Pillow Talk II: More Lesbian Stories Between the Covers

Pillow Talk

by Lesléa Newman (Editor)

An Excerpt Uncommon Janitors in Lust by Lisa Gonzales I swear the fucking mop handle would do. Every night for the last two weeks, we've shown up around 7:15, and the little hot mami I lust after is still in her cubicle working hard for her money. Working so hard to keep her skirt and top still closet-fresh and her hair newly primped and fragranced. She drives me crazy and makes me so horny when she goes through her drawn-out motion to say hello. It's a slow pan to the right and then the left, and then her dimples start to form a smile, but first she completes the head lift, directs her dark brown eyes, and then bam! She shoots me a flirtatious grin. Last Wednesday I thought I saw her curve her smile as if she were saying "ooouuuh." She looks like the girl in the Doritos commercial, like Hope from Days of Our Lives . Need I say more? The other lesbian janitor thinks I'm imagining all this shit. But a girl knows when there is a vibe going. I definitely do. Oh, and I definitely want to do her. I have this fantasy about meeting her in her boss's office and telling her how much I want her, and then gently setting her on her boss's desk to begin the feast and eat her sweet shrimp sushi slowly, tail and all. Man, I can't wait. "Stop your fucking daydreaming, Marie, and help me with the trash," says Evy. "Hey, man, look at her breasts. It's gotta happen. Maybe I should go talk to her." "We've got two more buildings to clean tonight, and I want to go home and get laid too, so hurry up." Evy starts to laugh, then continues, "Look, you're fucking making me horny too, damn it. Well, go see if she's even a little interested--I doubt it, though. But don't take too long. I mean, be back here quick, man." "I wonder if she likes poetry," I say softly, staring at the voluptuous woman. "Dude, don't even start your shit. You always do that when you meet someone. Poems, candy, teddy bears. Girls don't want that anymore. They fucking want you to have a car and an apartment and pay their bills. Lesbian expectations are getting more and more like straight women's." "Ah, save the drama for your mama! I'm going in." "Fine, I'll meet you on the second floor. I'll give you some pri-va-cy," Evy sa

Genres: Fiction

304 pages, Paperback

First published July 1, 2000

About the author

Lesléa Newman (born 1955, Brooklyn, NY) is the author of over 50 books including Heather Has Two Mommies, A Letter To Harvey Milk, Writing From The Heart, In Every Laugh a Tear, The Femme Mystique, Still Life with Buddy, Fat Chance and Out of the Closet and Nothing to Wear.
She has received many literary awards including Poetry Fellowships from the Massachusetts Artists Fellowship Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts, the Highlights for Children Fiction Writing Award, the James Baldwin Award for Cultural Achievement, and two Pushcart Prize Nominations.
Nine of her books have been Lambda Literary Award finalists.
Ms. Newman wrote Heather Has Two Mommies, the first children's book to portray lesbian families in a positive way, and has followed up this pioneering work with several more children's books on lesbian and gay families: Gloria Goes To Gay Pride, Belinda's Bouquet, Too Far Away to Touch, and Saturday Is Pattyday.
She is also the author of many books for adults that deal with lesbian identity, Jewish identity and the intersection and collision between the two. Other topics Ms. Newman explores include AIDS, eating disorders, butch/femme relationships and sexual abuse. Her award-winning short story, A Letter To Harvey Milk has been made into a film and adapted for the stage.
In addition to being an author, Ms. Newman is a popular guest lecturer, and has spoken on college campuses across the country including Harvard University, Yale University, the University of Oregon, Bryn Mawr College, Smith College and the University of Judaism. From 2005-2009, Lesléa was a faculty member of the Stonecoast MFA program at the University of Southern Maine. Currently, she is the Poet Laureate of Northampton, MA.

Reviews

[Summer · Rating 3 out of 5]

This book was given to me by accident, it was titled similarly to a far more innocent book of poetry, but I decided to read it anyway for fun. As someone who does not read smut or even that much romance for that matter, this book was wild ride to say the least. There were some more sweet short stories but most were highly detailed sexual rendezvous that made me clutch my pearls it if I had any. Still, it was an amusing chance to get out of my reading comfort zone and was nice to read some queer literature about loving women.