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2. Girl, I wanna take you to a gay bar. Oh, sorry, I can't. Now, I'm all for gay guys to get down in a space of their own (hey, how 70s do I sound today? Or everyday, for that fucking matter?) but whenever I hear the term "aggressive lesbians" I can't help but feel that we are being painted with the same old stereotypical tarbrush. Oh, the lesbians! Give them a pint of lager and THEY GO BESERK. Although some of us do behave badly and if there are dykes down under berating gay men and their sexual practices, shame on you--you've gotten us lumped in with the straights, for fuck's sake. And sure, there was the time![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adastranot was thrown out of an Italian restaurant for demanding too much cheese, but damn it, the woman must have her Parmesian.
3. In Barnes and Nobles this past weekend: My fingertips lightly skim the shiny new titles at the "new fiction" table...except that the new fiction titles are mostly memoirs. Still, after all these years.
Hello. I do not want to read your memoir. I do not want to know about your drunken mommy or your depressed daddy or what your therapist did to your dog or how your mother fed your family of 17 glue paste and spam because she couldn't afford anything else. I want you to brush up against me, I want you to touch my arm and say, hey, wait and crookedly smile at me in such a very disarming and disingenuous fashion that I will have no choice but to stand there, to smile back, and to listen. Tell me a story. Tell me all your pretty lies.
2. Girl, I wanna take you to a gay bar. Oh, sorry, I can't. Now, I'm all for gay guys to get down in a space of their own (hey, how 70s do I sound today? Or everyday, for that fucking matter?) but whenever I hear the term "aggressive lesbians" I can't help but feel that we are being painted with the same old stereotypical tarbrush. Oh, the lesbians! Give them a pint of lager and THEY GO BESERK. Although some of us do behave badly and if there are dykes down under berating gay men and their sexual practices, shame on you--you've gotten us lumped in with the straights, for fuck's sake. And sure, there was the time
adastranot was thrown out of an Italian restaurant for demanding too much cheese, but damn it, the woman must have her Parmesian. 3. In Barnes and Nobles this past weekend: My fingertips lightly skim the shiny new titles at the "new fiction" table...except that the new fiction titles are mostly memoirs. Still, after all these years.
Hello. I do not want to read your memoir. I do not want to know about your drunken mommy or your depressed daddy or what your therapist did to your dog or how your mother fed your family of 17 glue paste and spam because she couldn't afford anything else. I want you to brush up against me, I want you to touch my arm and say, hey, wait and crookedly smile at me in such a very disarming and disingenuous fashion that I will have no choice but to stand there, to smile back, and to listen. Tell me a story. Tell me all your pretty lies.
