We spotted her sitting alone at the bar, sipping a craft beer while perched on the tall stool. She seemed oblivious to everyone and was reading, or appeared to be reading, a novel. A man dressed in a nice suit approached and spoke to her, appearing to offer to buy her a drink, and left after being politely rebuked. She glanced around, her eyes stopping at our booth for a moment, and returned to her book. I gestured at the...

Maxime, known as Max, waited nervously at the front door of the house after ringing the bell. It was an older two-story home on a tree-lined street, quiet and peaceful, and after closing the front gate of the little fence out front she had stopped and admired the gardens. Beautiful beds of colorful flowers, pots of yellow, red, and purple hanging along the railing of the front porch, and full, leafy trees casting shade th...

The Eros Gallery, one of the top showcases of erotic art and photography, bustled with excitement when the crowds entered. The event was a sell-out, a weekend showing of artistic excellence in honor of JEB, Joan E. Biren, the ground-breaking artist of Lesbian photography. The stark white walls were covered with images, giving the illusion of life and beauty to the otherwise bland space, creating a visual feast. Numerous a...