Read Lynne Cheney's Lesbian Love Story SISTERS Here ----->>>

[Stephanie]

You be the judge. Is Lynne Cheney's novel sexually explicit? Is it about lesbians? And what will we tell the children?

Here's SISTERS in PDF: http://www.whitehouse.org/administration/lynne-cheney-sisters-full.pdf


Lynne Cheney went on Wolf Blitzer today to swiftboat Jim Webb. VIDEO > http://thinkprogress.org/2006/10/27/lynne-cheney-cnn

http://electioncentral.tpmcafe.com/blog/electioncentral/2006/oct/27/va_sen_lynne_cheney_claims_her_steamy_lesbian_novel_isnt_sexually_explicit

Cheney: "Jim Webb is full of baloney. I have never written anything sexually explicit. His novels are full of sexual explicit references to incest, sexually explicit references -- well, you know, I just don't want my grandchildren to turn on the television set."

***

Blitzer: "Here's what the Democratic Party put out today...In 1981, Vice President Dick Cheney's wife, Lynne, wrote a book called "Sisters", which featured a lesbian love affair, brothels and attempted rapes.' ... Is that true?"

Cheney: Nothing explicit. And actually, that is full of lies. It's absolutely not true.

Blitzer: But you did write a book entitled "Sisters."

Cheney: I did write a book entitled "Sisters."

Blitzer: And it did have lesbian characters.

Cheney: No, not necessarily. This description is a lie. I'll stand on that.

Blitzer: There's nothing in there about rape and brothels?

Cheney: Well, Wolf, could we talk about a children's book for a minute?...

Blitzer: This is an opportunity for you to explain on these sensitive issues.

Cheney: I have nothing to explain. Jim Webb has a lot to explain.

Thanks to Www.whitehouse.org we can judge for ourselves. Below, some excerpts. Remember this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between "Wilson" & VP Cheney is purely incidental.















And you can read the rest here:

http://www.whitehouse.org/administration/lynne-cheney-sisters-full.pdf





SISTERS, SISTERS, THERE WERE NEVER MORE DEVOTED SISTERS!

Now, WHOSE grandchildren should not turn on the television set?

[MADem]

1. A white bulldog, eh? What's with all these GOP Santorumesque scenes?

Shit, between Scooter with his 'poke the bear' routine, and Lynne and her growling white bulldog, it seems the GOP has a regular menagerie going on up in there!!

Geez, maybe Jeff "Bulldog" Gannon was inspired by the Opus Lynnie, and got his name from that passage!!

Woof, woof, growl, growl, roar, roar....!!!

[Bullwinkle925]

2. She seems to not have a constructive style of witing. Very boring.

Just from the excerpts, I would not consider reading any of her 'works'. It's amazing how many Repubs are writing 'sleaze' - and not very well, at that.

[Stephanie]

3. Not so amazing - they're so repressed and conflicted.

It has to come out somehow. Actually I'm glad for Lynne that she was able to express her repressed feelings on the page. I'm sorry she has to DENY it afterwards, but there are worse ways to act out.

[Stephanie]

4. Is Lynne Cheny the new Martha Mitchell?

In the video she reminds me of a blonde late-stage Judy Garland. She seems like she's right on the edge.

video - http://thinkprogress.org/2006/10/27/lynne-cheney-cnn

[blitzen]

5. To the menstrual lodge?

She was sitting with her legs bent in inverted V's, and when she leaned
back on her arms to consider her arrangement, Sophie saw that the front of her dress strained
slightly. Her breasts were growing, and Sophie wondered if she had begun to menstruate yet. And if
she had, would she tell her about it? Would her odd matter-of-factness carry over to her own
coming of age?
Sophie remembered when her own flow had begun. She felt obliged to tell her grandmother, had
gone looking for her, not because she wanted to tell her, but because she thought she should. Deer
Woman had been sewing a pair of moccasins when Sophie found her. "The bleeding--it's begun for
me," she blurted out.
Deer Woman put her work down. "My little Sophie--not so little now." She smiled a melancholy
smile. "With my tribe you would go to the 'hunagen' now."
Sophie felt herself tighten inside. Her grandmother meant well, but she was always talking about
things that had nothing to do with Sophie's life. And she had talked about them fondly, when to
Sophie they sounded queer and awful. "I wouldn't go," she said.
"To the menstrual lodge? But why?"

