GIRLS WHO SCORE: HOT LESBIAN EROTICA
Possessing an intimate knowledge of what makes writers tick (being one myself) I shouldn’t have been caught off guard when the submissions for this anthology started coming in. See, when the idea for Girls who Score was first conceived, its muse was not an ethereal, willowy goddess with a name like Polyhymnia or Terpsichore, but she was a goddess all the same: The very traditional (and some might say very cliché) sporty dyke.
You may call her by another name, but in my city, in my social circles, that is what she is commonly referred to as. And although the moniker you have applied to her kind may differ, you know her just as well as I do. She was the catcher on your high school’s softball team – the one that you would catch staring at you with a shy smile in your 2nd period biology class. She was the tall, tough basketball player that strutted her way through your college campus – the one whose shorts seemed always about to fall off – and oh, how you wished they would. The long and lean track star, the short and muscular soccer player – their silhouettes are what ran through my head like so many ESPN clips as I thought, “the sporty dyke deserves some credit.”
Because, in real life, she rarely gets the credit she deserves. I hear some WNBA teams are still around, but in my hometown, the Sol only lasted about as long as a relationship built on a one night stand. And although some professional female competitors, such as Olympic athletes and professional golfers, have the option of a career, my cliché girls, my traditional girls, could never make a living playing a sport such as football, basketball, or baseball. In fact, women aren’t even supposed to play baseball – they play softball.
Even though they may not get a lot of action on the field after high school and college, they always manage to see a lot of action off the field. Because female athletes have an easy confidence about them, a natural nonchalance, and usually a killer bod, that draws all kinds of women to them – straight, lesbian, bisexual, curious, questioning, you name it.
Alas, as I delved into the nature (and killer bod) of the sporty dyke, I somehow managed to get lost in my thoughts. What was I talking about? Oh yes, writers. As I was saying, when I started receiving stories about yoga instructors and roller derby enthusiasts, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Women are competitive by nature, whether they play sports or games. Women play hard and love harder. They don’t just score – they keep track. So as I read story after story of complex, intriguing women engaging in all kinds of, ahem, contact sports, I realized that girls who score aren’t always playing ball, so to speak. After all, scuba divers and gym bunnies are in fact athletes, and writers are very…creative. Yes — creative and inspiring.
So inspiring in fact, that “Lucky Number Three,” Beth Wylde’s story about a hockey player who gives her all during the championship game – both on the ice and in the locker room — reminded me of the fact that women even played hockey (I chalk my lapse in memory to the fact that I live in a tropical climate where hockey is just an afterthought).
Sinclair Sexsmith, who has forever redefined the term “gym bunny” for me, knocked my calf-length tube socks off with “A Good Workout.” Not only does the story involve a pairing that I find both rare and almost unbearably hot, but the description of their “workout” lingers long after you turn the last page.
“Give and Go” by Anna Watson really hits home with its realism. I have always been fond of Watson’s work, but this story particularly touched me because I can sympathize with the main character about how hard it is to find the time to fuck your wife between running errands, running children, and running away from deadlines (be they work or otherwise). “Give and Go” also touches on the sobering (and titillating) reality of being a lone dyke in a locker room full of naked, “straight” girls.
The characters in Kiki DeLovely’s story, “Facing the Music,” don’t have to worry about kids, chores, or any of that mundane nonsense. They can (and do) get it on just about any time, anywhere. JT Langdon’s “Boot Camp” reminds us that a little motivation goes a long way and the characters in Delilah Devlin’s “Playing the Field” are so devilishly endearing, that I wish I could call upon some Disney magic to turn them into real live girls.
“Hail Mary” by Shanna Germain, resonates with me because it serves as the standard by which all “serious” erotica should be judged. Erotica can take many forms, from the purely entertaining fluff piece designed to push you over the edge to the poignant literary masterpiece that also contains some smoldering sex scenes. The only common denominator is (or should be) eroticism. There needs to be some sweet sex, some scandalous sexual tension – something sexy somewhere in the story. And although I love whimsical, entertaining erotica, I get an electrical charge out of reading a really great story that happens to have sex in it. “Hail Mary” is that story.
Although some of the stories in this anthology are not what I was expecting when I started on this journey, they’re all stories that alternatingly moved me or made me laugh. And perhaps more importantly, they all made me feel the need to “hit the showers.”