by Fairy Cake
SlutWalk London takes place tomorrow, at 1pm, starting at the top of Piccadilly (nearest tube : Hyde Park Corner/Green Park). Although there has been a massive amount of debate surrounding the idea of ‘reclaiming’ the word slut, about 70% of the published articles I’ve read about SlutWalk have completely missed the point.
Oo what’s that you say? You’d like more free stuff? Well look no further as we’re giving away copies of The OWLS and HOOTERS on DVD. For FREE! Isn’t that nice eh. … Continue Reading
I remember the first time I did it. My first ever girlfriend was going down on me and she suddenly shot right up, alarmed. “Oh my god, you just came in my mouth,” she said. I mumbled something like, “yeah of course I did can I pass out now”. … Continue Reading
by Fairy Cake
The internet has arguably had a massive affect on queer dating in the Western World. Where once lezzies could only identify each other with heavily encrypted telegrams, now they are presented with an array of virtual pulling platforms. It is quite possible to evaluate the vital stats of maybe, say, 50 girls of a Tuesday evening, and still have enough energy for a fiddle and an episode of Bad Girls.
by Fish Cake
I had a chat with a friend the other day. In between games of pool and rounds of vodka + tonic, I, in my infinite lesbian wisdom, was asked for advice – girl advice. Well, I said, tell me what you know. Amongst the impressive (?) list he reeled off was one particular gem that caught my ear: ‘…and if a girl puts out on the first date, she’s easy’. … Continue Reading
by the Dokter
*Disclaimer : We have recently been receiving lengthy emails from one anonymous reader, which chart her rather rabid and frightening successful journey as a Turner of Straighties. TMC thought it only responsible to publish said emails, so that the unsuspecting heterosexuals amongst you can defend yourself against this particularly virile type of lesbian. We are appalled. And slightly aroused.*
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by Fairy Cake
My first kiss was an emo. Her name was Lyndsey. She had hair like Belgian Sheepdog and a nose ring. She smelt like a council estate sofa and she didn’t give a fuck about anything except when the next Drive-Thru records compilation was coming out.
by Devil’s Food Cake and Punschkrapfen
There’s an art to a one-night stand, a kind of magic to picking up a stranger in a bar (or wherever) and going home with them for a night of… ahem. They’re not necessarily the nicest of situations, and all too often we’re told that casual sex is a bad thing, the practice of harlots and women with loose morals. But let’s face it: if sex is a good thing (and it is) then there’s nothing wrong with a healthy dose with a one-time partner. If you’re going to do it though, do it right – here’s how. … Continue Reading
by Fairy Cake.
The Millionaires could be accused of a lot of things. The glamorisation of drug taking. The promotion of a brand of misogynistic faux sex-positive feminism. Maybe a few drink driving offences.
by Fairy Cake.
Feel like your procrastination just isn’t gay enough? Hold that feeling, sister. Once again TMC prove a bad influence by leading you down the well-trodden path signposted ‘Wasting Your Time On The Internet’ … Continue Reading
by Fairy Cake
TMC like to think we know our readers quite well.
For example, we know that most of you (apart from those occasional mac-wearing gentlemen who click through to our site hoping to find videos of lesbians wrestling in deserts) are ladies who like ladies. … Continue Reading
by Florentine
Lesbians. You know who you are. But does everyone else?
I don’t think it would be unreasonable to suggest that our particular minority has been barely visible in the media for, well, ever. And while I do feel as though we’re now sitting on the very cusp of change in that respect (lesbian ‘it’ girls in Heat magazine? C’mon, we’ve made it!), there is still a tendency to jump all over anything containing some sort of representation of gay women and dry hump it like an over-excited puppy … Continue Reading
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