[blitzen]

6. Condom scene here!

p. 37 of the pdf


Adah picked up the lacquered box from the sofa table. Sophie thought it probably contained
cigarettes and Adah meant to have one. She was fond of smoking. But she handed the box to
Sophie. "This is for you."
Sophie opened it, thinking she should thank Adah, but when she saw what was inside, she was
speechless. There were several small sponges, each in a silken net with a string attached. There were
packets marked "Preventive Powders," and lined up in neat rows were several dozen condoms.
"There are all these things, you know," Adah was saying. "But the sheaths are really the best.
Sometimes men don't like them." She stared into space for a moment, seeming to remember
something; then she gave a small shrug. "But since it is they who get us with child, don't you think
they should cooperate?"

[Stephanie]

7. what are you doing, searching keywords?

:rofl:

:hi:

[blitzen]

8. just quickly skimming the pdf file

[blitzen]

9. "Lydia, who are the Ladies of Llangollen?"

"Lydia, who are the
Ladies of Llangollen?" She spoke quickly, wanting to understand more while she still understood a
little.
"They're the ones Miss Willard speaks about. Two women who went off together to a valley in
Wales where they could live together. I don't know how long ago it was, quite a long time, I think.
All kinds of famous people visited them and admired the way they loved one another."
"No one thought their behavior was... scandalous?"
"I seem to remember Miss Willard saying their parents had objected at first, but the strength of their
attachment was so great that finally the parents relented. Wordsworth was one of the notables who
visited them. He even wrote a sonnet about the beauty and purity of their love.
"I don't know the poem. Tell me about it."
"I don't remember the words. It just makes them seem like angels."

[Stephanie]

11. Just don't let them marry each other!

Right Lynne?

[blitzen]

13. i haven't gotten to the end yet...maybe they will get married!

[blitzen]

14. murderous lesbians?

p. 106 pdf

She so much wanted to understand the relationship between Helen and Miss Travers, because
James' words kept echoing through her mind: "I can imagine Helen and Amy having quite a violent
lovers' quarrel." She had dismissed the idea at first, but now she was no longer sure. Did the
attachment between the two women have the potential for violence, even murder?
She shook her head as if to rid it of the thought. She hadn't even established that there had been a
murder. Yet here she was looking for a murderer. It was as though she'd got in the habit of thinking
this way and couldn't stop. Or was it the things she kept discovering about her sister? They took her
so far along the path of the unthinkable that it became a relatively easy matter to imagine Helen had
been pushed down the stairs.

[blitzen]

10. attempted rape here

pdf p. 76

She tried to steel herself, control her revulsion. All her instincts demanded that she fight him, that
she kick, bite, anything to push him away, to get his hands off her. But her mind was moving
rapidly. What would happen if she did? It wouldn't change the outcome, merely delay it and bring
her more pain and injury. She tried drawing within herself to a place he couldn't touch, to a place
from which she could watch him and hate him with a pure and unalloyed hatred.
He kissed her then, full on the lips as before, and he began to fumble with the buttons on the front
of her dress. His breath, the whiskers scratching her face, his filthy hands on her flesh--suddenly it
was too much. No matter the consequences, she could not accept this. "No!" she shouted, breaking
away from him and lunging for the door.
Behind her she heard the dog snarl, and she expected at any moment to feel its teeth pierce her
flesh. As she thew herself through the doorway, she tripped and fell into the dirt. She lay there, eyes
closed, waiting for the dog's fangs, the man's hands.
Instead she heard a loud crash, then a whimpering noise. She opened her eyes and turned to see
Wilson sprawled in the doorway of the cabin. He had fallen somehow, crashing down on Luper. The
animal was pinned beneath his downed master, whining.
At that moment, Baby appeared. "Get outta here, would ya? Just get outta here."
Sophie turned to her dazedly. "What happened? I don't understand."
"I put laudanum in his whiskey. I didn't think it was ever gonna work." She moved to where Wilson
lay and examined his head. "He really cracked himself." She looked at Sophie. "Do you know how
I'll pay for this if he finds out what I done? And he'll guess I done somethin'. I'll pay all right,
especially if he broke somethin' in that dog. If he has to shoot that dog... I told you to leave. Why
didn't you listen to me?"
"I didn't understand."
"Well, you know now, so just get on outta here. Jesus, just go on."
Sophie took a deep breath. "Baby, I came out here because of what you said yesterday. I had to
know about what you said."
Baby looked at her, seeming not to understand.
"You said Helen told you about what James had done to her."
Baby threw her head back and laughed. It was a high, discordant sound. "You mean that's what all
this happened for? If that don't top all. Jesus, if that don't top everything." She looked at Sophie. "So
you wanta know what James done, huh? Mr. Fancypants James? Well, I'll tell you what it was. What
he done is, he raped her." She threw her head back and laughed again, loosing peal after peal of
hysterical laughter to ring wildly out across the prairie.

