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[crimson-femme]

Quim Magazine, Issue 5 (1994)

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[theatheistgirl]

Quim.

That is all.

[campgender]

Quim Issue #5 (1994)

[image description: a cropped image of a magazine in black and white. at the top is the question “how can you be a lesbian and sleep with boys?” echoed by the words “call yourself a lesbian.” below this are answers with different text formatting for different responses. a black and white cartoon in the bottom right corner shows two people in skirts saying “what on earth was that about?” “haven’t a clue.”

the responses read:

I hardly ever actually slept with them. Of course you can and many of us do. Having sex with men is a diversion I allow myself every 6-8 years. They become more exciting by being forbidden.

I am a lesbian because of the people I choose to live my life with. Occasionally fucking a man doesn’t change that.

I don’t, I call myself bisexual.

My lesbianism means that I am only physically, mentally and emotionally attracted to women. Though I have had good one-off sex with men in the past, that’s as far as it goes. As far as sexual relationships go they don’t feature.

The few occasions I have done it I have had no problem dealing with it at all. I know I’m a dyke – and one of the benefits of being a dyke is having the choice and occasion to do what the hell you like. If I want to shag a bloke then I will (if nothing else to remind me why I never really wanted to sleep with them in the first place!)

If I was interested enough to commit myself to getting good sex with men, there’d come a point when I’d call myself bi-sexual. Anything I engage and put myself into is something to be proud of, so I’d be proud to call myself bi-sexual. But I don’t feel proud of what I have ever felt or done with men in bed, so the label doesn’t apply.

Easy. I am a lesbian and I sleep with guys every once in a while. Which I know many dykes do but they’re just too scared to admit thinking that women will see them in a different light. Most dykes get the 7 year itch even when they don’t admit it to themselves.

I can’t see a way of sleeping with a man/men on a regular basis and calling yourself a lesbian.

Easy.

I can fall in love with women in a matter of minutes. I have never fallen for a man in the same way.

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[thedarkmongoose]

finally picked up my copy of conjoined by @stab-of-hunger and i ABSOLUTELY love it! very cool zine with awesome curation. ❤️‍🔥

[feverishmentalstate]

"Why would you wear a lamb skin condom when, for $42.10 and you know the right people, you can fuck the whole lamb?", and other meth fueled ponderings. Part 1

Yes, real question, put to me by a toothless, trembling, skelator-like young....youngish...age androgynous, gentleman, while we were standing in the condom isle of an all night Walmart. He was holding a box of lambskin condoms in one hand, the other hand, unbeknownst to my safe sex loving troll, was vigorously kneading his curiously massive junk.

No! Perv! I wasn't ogling his junk, but when one becomes privy to spectacle, of not everyday origin, one takes a moment to check it out. Not in a "yum giant cock for me" kind of way...absolutely not, but in a "HOLY SHIT!! If this freak gets an erection, hes going to lose consciousness for sure!" kind of way.

Anyway, Walmart, 3:45 am, its Tuesday. Vernan, not his real name, still gripping his wick, turns and looks in my direction. Before I could answer, Vernan, answered himself, kind of. His hand left his cock alone, first time since our moment in time began, and went to his mouth. Well, mouth via nose. What I mean is, Vernan lifted his fingers to his nose, and sniffed them. Then to his mouth to wipe away the spittle that was continuously present on either side of his mouth.

Obviously muscle memory in use, as the hand, upon leaving Vernan's mouth automatically resumed its place gripping his cock. It is this moment that i notice the huge saliva stain on the material of his pants....I also notice his pants have a small padlock holding his pants on, and restricting Vernan from touching his cock, mono o mono. I laughed...

I am nine. Its some made up holiday, and we are hosting, because we lost the drawing, a party for the, OTHER, side of the family. You know the ones: Uncle Bernie/Aunt Bernice, He/she is a spastic transgender, who changes his/her mind every other month. You never know which version of Bern is showing up, Fay, not sure how she is related. She reeks of cat heat spray and....semen! Her favorite past time, "Its so freeing to be eating dick, I mean really choking one down, while my precious pussy is helping with the balls. Little beggars prickly tongue practically removes a mans scrotal skin, and he gets so excited he sprays and sprays.....lovely way to spend a Tuesday evening at church, with the pastor."

Then there was Bill! Back then, in a much more direct time, bill would be considered, and called, a retard. My Mexican uncle Lee Shou, dont ask, said that Bill, "Was so tarded at birth, he had to be fixed and re-traded. Bill had a masturbation lock, made by Mastercock, a little known division of Masterlock.

Long story short, I unlocked Bill. He went up to every family member in attendance, shook their hand and said hi, while simultaneously, vigorously flailing his battered looking cock. When faced with a south paw, Bill, effortlessly switched hands and slapped your palm with the hand, that not seconds before, had been oil rigging his schlong.

The party was over, the only one who seemed to be okay with this was Uncle Bern, he asked if he was blood related to Bill, and offered, no insisted, he give Bill a ride home to the home.

Here I am, some years later, faced with the same choice....lock, or no lock? We are in a family friendly Walmart, Lock boy stands near me and beats his bongo, but through 6 layers of cloth. He looks frustrated....pissed off...evil and, yes, severely retarded. Their never was a choice, Vernan minor was free!

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