What’s Lesbian Hell? Voluptuous girls exchanging kisses on perfumed cushions surrounded by the mingling sounds of pleasure and pain. It’s a land of hot and langorous nights, where dangerously beautiful girls are haunted by desires so feverish their kisses seem to burst into flames.
As you might imagine, I’m a big fan!
But there’s more to this Sapphic netherworld than irresistable girls and decadent caresses. I love the steam rooms, and in my humble opinion the Degradation Workshops and Debauched Burlesque Performances cannot be topped! And once you register at the front desk, a quick text will keep your vice of choice coming to you on silver platters all day and night. What’s not to like?
So if religious extremists want to persist in telling us that we’ll burn in hell, Sublimefemme says, thank you very much! To quote the poet Baudelaire, “[our] religion, like any other, is august,/And love will laugh at Heaven and at Hell!”*
From Charles Baudelaire’s Flowers of Evil
An excerpt from the poem “Lesbos” (translated by William Aggeler)
Which of the gods will dare to be your judge, Lesbos,
And condemn your brow, grown pallid from your labors,
If his golden scales have not weighed the flood
Of tears your streams have poured into the sea?
Which of the gods will dare to be your judge, Lesbos?
What are to us the laws of the just and unjust
Virgins with sublime hearts, honor of these islands;
Your religion, like any other, is august,
And love will laugh at Heaven and at Hell!
What are to us the laws of the just and unjust?