Leslie Feinberg

I was looking at her while she was talking, thinking to myself thatl’m a stranger in this woman’s eyes. She’s looking at me but she doesn’t see me.

It’s OK to breathe, you know.” We laughed real hard, together.

Then I felt her body move closer and we kind of melted together. I discovered all the sweet surprises a femme can give a butch: her hand on the back of my neck, open on my shoulder, or balled up like a fist. The feel of her belly and thighs against mine. Her lips almost touching my ear.

The music stopped and she started to pull away.

I held her hand gently. “Please?” I asked.

“Honey,” she laughed, “you just said the magic word.”

was forever changed.