I’ve recently joined Kiki Funch, an alternative lesbian, bi and queer blog for bad bitches like you and us as a blogger. You can check out the website here. Kiki Funch is also on Facebook, so like our page if you’re interested, and follow us on Twitter. We’re just stating out, so stay tuned for some alternative (and funny and sassy and sexy) musings, images and videos on lesbian and queer culture.
I have just started watching the first season of Outlander, a British-American drama series where an ex-Army nurse from the late 1940s travels through time and finds herself in the Scottish highlands in 1743 and in the middle of tensions between Scottish clans men and the British redcoats. So far I am enjoying it. But there are certain elements that don’t sit well with me. But none the less, the lovely costumes and landscapes have given me inspiration to work on my own story ideas – a story I have had for years set in colonial India in the 1790s (I’ve blogged about it before). And yes, like many historical novels, involves a romance, but mine is between two women. Of course I have to have it. I love historic lesbian romances and there is something delicatable about forbidden passions and ladies wearing men’s riding breaches and boots. So with this inspiration I will make sure (setting myself reminders, setting aside a certain evening to write, even jotting thoughts down) that I write something on my story.
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I have been extremely inactive on my blog since October last year. Writing for an online Feminist magazine, making my first forays into learning and performing burlesque, and finally studying science communication at university took my away from my blogs. I’m a bad blogger.
Having been set a blogging assignment as part of my sci com studies has inspired me to write a post after so many inactive months. We have to create a blog and post regularly on a controversial science topic or issue. I have my thinking cap on and have started reading blogs again (I have been rather slack in this department too). Perhaps I will share my newly minted blog here, if permitted. This assignment has got me excited and inspired again!
For the last four months I have been very quiet on the blogging front. Life, work and other projects seemed to take up all my time. But I haven’t stopped writing (even if I have haven’t been blogging). In November I started writing a column – “Queer Perspectives” for the online version of Lip Magazine, an Australian feminist magazine based in Melbourne, Victoria. This has been a wonderful opportunity to hone my writing skills and style. And hopefully my perspective on the world and my experiences have contributed in some way to the body of feminist, female oriented, and queer discourse.
In my first article Talking Sexuality and Relationships with the Golden Oldies, I wrote the positive experiences I have had when discussing sexual orientation and same sex relationships with older people.
Perhaps you can check out Lip Magazine for yourself.
The glimpse of a girl
Glamorous
Sensual
Risqué
On the cover of a men’s magazine
From that moment
My interest stirred
For the Pin-up Girl
Forbidden territory
For a girl like me
If I spied a magazine
Under the arm of a passerby
Or in a newsagent
I would feel a sudden rush
Anticipation
I’d sneak a look
Flick through the pages
Lingering, admiring these women
Something igniting inside me
Changing
One day I found one by accident
I picked it up, kept it
In my room that night
I finally looked at my prize
My heart pounding
Such beauty
I found between the pages
Feminine glory
Dripping with glamour
A feast for the eyes
I began to dream of these women
Their clothes
Their flowing hair
Their sensuous lips
The curves of their bodies
I felt a longing, a desire
I wanted to kiss those lips
And caress those curves
I had an epiphany
Forbidden fruit
Of which I wanted to be a lover
Inspired by my previous post – Archaeology, I was thinking, “should I write a story of archaeological adventure, romance and bygone eras?” Perhaps I will. I started doodling with a drawing of sand dunes and some prose popped into my head – “She came to me from across the sand dunes. A lone figure amongst the vast desert. My heart beat faster. I longed to hold her and show her my finds…….”