[blitzen]

12. more condom stuff (pro-condom)

p. 80 pdf

Sophie caught her meaning immediately, indeed, had expected the words. She had often
encountered this idea that no respectable woman would use protective devices. It seemed senseless
to her, but it was, she knew, the way most people believed. Sophie wondered: would she herself
have felt differently if her life had taken another path?
Lydia was watching her, and Sophie sensed hostility in her gaze now. "We're wives and mothers,"
Lydia said. "What is against nature has no place in our lives. We would never do anything
unnatural."
The words had an ironic ring in Sophie's ear, since to her these women seemed caught in a
perversity. In her mind's eye she saw the lacquered box with its sheaths and powders and sponges,
devices which greatly eased the female lot. How could these women condemn them?

[Viva_La_Revolution]

24. pg. 101

steamy intimate letters...


Seriously, I could find better Lesbian erotica on those free stories web sites.

:eyes:

[blitzen]

15. yet even more condom stuff here

p. 112

"Is it possible for you to forget how you think I feel? Don't suppose you have to argue or convince
me. Just explain to me. I saw Alice Lassawell and what childbearing has done to her. I know about
Helen's many miscarriages. These are stories repeated thousands of times, thousands upon
thousands of times. And it doesn't have to be that way. Why do you condemn the devices for
prevention?"
"They're wrong. It's as simple as that."
"But why?"
"They're unnatural."
"But there are so many things 'against nature' that we accept. Like all the clothing we wear. People
aren't born with clothes on."
"But clothes go along with a higher nature. A spiritual one. That's the one I'm talking about. We
aren't animals, and so we cover ourselves."
"Whatever relates to our bodies, then, relates to a lower nature, an animal nature."
Lydia nodded.
"Particularly the sexual act."
Lydia nodded again and looked at Sophie straight on. "Unless it is transfigured by the possibility of
generation."
"And the devices, when they're present, make this transfiguration impossible."

[blitzen]

16. "it's not pleasure for women...'

p. 113

"That's not how women are!" Lydia burst out. "It's not pleasure for women. That's only how men
would like it to be." She paused, then leaned forward and continued, "And it is my perfect right to
be as I am, to be as God meant me to be. Why should I demean myself by pretending I find so
much pleasure in the act that I would seek it as an end in itself? And that's what the devices do.
They don't emancipate. They reduce a woman to the level of a prostitute."
"There are women, then who enjoy--"
"Degraded women, dragged down by men. But they can be brought back to their true nature,
rescued by good women showing them the way."
"And there are no good men?"
"A few. J. H. Stead in England. Anthony Comstock in New York."
Sophie recoiled inwardly. She thought Stead a fool, and Comstock was a dreadful man, absolutely
obsessed with the notion of suppressing vice. He had so harassed Madame Restell, a Fifth Avenue
dispenser of pills and powders, that the poor woman had finally cut her throat.
"But there will be more in due time," Lydia said. "It's a matter of evolution. That's what Frances
Willard says. Women have advanced ahead of men, but men will one day climb to the same level."
"I just... How do you know women have caught the upward curve? How can you be sure that this
progress you see is indeed progress?"
"It just has to be," she declared feelingly. "It has to be." She put her head down and closed her eyes
as if to compose herself. "Let me think how to explain..." She was silent for what seemed to be a
long time; then she nodded her head slowly. "Just before I came here, I visited a friend. Her
husband is... was a railroad fireman. Last week he was run over by a switching engine and mangled
horribly. He can't live, not possibly, but he won't die. He just lies in the hospital and screams and
screams." She looked up at Sophie. "There just has to be more than the pain and dying our bodies
bring us."

