Voices from the Well

The story of my journey across the world collecting stories from women who love women




When I ask Anya about the process of discovering her sexuality she laughs, “there was absolutely no reason for me to concentrate on such a minor thing in life as, who exactly am I attracted to sexually…who cares?!” And as she describes her life – her upbringing in a Siberian village under Soviet rule, the murder of her father when she was 10, the collapse of the Soviet Union as she came of age and her subsequent emigration to Australia where she became a young single mother – it is easy to understand why. Continue reading “Anya”


“As soon as I realised I was attracted to women, I identified as a lesbian” says Sarah, a native Queenslander who grew up in and around the state capital Brisbane. Although it wasn’t until her early twenties that she became fully aware she liked women, for the past 17 years she has been out and proud. Continue reading “Sarah”


I meet Lisa at a cafe on Sydney’s Oxford Street, which is appropriate I guess since it’s across the road from some of the bars and clubs where we’ve shared many a night out with our hockey team. Lisa and I first met on the hockey field four years ago and, although I consider us to be good friends, I realised on my way to meet her that I really don’t know that much about her life before we met. Continue reading “Lisa”

The Second Voice

Full disclosure – the beautiful, brave woman who agreed to be by first interviewee is in fact my partner. I could indulge myself here and talk of my fears about my first interview and how scared I was – if she hadn’t generously agreed to be my first I might never have conducted a single interview – but this is her story and the fear I felt pales in comparison to the journey she had the courage to share with me. Continue reading “The Second Voice”

The First Voice

This is the story of my journey across the world collecting stories from women who love women. Being in fact a project manager and not a writer or collector of stories, I don’t have the remotest idea of exactly how I will go about doing this, and the thought alone is terrifying. But I didn’t think that was a good enough reason not to do it, so here goes… Continue reading “The First Voice”

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