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Where Lesbians Come From

It is true that lesbians do not have families; we have pretend family relationships.
We do not have mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters; our sons and daughters do not count at all, having no families within which to rear them.
And our lovers - there's nothing in that but something mocking truth; for you know it's true that lesbians do not have families, like you...

We emerge, instead, complete from some dark shell, beds and beds of us (like oysters, what else would I mean?) sea-born on stormy nights with the wind in a certain quarter.
We rise and wiggle, all slippery and secret, curling and stretching and glad to be alive, untangling our hair from the wind and salt and seaweed.
We steal clothes from washing lines,
and once it's daylight, almost pass for human.

Glowing into warmth in the sun or a hard north wind we lick the salt from our lips, for now. And smile.
We live for a while, in the light,
despite your brutal laws
and your wish that we were not here;
we return to our beds by moonlight
to nurture and foster the sweet salt shells that give birth to our lesbian futures.
And there we plot, in our dark sea beds, the seduction of your daughters.

-Jan Sellers

I really like this one, not sure why. Probably it's the ocean/bed/salt extended metaphor, which is so well used.