[blitzen]

17. "It's a sublime kind of ardor"

p. 115

"Oh, no, of course not!" There was shock in her voice. "These are women. The flame they nurture
has no heat or smoke. It's a sublime kind of ardor."
So that explained why James' female lovers hadn't scandalized. Quite the contrary, society
encouraged such pairings in the belief sex couldn't be involved, not where nice women were
concerned. With women, attachment couldn't be physical, it had to be spiritual and pure. It was
immortal, uplifting, beyond the flesh. "Helen and Amy Travers...?"
"Ah, yes," Lydia answered. "Theirs was one of the most beautiful friendships I've seen."
Sophie was startled to realize she had lived so set apart from other women that she had failed to
recognize a way of bonding together obviously central to many of their lives. But if her experience
had blinded her to some things, it had made her clear-visioned about others. Society as a whole
might conclude that women were sexless creatures, but she knew otherwise. And she also knew that
claiming a relationship was not erotic, thinking it could not be, would not keep it from being so. Oh,
doubtless such convictions dictated limits one could not go beyond without without destroying the
myth. There could be no tearing off one's clothes and lustily hopping into bed, not if one would
preserve the love-religion. But the loving words and the warm embrace were permitted, and the kiss
before sleep, the arousal gentle enough so that its nature would not have be acknowledged.
There were no limits on the emotions which might explode out of such a relationship, however.
Ecstasy, jealousy, rage, all were possible, perhaps even heightened by the dampening of physical
passion. Amy Travers might well have reacted violently when Helen refused to go away with her.
She could have come to the Stevenson home in a fury, found Helen working at her desk on the
landing, and bitterly confronted her. Helen had stood, and they had argued. And Miss Travers had
reached out with those oddly childlike hands to force Helen into understand what she would not
otherwise see. Only, the hands were stronger than Miss Travers had thought, and the beloved more
fragile, and Helen had fallen.

[Stephanie]

19. you are cracking me up

I love the last part, where the lover with the strong hands forces Helen to understand. I hope she doesn't kill her!

[blitzen]

18. lynching and burning some whores and squaws

p. 126


The voices faded away, but what they had said stayed with Sophie. Her mind was muddled with pain
and exhaustion, and she kept hearing their words: "... hangin' that whore... nothin' but a squaw..."
Whores and squaws together. No difference to these men. Whores and squaws, no better than
animals to them, things that could be killed with little compunction. Stupid. She'd been so stupid not
to think how that attitude endangered her.

.........

Then she saw the bodies. They were hanging from a limb bent by their weight until their feet almost
touched the ground. The hanging tree had begun to smolder, but the grass was burning more
quickly, and flames beneath the dangling feet leaped up, and Sophie saw Baby's red dress catch fire.
In the flare and the motion of the flames, she imagined she saw the body move, jerking in a macabre
dance. Then, as though the finale had come, the flames reached the rope around the neck, parted it,
and the body fell to the ground. Baby no more, merely a burning lump of a thing lying alongside
another lump that had once been Zack Wilson.

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20. "And Ruth, yes, Ruth in the Bible" (was a lesbian?)

p. 158

The memory started a train of associations in Sophie’s mind: Tennyson in “The Princess” showing
Psyche and Ida in love; Clarissa, that purest of all pure heroines, who had only one true love, her
friend Miss Howe. And Ruth, yes, Ruth in the Bible. Almost the whole world assumed it was a man
to whom she pledged, “whither thou goest, I will go,” but it was a woman, her mother-in-law,
Naomi.
Sophie sensed someone standing beside her. She looked up and saw Lydia Swerdlow. “I don’t know
how I didn’t see it before,” Sophie said.
“Perhaps you were blinded by thinking women incapable of bonding fast together,” Lydia said.

