Like Homer, we like our fags flaming and our lesbians lipstick
What a shot, butt-ass fugly bulldyke sara gilbert “comes out” as gay. That’s like obama coming out as a commie-lover.
No one likes a butt fugly bulldyke, or cares what they do, or what they have to say, especially when they are pimping out their dykery as a way promoting another fucking stupid, piece of shit talkshow.
God fucking damn, does one person on earth give a shit Sara Gilbert is a donut-muncher or has a new fucking talkshow?.
*yawn*
Funny how women too fugly to get a decent man become lez. This is so boring. Coming out just doesn’t have much of a kick anymore, especially when you look like a bulldyke already. It’s about like Clay Aiken coming out as gay, yawn yawn yawn.
Half these bitches coming out as gay either I’ve never even heard of until they come out (that country chick, wtf ever she was) or someone like Gilbert whom you haven’t heard of in 10+ years. Who gives a shit if she’s a carpet muncher? I expect at least a certain level of attractiveness and personality in a celeb, even a Z-lister and Gilbert hasn’t got any of either.
In 2020 everyone will come out as gay and everyone will be a celeb (letters D-W still aren’t taken) and everyone will have a fukken talkshow, because they are so f’in’ interesting. Kill me now.
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Room Service Lesbians
Hotel
Marie LeClare
This week docweasel.com presents the another great work of Lesbian Erotica from our resident Sapphic Siren, Marie LeClare
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Editor from LAT, who missed the Villaraigosa scandal, assures us there’s nothing to the Hillary-Huma lesbian tryst story
Its been a heady 24 hours, with visions of luscious lipstick lesbians and a mannish presidential candidate who probably wears less make-up than John Edwards, who’s butcher than Joe Biden and bigger testicles than Dennis Kuchinich (that’s not saying much, I realize) but hold your strap-ons ladies, this fantasy is over.
Mister Buzzkill is here to debunk all our sapphic speculations.
Patterico consults a buddy from the LAT, editor Matt Welch, a super-plugged in super-editor who knows all the beautiful people, is privy to all the insider insideness, and he is here to school us all how hysterically wrong everyone yakkin’ about a sex scandal is. Let’s forget for a second that the LAT record on reporting sex scandals is not very good, and see what he has to say:
Matinee Lesbian with a little slut
Matinee Lesbian Slut
by Marie LeClare
Tina didn’t start out as a lesbian or a slut. She was a normal 14 year old sweet little girl, who had matured early, but after she had her first lesbian experience with a friend of her mothers, she just couldn’t get enough.
She would masturbate every night thinking of the woman who had introduced her to lesbianism, and if her mother was at work, she would rub more frequently.
She enjoyed other things that other girls her age enjoyed, like music, and sports at school, and of course she was a good student, although she lived in a poor section of town, it didn’t seem to bother her.
There was one old rundown movie theatre near her home, that was one step away from being closed as an unsafe structure, but it was cheap, that really didn’t care how old you were for an adult movie, if you had the money you could get in and Tina would go there on Saturday afternoons, because it was never crowded and the lights that were supposed to be on during the movie were always burnt out and never replaced.
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Lesbians in Fact & Fiction
This week docweasel.com takes its usual incisive, brutal, sexist and exploitative look at the discrepency between lesbians in popular culture and lesbians in real life, both in their visual images and in how they are portrayed in erotic literature and how they actually have sex.
Dyke Party
Heather was in a room full of women. Butches were all over the place, wide, narrow, tall, and short. Three butches for every femme, and of course the femmes loved it, and Heather told herself she ought to love it too, but she had real competition here.She had put on lipstick and a dress and heels and told herself what she needed was to be with someone tonight. Not just anyone, but someone who could make her feel good about herself again.
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Sleep-deprived reviewing Al Pacino’s Hangman (2017)
Hangman (2017) Arg. Another artificially contrived murder mystery where they killer has time, finances, intelligence enough insanity to stage multiple complicated murder scenes. As any real cop knows, it’s tough to set up a common garden variety murder without making a million mistakes, this guy does one ever 24 hours in succession and the cops can’t find him, even knowing he’s going to do one with a string of clues left behind. But even that isn’t as contrived as a few other plot points, like Pacino (what’s he doing, that fake Southern accent he thinks he can do?) as an old cop with a younger partner, plus a reporter tagging along as female relief.
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Little Darlings part tres
Little Darlings part 3
by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare
Jan and Prof. Gash prepare to harvest the blood and tissue needed for their revolutionary serum, A9k, which can restore youth, health and sexual prowess to old lesbians. unfortunately for young teen lesbians ensnared in their web, they are going to lose something they find very precious in order to allow Jan and the Prof to keep producing the drug.
Now came the time for the really important material to be harvested. The spreaders held both girls’ thighs apart and gave the Prof full access to their swollen little pussies, juice running freely as Jan tweaked their nipples and kissed each in turn deeply. Marie was the first to approach the exact moment of orgasm the Prof needed so the got between the girl’s legs and just as Marie crested the wave of orgasm with Jan’s fingers pistoning out of her butt and rubbing her G-spot with a single finger, Gash placed her scapel at the extreme base of Marie’s clit and with a single, elegant motion relieved the girl of her teenage clitoris, the center of her sexual being.
Marie came so hard her body convulsed, she screamed and cried and pussy juice shot into the air and landed on her belly, a good cup or ore, running down between her legs and down her asscrack to pool up on the bedcover and soak into her asshole. The Prof. took 3 tiny stitches so that it would leave no scar, and you’d never enen know she had had a clit before this. Since most of the time it had lain hidden under the clit hood, no one but Marie herself and a very intimate lover would be able to tell it was gone.
Little Darlings part deux
Little Darlings part two
by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare
Jan had been living two lives. During the daytime she was a good worker at the mall security office, wearing only conservative clothes that hid the curves beneath, and driving an older Taurus car. With her hair pulled back in a bun and wearing no makeup her modest appearance wouldn’t suggest that underneath that facade was a completely different person.
The different person would appear after the sun went down and Jan became a rich debutante lesbian, driving her sporty BMW convertible, and dancing until dawn with many young attractive lesbian women at the local lesbian nightclub.
The only problem was that Jan was neither rich nor a debutante and couldn’t carry on her lifestyle without more money, and Jan had contrived a way to get a regular supply. She used the talents of another lesbian friend of hers, a molecular scientist from Berkeley, to devise various drugs they used in their enterprise.
The first thing she needed was a way to subdue the young girls she entrapped via her authority as a security officer. That one was easy, because her accomplice, Prof. Lillian Gash, had been working on an Exstacy/opiod drug for quite a while in order to seduce young girls and have her way with them, something for which she had a profound fetish.
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Head Nurse Gives Her Dyke Patient Head
Head Nurse
by Marie LeClare
As some of y’all know I’ve been experiencing health problems for the past few years and have had to spend some time in the hospital.
So it should come as no shock that I was back in the hospital again, but fortunately I had a couple of nurses as friends, sistas if you will, because we’re lesbians.
Although my bud Gina wasn’t working my floor I got to see her every day and asked how I could send an e-mail to my girlfriend so she wouldn’t worry, and Gina said she would do what she could.
It had to be 3 in the morning when Gina ducked into my room to see if I was sleeping, which I wasn’t, and she told me I could use the nurses lounge while her and a friend had some fun.
I couldn’t think who Gina had the hots for because the only nurse on duty was the head nurse Ruth, who I thought was a real bitch. She was about 50, with short gray hair, an athletic figure, and never seemed to smile. Boy was I wrong.
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