I don’t know how lesbian couples manage it, all those feminine emotions slurping and grinding off of each other in a stew of estrogen, pussy juice, and anxiety.  As much as I love—LOVE—the idea of girl-on-girl action, it’s hard for me to actually fathom their day to day bullshit, the clinginess, the bitchiness, and I won’t even mention the monthly double dose of PMS.

We're really really close, all the time

I know what you’re thinking: Who cares about lesbos when they’re not wrist deep in elastic hole!  Hey, I’m with you.  I’d rather not think about these banalities, but my curiosity, my need for a little context in my masturbation, demands I– (continue reading…)