[blitzen]

21. now that i've finished it, i must say: It's godawful bad

and if I'm not mistaken, the heroine marries the guy who killed her sister...Very edifying, Ms. Cheney. But it could have been worse...She could have been forced to marry the Prince of Darkness--er, I mean Dick Cheney

[Tin Man]

34. Many thanks for providing us w/ the condensed version and a few hoots

...and I gotta agree, that is some of the most tiresome, rigid and banal writing I've ever seen. Thanks for saving us from the torture of reading through the entire stinker ourselves. :)

[Viva_La_Revolution]

37. actually, no, she marries her sisters husband, but he didn't kill her

Paul (who it turns out was her real father) killed Helen, so she wouldn't find out that her mother was also Paul's half sister.

so, it's not just about lesbianism (which seems to get completely dropped in the middle of the "book") but about in the end it is revealed that she only had one grandfather, and her Grandmother was a shared squaw. :eyes:
Lousy writing that's for sure, I tried to stop reading it, but once I start something I have to finish it.

[blitzen]

38. thanks for clarifying...i was speedreading for salacious content

[Viva_La_Revolution]

39. the most 'salacious' stuff was in Helen's letters

when she describes sleeping with her sister's widower, there is no passion in the writing. She's definitely denying something.

[blitzen]

40. the psychological subtext seems to be anger at people like Dick C.

[Viva_La_Revolution]

44. agreed. the male/female relationships are very cold and distant

compared to the female/female relationships.

[DeSwiss]

22. I’ve had my copy for some time….

....I use it whenever I have trouble sleeping. It's a natural sleep aid.

And I particularly liked this Amazon reviewer's comments about her novel...

"It took me half a year to find a copy of this novel. I did so because Elaine Showalter's on-line notice made me think that, perhaps, interestingly, beneath Mrs. Cheney's political stances lurked a more liberal, variously sympathetic soul. I do not think such is the case. The lesbianism in the story, while positively presented, is forced by circumstances so contrived and characters so one dimensional that they undercut any sympathy the author might intend. The presentation of the West is risible. Heterosexual relations in "Sisters" emanate from shallow cruelty and shallow desire. This combination may be a starting point for analyzing Mrs. Cheney; however, the lack of depth means one can go only so far. For me it is not worth the effort. I had hoped to find a more various and complex second lady, or possibly to be entertained by a skein of unconscious and/or hilarious revelations--but all I felt was boredom.

Mmmmm.... her prose conveys boredom? Jeeze, I wonder why?


But there's still time to buy a used First Edition copy at Amazon before the surge in popularity results and the 2nd printing. :eyes: Its now only $282.58, plus shipping and handling. Void where prohibited by law and good taste.

:sarcasm:

[oasis]

23. Yeeck. Lynne is truly a woman made for Dick Cheney.

:puke:

[upi402]

25. yeah, lick Bush and stuff -and not just in '04

Nice wholesome thought crimes there Mrs Cheney.
The duality of these phonies is bottomless.

[The Brethren]

26. little talent for writing,

but a lot of it for backpedaling.

[Little Star]

27. Eve & Eve ?

"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"

So is Lynne saying that this book is not about Lesbian Love?

[electron_blue]

32. LOL! I know, hilarious.

[Marnieworld]

28. I found the vivid description of revulsion of sex with a drunk man

particularly fascinating. I could almost see Cheney, feel his whiskers. Lynn has kissed whiskey breath many a time. :rofl:

[GCP]

49. That's the way I read it

It's like she's describing her first "time" with Dickhead - and she didn't like it one bit!

[The Count]

29. Is the lower Eve on the cover a young Pickles? Hairdo fits!

"I stand on it"????? Like Dick stands on no brainers?:rofl:

[tblue37]

30. I read once the Lynne Cheney wrote an academic paper or thesis or

some sort of policy paper that showed her to be a liberal when she was a young woman. Does anyone here remember reading anything like that? I think a lot of people on the right (like Blackwell, in fact--who was a dashiki-wearing, Afro-sporting Black activist as a college student) were originally liberals, until they found out that it paid better to be right wing. David Brock started off as a liberal before he was Blinded by the Right. (Fortunately, he found his way back.)

