Not sure where to post this, but this seems like the place.
I write a blog for my Blood Bowl team on another web forum.
I don't usually write anything that even lightly touches on lesbianism, but this recent piece might. I'm just wondering if there is anything in this that the LGBTW community might find offensive (especially lesbians, but you know, whatever). I understand that a lot of lesbians find "lesbian titillation" in writing and other mediums to be offensive.
Note that at least two of the characters are probably bi, and might engage in sex with other species (although this hasn't been more than implied). Also, I guess this piece unavoidably includes hints of incest.
Here it is:
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"Sisters!" growled Eugenia the Bog Hag, "It is time!"
One by one, the three sisters took their places around the ring of mushrooms, stones, and eldritch sigils and disrobed, revealing all manner of hump, lump, and imperfection to the moon and midnight forest. Eugenia and Aneira's bony green and ivory frames contrasted even more than usual with Gretchen's pendulous bulk, which was riddled with warty splotches of an even deeper hue than the rest of her bruise-colored hide.
They were alone -- even Groxx and Bogger were forbidden to witness the hidden rituals of the Hag's Sabbath, held only one night of the year at a time when the winds of magic blew most favorably for witches' hexing.
And tonight, there were dark hexes to work.
Together, they writhed obscenely and chanted the foul cant of their loathsome kind, words of gibberish and black malice made sound. Limbs both fat and spindly swung and weaved in dissonant harmony as weird tongues of green flame sprang forth from the ground at the circle's center to lick at the spinning shadows of the hag sisters.
Eugenia cackled as her dark, lank locks slapped wetly on her slack and withered bosom, quickening the pace of her mad but methodical prancing. Gretchen bounded from rock to mossy rock, exhibiting a kind of hulking grace as she danced the circle counter to wild-haired Aneira, whose milky eyes appeared to pose no hindrance to her own ability to whirl and gambol. The green flames grew in height and intensity with the crones' chanting and dancing, and embedded within the ritual was an implicit supplication to the dark power of the hags, some unnamed spirit of chaos or worse.
And then, as the flames reached their crescendo and the sisters' gyrations twined their bodies together in lascivious abandon, a sacrifice was made -- a sacrifice of Toadbrew as well as other things whose particulars are best left unsaid.
Appeased, the sinister force whose aid had been sought gathered itself to do their bidding. Its manifestation sprang simultaneously from the darkness of the wood and the glowing green of the flickering flames, a roiling force of shadow and unnatural light that careened erratically about the sisters and their circle before rising and exploding outward in all directions across the night sky.
Exhausted, the hags collapsed against each other and slumped to the ground, still holding one another's taloned hands.
"It is done," panted Aneira, her cold breath frosting the air above her pale face.
"Aye," gasped Gretchen, the black wires of her hair and thick flab of her body spreading out on the dirt and leaves beneath her. "An' not one moment too soon, neither. I ain't near as spry as I used ta be!"
Eugenia merely laughed in satisfaction and examined the stars above with a gaze that shifted quickly from wondering satiety to cruel calculation. "They should be feeling it right about now!"
And indeed they were. Every soul who had tippled even the slightest sip of Toadbrew in the last day or so was touched by the magic of the hags' patron spirit, it finding even traces of the strange liquor to be swift conduits through which it could easily enter their systems and their psyches.
And as it did, it shut them down, changing their eyes to a featureless lambent green and leaving them just conscious enough to do the bidding of the sisters. Here a blacksmith rose from bed, there a band of brigands ceased their gambling and left their hideout as one, and elsewhere a group of goblin scouts abandoned their subterranean mission to heed the call of a new master. All equipped themselves as quickly and set out as quietly as possible, leaving no word to their loved ones or superiors. Most disappeared into the night and began making their way inexorably to the hags' circle, although none of them had any clear idea of their destination.
Eugenia closed her eyes and grinned toothily as she thought of them -- all of them. No doubt many would fall victim to the dangers inherent in their journey, and others would be restrained by loved ones and other meddling types, but most would make it. With Toadbrew selling the way it was thanks to Girgenti's distribution, it would be enough to assemble an army.
A hag's army.
So, from the lack of response, I'm going to assume that there's nothing offensive about this to any of the GLBTW people who read it.
Good to know.
I suppose your best bet would be to post in The LGBT Gamer Community Thread.
And the weekend is not the best time to post if you're trying to get attention. I would advise avoiding Monday mornings as well.
Nothing wrong with this, that I can see. But I'm also quite strange.
Werebat, I'd second the suggestion to ask in the LGBT Gamers thread. I think you'll get more signal (feedback from people who are actually lesbians, or at least non-straight people) and less noise there.
I didn't see anything sexual. There was some sensuality, with the dancing and all, but nothing that I could see that would be offensive.