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10:29 a.m. - 2004-10-15
Lynn Cheney, Lesbians, Sopranos....im getting a strange arousal here....

Senator Kerry returned fire with a genuine zinger: "Being lectured by the President on fiscal responsibility is a little bit like Tony Soprano talking to me about law and order."


Cheney: 'Sisters' Gets Outed (April 5, 2004 issue, Newsweek) In 1981, long before her husband was [s]elected vice president, Lynne Cheney wrote "Sisters," a steamy bodice-ripper set in the 19th-century American West, featuring vivid tales of whorehouses, attempted rapes, a suspicious murder and several lesbian love affairs, of which Cheney writes approvingly. The paperback, published in Canada, has been out of print for nearly two decades. Update: (bellaonline.com) "The Canadian publisher was going to issue a second printing [of 'Sisters'] this year, but when the Mrs. got wind of it she called it to a screeching halt."

Excerpts (cited on bellaonline.com) The women who embraced in the wagon were Adam and Eve crossing a dark cathedral stage -- no, Eve and Eve, loving one another as they would not be able to once they ate of the fruit and knew themselves as they truly were. She felt curiously moved, curiously envious of them. She had never to this moment thought Eden a particularly attractive paradise, based as it was on naivet�, but she saw that the women in the cart had a passionate, loving intimacy forever closed to her. How strong it made them. What comfort it gave.

The young woman was heavily powdered, but quite attractive, a curvesome creature, rounded at bosom and cheek. When she smiled, even her teeth seemed puffed and rounded, like tiny ivory pillows.

Let us go away together, away from the anger and imperatives of men. We shall find ourselves a secluded bower where they dare not venture. There will be only the two of us, and we shall linger through long afternoons of sweet retirement. In the evenings I shall read to you while you work your cross-stitch in the firelight. And then we shall go to bed, our bed, my dearest girl.


nEo


"I may not agree with what you say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it... "
Voltaire


 

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