Sisterhood Stories

Alpha, Kappa, some fucking Greek. Parents pay my freight and want the legacy maintained, so here I am. The sorority house is wall-to-wall pastel taff and privilege. I twist and weave, fending off bubbly exuberance till I spot her. Scuffed leather jacket, skinny tie, Rapinoe hair. Everything me. "Pledging?" "Fuck no. You?" "Let's find a room." I time her cum to the climactic shouts of "Sister's forever!" echoing downstairs...

Her eyes are losing focus. The muscles in their lids are slowly succumbing to the speaker's basso mosquito drone that's painting the hall in warm molasses. Her chin begins its steady descent, as her mind curls away, searching for the voice that beckons her. It is the last seminar on the last night of a long three-day academic/museum collections conference hosted by her university. She had expected to be done and home to h...

As neighbors, Carol, Karen and I regularly met up on weekends during school term and more often during the holidays. We played many games together, and I happily joined in, despite their girly nature; I even played with dolls. Of course, the kids at school found out about this, and I was bullied mercilessly for being a sissy. I tried to explain that no boys were living nearby to play with, but in truth, I didn’t relate to...

Homeward I sail to the shores of Lesbos Sappho is my Siren Once outward bound I faced away And saw not home and comfort My course was plotted by others’ hands To learn the worldly way And seek what others sought before Our nature to betray We did not know the sails we set Were sewn by hands so foreign That we would lose the memory Of lands where we were born And now in foreign lands we laughed We met our sisters old But f...