So my hands are a bit sweaty right now. I’m cooking chicken in the oven. And I’m thinking, will anyone really read this? I mean, who the H-3-L-L am I??! I’ve noticed that there are some valid (competition!!) lesbian writers on WordPress. So I thought why not do a little blogging of my own. I frequent all lesbian things. If you don’t know me by now… then you just don’t know me. I’m the lesbian that comes with her posse of lesbian (a few bi and str8 ones) friends. We scope out the crowd: say, “MEH” and drink to ourselves questioning why aren’t there any attractive women. And yes! You who’s reading this can understand. The other night I went to Sugarland. My (ex-leave this explanation for another blog ppl) girlfriend and I about three weeks ago picked up her roommate and gf from Sugarland and they said it was boring. So my impression before we headed there last week was: typical les hangout spot. Three men, one questionable woman, really nice bartender and crappy a$$ music. So now it’s me and my BIG TIME lesbian friend (don’t mention dick around her -eva!) and her (maybe) bi-curious friend and her gay cousin and str8 g friend. Now I love Willyburg. I liked it before it was nicknamed Willyburg, but the venue. If you didn’t know where you were going you would’ve walked RIGHT past it. So n e who: we walk in courtesy of gay cousin who paid our cover charge and I feel I’m in some gay twilight movie. Very high ceiling, gay go-go dancers, and EVERY man dancing like it’s 1999. They sell $3 buds and play all gay music. (Please don’t ask me what that is. If you don’t know, you may not need to know) I had a blast! Minus eye candy it was a lovely night. As usual though, my go-out-everynight personality usually has me bumping into “someone I know.” So this time it was with an old manager who I should’ve known I’d see. Now why is it that gay guys get it? I mean THEY GET IT! They dress up. Put cologne (perfume maybe) on, brush their hair. Button up that button that really should be buttoned. And when they get there, they dance their butts off. They flirt up a storm, they just have a gay ol’ time. But at lesbian spots everyone is taken (so that was me for 2 yrs!); there are soo many labels so the ones that are single aren’t in your preference label(s). I mean it: it’s easier to be str8 than a lesbian. Ugh!