[originalpckelly]

31. She probably was, most normal people are liberals...

before she married Cheney she was probably a liberal. I wouldn't even be surprised if Cheney was a liberal at one time. :rofl:

It isn't like these people are monsters or something, though I must say Mrs. Cheney has an odd taste in art. They look like they have cool dogs though (I remember one of them being a Labrador, can remember if the other one was too.)

She is really into modern art. Their house is really quite weird, I'd the US VP's house a large Victorian manor, and Mrs. Cheney has filled with all this weird looking modern art.

Something so old and pretty out to have warm ornate Victorian furniture in it. Some of it is, but most of it isn't.

Your probably wondering how in the hell I know all of this, right?

Well you can too:
http://www.whitehouse.gov/history/life/

She gives a tour of the place.

[tblue37]

35. Don Rumsfeld used to be all about social

welfare when he was in the Nixon White House, and he was against the Vietnam war. Nixon didn't trust him because he felt Rumsfeld wasn't really "on the team."

I do think, though,that once they have sold their souls, they work very hard to persuade themselves that they are doing what they do out of conviction. Most people don't want to think of themselves as evil, so when they do evil things they have to find a way to interepret what they do as being good or at least wise and necessary.

But I also think that one reason such people always seem so angry is that repressing their better nature and doing things they know deep down to be evil takes a real psychological toll. It might even be the reason why so many of them seem borderline insane--or all the way over the border in some cases.

[magellan]

48. "Used to be" liberals -- the mark of the neocon

They're liberals gone to the dark side. Or as they like to say, "liberals mugged by reality". The irony is that it isn't reality that let them down; it's the corruption within government, the very corruption they capitulated to and now help to perpetuate. That's why they're so bitter and extreme. They sold their souls for power and money and that turned them into the conflicted, twisted monsters they are today.

[im10ashus]

33. I saw her Wolf Blitzer interview.

She's a whore.

[goclark]

36. Hope someone sends this to Jon and Wolfie and Keith

Let's put the focus on LYNN since she is busy putting the focus on Webb.

She needs to stay in her glass house and never throw another stone!

[rodeodance]

41. Cheney: "I have nothing to explain. Jim Webb has a lot to explain"

[BurtWorm]

42. Homosexual incest!?!

Sounds interesting.

:think:

[rodeodance]

43. The Allen campaign sent the Webb stuff to Rush et all. I think I sent this

all about. umm.. might be some takers other than Blitz?--or are they all ducking for cover now that the big lady zapped him?

[Stephanie]

45. well it's certainly fair game

if she's going to help swiftboat Webb than it's on the table

[eridani]

46. Plaid Adder had a great analysis awhile back

Maybe it's in her journal.

[tomreedtoon]

47. God, what BATHETIC CRAP!

Argue the lesbian angle all you want, folks. I don't care. Lynne Cheney wouldn't be the only closeted gay person in the Republican Party.

The important part is, from the excerpts, she's a just plain bathetic writer! From www.dictionary.com:

bathetic

adj : effusively or insincerely emotional; "a bathetic novel"; "maudlin expressons of sympathy"; "mushy effusiveness"; "a schmaltzy song"; "sentimental soap operas"; "slushy poetry"

I would rather go to the used book store, pick up a random Harlequin novel, chop it into bits, sautee it in motor oil and cram it down my throat until I die, than read any more of "Sisters."

[Stephanie]

50. kick for Randi!

:hi:

[Stephanie]

51. And a kick for Wolfie!

You're welcome! :)

[TlalocW]

52. MY MIND! MY BEAUTIFUL MIND!

Has now been tarnished forever because I read passages from Lynne Cheney's poor lesbo-smut-o-rama excuse for a book! Can I sue her? Crazy anti-video game lawyer, Jack Thompson, isn't too busy right now. Would he take my case?

TlalocW

[SoCalDem]

53. The lady at the bottom of the cover looks like a young LAURA

[Stephanie]

54. Did Lynne see the future?

Is she a witch? Don't answer that!