[image description: The cover of Smbitten: A Ladies’ Romance with Teeth by Melanie Gillman, a graphic novel with two women dancing on the cover. One is a black woman in a suit, the other is a fat white women in an adorable dress.]
I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away — I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie — Friends are too dear to sunder, Oh they are far too few, and how soon they will go away where you and I cannot find them, don’t let us forget these things, for their remembrance now will save us many an anguish when it is too late to love them! Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you, none other than you is in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here — and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language — I try to bring you nearer, I chase the weeks away till they are quite departed, and fancy you have come, and I am on my way through the green lane to meet you, and my heart goes scampering so, that I have much ado to bring it back again, and learn it to be patient, till that dear Susie comes.
— Emily Dickinson to Susan Huntington Gilbert Dickinson, her sister-in-law. 1852.
If anyone should tell you that a woman cannot find satisfaction with another woman, I can be your witness to say it isn’t so. We both found our pleasure that afternoon—several times. And in being outside and not covered by a ceiling or blanket, our love seemed almost like a sacrament. And if God had wanted to send His disapproval, He could have send the rain or a stroke of lightning, but instead He sent dragonflies and sparrows.
— The Rebellion of Miss Lucy Ann Lobdell by William Klaber (reviewed at The Lesbrary)