sitting in the living room watching a football game or a NASCAR race, so it didn't leave us very much time to do anything together like this", Mary replied. "Come here Mary", "come closer to me", Jesse pleaded. The shutters in Mary's young body could have been felt all the way into Portland as she heard her mother's pleadings. (As the writer of this post if you are offended by this then please leave, as for me I am not. This is a blessed event in Jesse and Mary's lives that they have waited for many years to occur.) Gerald and Justin are not scheduled to be home until Sunday night for their hunting and fishing trip, I hope they catch the biggest fish ever and bag the biggest elk as well. They took their two Kawasaki four wheelers in the deep woods about three hours from their house.

As Mary comes closer to her mother both knew this was the time they have always waited for. The longing for each others touches, the yearning in their bodies could not wait any longer. For this was the day of their awakening, both personally and sexually, as Jessie took her daughters hand, she guided her daughter into the master bedroom, the same bedroom she gave birth to her so long ago. As Jesse pulled the sheets and comforter down Jesse sat on her bed still holding Mary's hand, "here baby, sit with mother" Jesse cooed to her daughter. As Mary complied with the wishes of her mother Jesse gently guided her daughter onto the bed she was born in. Mary was delivered by Frances a mid-wife, and after the umbilical cord was cut she immediatley was breast fed by her mother for the first time in her yet quite young life. Jesse never forgot that moment when she bonded with her daughter so intimately on that day. Jesse cupped her daughters face in her gentle hands and drew it closer to her own, they paused for a moment looking into each others feminine eyes this time not as mother and daughter but as lovers, Jesse reached over and put some soft music on from the radio station in Bangor, the stations gendre was easy listening, the Bose radio's volume was lowered to a nice quiet volume to set the mood. Jesse drew Mary closer still tentively at first then their lips meshed ever so perfectly, Mary and Jesse's moanings only added to the music playing on the radio. "I have wanted you for so long Mary, my daughter, my friend, my baby girl, my lover" Jesse whispered. "Me too mother, me too", Mary husked. Jesse gently tugged at the strings of Mary's pink camisole allowing her breast to fall free of the silken prison that contained them, Mary's breast were full, ample, and mature for a girl her age, she being only 17 was fully developed, "oh baby", Jesee labored, "your breast are so beautiful, so nice and round, so young but mature". "Please mother kiss them" Mary pleaded, "please suckle them like I suckled your breast when I was but a child". Mary's pleadings did not go unheard as Jesse yielded to her passions for Mary. She cupped Mary's breast in her soft motherly hands taking both nipples into her wanting lips. It was there her nipples became taunt and fully erect and much to both of their surprise Mary began expressing milk, yes the child born only seventeen short years ago now a young womyn began feeding her mother from her essence. Jesse's wetness was beginning to be quite evident to Mary as she placed her hand on the crouch of her mothers red lace panties, the ones that she had purchased for her as a Mothers Day present this past May, it had a matching lace camisole that her mother wore with tap pants that Jesse shed while entering the room. Jesse shuttered under the touches of her daughter for this was the first time she had ever done this, yes the same vagina that birthed her is now the same vagina that she wanted to possess as her own as she felt her own wetness under her own pink lace panties. Jesse and Mary reclined on the bed as Jesse continues to feed from her daughter's breast, Mary's milk was sweet to Jesse, being young milk, not polluted by the ravages of time, but it was a virgin milk. Jesse then began kissing Mary's tummy, exploring every crevice of her young body,"lower mother lower", Mary panted. As Jesse went lower she tugged at the elastic of her daughters panties, slipping her hand between them finding Mary's mound in pure want, Mary's thighs parted allowing her mothers hand full access to her supplenenss. Jesse began fondling her vaginal area feeling the wetness under her undulations parsed but only a short time tugging at them gently pulling them down over Mary's young but maturing hips exposing her femme aroused vulva. Jesse after removing Mary's panties gingerly parted her daughters thighs kissing her inner parts as Mary lie in her mothers bed, higher still Jesse taunting Mary untill she found her clitoris swollen needing release. Mary always kept her mound perfectly shaven and kempt as well as her mother, they were always concerned about their appearence and kept their intimate areas so clean and douched on a regular schedule, I think it was like clock-work, and it is a good thing to do. Well I digress getting back to Mary and Jesse, Jesse places her daughters clitoris in her wanting lips suckling it and tracing the outline of Mary's vagina with her fingers, then she placed one finger into the slippery feminine labia gently thrusting it into her young womb, then her finger retracted and then two, finding her G-Spot massaging it, Jesse then positioned her own vaginal area for Mary's exploration in a perfect 69 postition. They hungrily explored every crevace of one anothers being moaning, crying out for sweet release. Jesse could hear Mary's cooings as she continued suckling and fingering her daughters femme flesh and Mary her mothers. It lasted for an hour or two achieving muliple streams of feminine orgasmic delight, then as their bodies became untwined from their postition they then intertwined yet again in tribaltism their mounds meeting for the first time, gently at first then their untulations became more rhythmic as the music in the background became their cue for passionate thrustings from their hips into each others wetness, crying out, yearning yet for another orgasm. They kept thrusting, kept kneeding each others labias, their clitorises grinding together so perfectly. Their feminine desires became fierce, like two lionesses fighting over the same kill, grinding and thrusting, without ceasing, taking each other ever deeper with each thrusting from their feminine but powerful hips. They had to have each other's bodies pausing only briefly for a soulful kiss they continued thrusting liken to two animals in the throes of heat and passion, then without warning, the two became one in an ogasmic union, never wanting to break their clutches they pulled each other so tight you couldn't put a stick pin between their femme flesh, they thrusted yet one more time, driving their vulvas so deep into one another until their G-Spots were exposed, they stayed locked in their embrace until their special orgasm together was accomplished. When their undulations were complete they fell into each others arms kissing and cuddling fondling each others breast until they fell asleep in each others arms. They spent the rest of the day and into the night coming out for some hot tea and dinner together like a lovers date (becaues it was). As night fell they retired into the bedroom and made love for most of the night never fearing each other ever again for this was their time just Jesse and Mary not as mother and daughter but as lovers and sisters in love. They are my sisters and on this day I was with them in sprirt as thjey fell in love with each other for the first time in their lives and I was there in my heart as they consumated this love, the purest love a mother and daughter could ever have towards one another, it is not only a sexual union, it goes beyond anything physical, or sexual, it goes beyond even family it is spiritual, I love you jesse and Mary, sisters always, lovers and friends. You are my family. Tri-Les is the name of this perfect union, and it will be forever. More to come.

Love and Kisses Jesse and Mary
Your Spirit Sister
Erica