Dolly Wilde
@dollywilde.bsky.social
Letters of the only Wilde who loved women
What has been your mood lately? Too tired & busy even to be unfaithful to me?
January 1, 2026 at 2:41 AM
What has been your mood lately? Too tired & busy even to be unfaithful to me?
I have had a very happy summer staying in the country—but London is lonely & depressing & I am longing to get back to family life with you!
December 31, 2025 at 10:41 PM
I have had a very happy summer staying in the country—but London is lonely & depressing & I am longing to get back to family life with you!
but the feature that strikes one is the mouth—a full round mouth, a pretty girl’s mouth in that spinster face. It is so young, young like her skin that is smooth and soft.
December 31, 2025 at 6:41 PM
but the feature that strikes one is the mouth—a full round mouth, a pretty girl’s mouth in that spinster face. It is so young, young like her skin that is smooth and soft.
I am really fond of her, nearly always worried over her, & always touched by her.
December 31, 2025 at 2:41 PM
I am really fond of her, nearly always worried over her, & always touched by her.
How lucky we have all been to have been in love with you—where no duty prevailed, no obligations—only those of love & enjoyment!
December 31, 2025 at 10:41 AM
How lucky we have all been to have been in love with you—where no duty prevailed, no obligations—only those of love & enjoyment!
Feel me with open arms & love your faithful
Dolly
Dolly
December 31, 2025 at 6:42 AM
Feel me with open arms & love your faithful
Dolly
Dolly
What an excellent, flattering mood I’m in darling. I look 20 & feel 16 too. But I’m treading gently lest the desert stretch before me at crossing.
December 31, 2025 at 2:41 AM
What an excellent, flattering mood I’m in darling. I look 20 & feel 16 too. But I’m treading gently lest the desert stretch before me at crossing.
Do you leave my letters on your desk—I fear so. Burn them now. Silly to gather them up eventually & pop them in a clerk’s folder under the letter ‘W’.
December 30, 2025 at 10:41 PM
Do you leave my letters on your desk—I fear so. Burn them now. Silly to gather them up eventually & pop them in a clerk’s folder under the letter ‘W’.
Quarrel with your lover if needs be—be cross, disagreeable, indifferent or cold but always be within love-making distance! Surely this is a lesson never to be un-learnt.
December 30, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Quarrel with your lover if needs be—be cross, disagreeable, indifferent or cold but always be within love-making distance! Surely this is a lesson never to be un-learnt.
I topple her over into unaccustomed channels of thought about herself & so intrigue her that she leaves the young men & sits bewildered on the arm of my chair, waiting like a little dog for a bone! She should be saved—perhaps I will!
December 30, 2025 at 2:41 PM
I topple her over into unaccustomed channels of thought about herself & so intrigue her that she leaves the young men & sits bewildered on the arm of my chair, waiting like a little dog for a bone! She should be saved—perhaps I will!
I died of delight and let my soul rest in those sprays of starry leaves hung in the sky.
December 30, 2025 at 10:41 AM
I died of delight and let my soul rest in those sprays of starry leaves hung in the sky.
Why do I wait? Yet the waiting is sweet & in no way lessens my desire. Will your love outlast this delay?
December 30, 2025 at 6:42 AM
Why do I wait? Yet the waiting is sweet & in no way lessens my desire. Will your love outlast this delay?
You compel my imagination, make turmoil of my thoughts & every night I miss your lover’s attentions—what else is love?
December 30, 2025 at 2:41 AM
You compel my imagination, make turmoil of my thoughts & every night I miss your lover’s attentions—what else is love?
I feel sometimes like a clever man balancing a billiard cue on his nose—one false slip and the cue will topple—fall. I mean my whole life seems just that—no reality and yet this lack of reality passing unnoticed because the trick is so amusing and clever.
December 29, 2025 at 10:42 PM
I feel sometimes like a clever man balancing a billiard cue on his nose—one false slip and the cue will topple—fall. I mean my whole life seems just that—no reality and yet this lack of reality passing unnoticed because the trick is so amusing and clever.
I shall end my days in some strange house, far away—and ease my mid-Victorian heart with memories of the past.
December 29, 2025 at 6:41 PM
I shall end my days in some strange house, far away—and ease my mid-Victorian heart with memories of the past.
What shall I tell you? That I am living with Honey's Mama and Papa in a charming house in London—and once more find delight in 'family life' and her perfect companionship?
December 29, 2025 at 2:41 PM
What shall I tell you? That I am living with Honey's Mama and Papa in a charming house in London—and once more find delight in 'family life' and her perfect companionship?
Where is Romaine’s small hand to comfort me with moody sympathy?
December 29, 2025 at 10:41 AM
Where is Romaine’s small hand to comfort me with moody sympathy?
You are the only serious thing in my life emotionally. I remember in those days feeling as if you over-shadowed me like a great mountain—that at once uplifted me & awed me.
December 29, 2025 at 6:42 AM
You are the only serious thing in my life emotionally. I remember in those days feeling as if you over-shadowed me like a great mountain—that at once uplifted me & awed me.
I am writing in Honey's romantic bedroom with lowered lights, a dreaming fire, and Honey tucked up like a Princess fast asleep! She won't let me write while she is awake, but likes to know I am in the room.
December 29, 2025 at 2:41 AM
I am writing in Honey's romantic bedroom with lowered lights, a dreaming fire, and Honey tucked up like a Princess fast asleep! She won't let me write while she is awake, but likes to know I am in the room.
You seem, amongst a world of strangers, so part of me that feeling you slipping away is like saying goodbye to oneself
December 28, 2025 at 10:41 PM
You seem, amongst a world of strangers, so part of me that feeling you slipping away is like saying goodbye to oneself
and with all my knowledge I possessed you as deeply and as actually as if you had been there . . . that blinding lightening—like possession too swift, too acutely felt
December 28, 2025 at 6:41 PM
and with all my knowledge I possessed you as deeply and as actually as if you had been there . . . that blinding lightening—like possession too swift, too acutely felt
I imagine you asleep so vividly that I must really retire in my imagination in case I wake you.
December 28, 2025 at 2:41 PM
I imagine you asleep so vividly that I must really retire in my imagination in case I wake you.
Mourn for me, dear, tender, heartless paradoxical amazone & mingle your love & regret!
December 28, 2025 at 10:41 AM
Mourn for me, dear, tender, heartless paradoxical amazone & mingle your love & regret!
What are you Natalie darling? I have created you so firmly in my head—or in my heart—that reality is shocking & lacks conviction.
December 28, 2025 at 6:41 AM
What are you Natalie darling? I have created you so firmly in my head—or in my heart—that reality is shocking & lacks conviction.
She has nothing to do with maternal life—is supposed to be a virgin, to have experienced no physical contact even with Orlando.
December 28, 2025 at 2:41 AM
She has nothing to do with maternal life—is supposed to be a virgin, to have experienced no physical contact even with Orlando.