It’s time for me to go all lesbian nude on you again. I’ve decided to make this an annual event, assuming I remember to do it each year. In 2012, my post of lesbian nudes brought my blog traffic sky high for months. Apparently, that post is stuffed way down in a Google search, so I need to revive the theme and win back readers.
Some people may land on my blog post looking for porn and leave disappointed, but you’d be surprised how the lure of the nude lesbian draws them here and yet they find other posts that interest them. Not everyone who looks at porn is a pervert. Some of them really do read as well as look at the pictures. Sometimes tastefully done porn can be a great way to get things started. I’m being purposely vague.
In posting the pics that follow, I attempted to find images that were suggestive and not blatant. I find the suggestion of what might happen more titillating than actually seeing the act in progress. I mean, unless it’s happening in person, and then, of course, I like to see the act as well as participate. TMI. I will move on.
If you’re reading this and don’t like the idea of seeing nudes, maybe this won’t be so bad since it’s not blatant. If you’re reading this and expecting some hard-core porn to show up, go back to your Google search because this isn’t it, but thank you for the hit and for contributing to my blog traffic.
Okay, let’s go down on it, I mean, let’s get down to it. (Oh, that was just a cheap attempt at humor.)
Like it or not, lesbians have been around for a long time, longer than you and me, and longer than The New Testament. Let’s see if mentioning The New Testament in a blog about nude lesbians brings me a whole new reader demographic – the ones who want to fix me. Well, I don’t deny I need fixing, but not because I love women.
Hopefully, you’ve all heard of the lesbian poet Sappho, and the Isle of Lesbos. If not, look it up. Okay, stay here: Sappho was an ancient Greek poet who loved women. I’m sure there were cave women lesbians doing it while their Neanderthal cave-mates were out hunting wild boar, but Sappho is the oldest famous lesbian I know. Lest you be disappointed because Sappho has all her clothes on in the first rendering, and this is an homage to nude lesbians, I give you a second rendering of the Greek lesbian poet or the Greek poet lesbian or the lesbian poet Greek – how you order the words may depend on what’s most important to you.
Here is another rendering of “old-time” lesbians, but I don’t know if this is really an old photo or if this was posed. If you know, let me know. In any case, the point is made again: women have loved women through the ages.
As a white woman, I don’t experience racism. I will tell you, however, I got a taste of it when searching for “artful” or “tasteful” lesbian images of women of color. Mind you, most of what I found was porn of all colors, including white, all geared toward the titillation of men. But I barely have any women of color represented here because I found few that were suitable. Not to go all political on you, but that means that women of color are still portrayed in nudes mainly to serve as the play things of men – and that’s very alarming. By the way, the same holds true of overweight women or women in middle age: you can’t find anything lesbian and artsy (unless you are to buy actual artwork). It’s all trashy and exploitative. I have no overweight women here. Or middle aged women. This, too, is very alarming. You know, it’s 2013, assholes, get a clue.
Aside from the politics of color and weight and age, let’s get back to the fun. The pic called “Kiss” has become iconic in our society. I remember seeing it years ago
and thinking it was hot. Now I see it and think: Geez, look how young and skinny they are.
I think the next one is my favorite. I love the setting, I love the suggestiveness, both the beach and the women are hot. If I were there, I would read Sappho to my date:
I have not had one word from her
by Sappho
Frankly I wish I were dead
When she left, she wept a great deal; she said to me, “This parting must be endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.”
I said, “Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
“If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
“all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
“myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
“while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song…”
–Translated by Mary Barnard
I would have dated Sappho, for sure.
