Traditional Inuit Throat-Singing: A Lesbian Holiday Romance Short
Sarah’s the kind of girlfriend who holds
her cards close to her chest. If Rusidan really wants to get married, she’ll
have to get used to feeling shut out.
When the city hosts a Celebration of the Arctic and Sarah runs into
girls from her hometown, she’s forced to confront her past in a surprisingly
direct way. Rusidan’s confused. Why is Sarah picking fights with people she’s
never even mentioned before? What could
they possibly have done to incur such wrath?
Will Sarah finally open up to Rusidan, or will their sensual spin on
traditional Inuit throat-singing allow them to communicate without words?
Word Count: 4,500
Excerpt:
If ever
you have the opportunity to witness first-hand the magnificent spectacle that
is Inuit throat-singing, don’t pass it by. There is nothing on this planet so
cosmically beautiful. Those are the words that kept running through
Rusidan’s head as she watched the show.
On an outdoor stage stood two young
women with nothing but a microphone between them. Gripping one another, hands
on forearms, they cuddled so close their faces nearly touched. They sang a
capella and needed no accompaniment. One began before the other, producing
a breathy sound. Lower than low, like a sub-sonic pant, the beat of her chant
pushed forward like a freight train. How could a female voice produce tones so
deeply resonant?
Her partner joined in, filling the
gaps. The second starter vocalized at a higher pitch, singing in fleeting,
orgasmic sounds. It was like nothing she’d ever heard in popular music. The
effect was intriguing, transfixing, visceral. It resonated in the core of
Rusidan’s being.
Rhythmic vibrations rumbled her body
like the bass line at a rock concert. Who’d
have thought throat-singing could be such a turn-on? Sexual and
spiritual, it was the sound of divine union.
Those women must have been romantic
partners, Rusidan thought. The way they focused on one another, with their
faces so close they could kiss, gave them away. They rocked one another’s
bodies, pushing and pulling outstretched arms along with the music. They danced
to the very song they created. It was stunning. Beyond stunning. It was
spellbinding.
With a burst of laughter, they broke
away from each other. The second partner giggled, giving the first a playful
push as if to deny their beautiful act had ever taken place. Throat-singing
represented pure female sensuality, to Rusidan. It seemed almost tawdry that
she should witness their show of intimacy.
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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and
contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s
Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance.
Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and
Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in
the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual
cats who sleep on her head.
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