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I had a fine time at the Girl4Girl Pride party last night, mostly. Yes, dancing, cute queer girls, and even a yodeler. I met up with two other women through meetup.com - thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xaotica for the tip - and got to talking. One of them is a very short, very New Jersey woman who rolls her own cigarettes and credibly claims to be a hippie.
Jersey Girl is refreshingly in your face, which one doesn't see much in Seattle. How could I not like her? Eventually, however, she said, "I'm not going to sleep with you. I'm a 'straight' lesbian."
Uh huh. "Do you have any friends who might sleep with me?"
"Uh..."
"How about friends of friends?"
There you have it, folks. There's a term for lesbians who aren't attracted to trans women: straight lesbians. Not only am I queerer than they are; sexual contact with me would make any of them queerer than the rest of them. I'm about three parts amused to one part pissed off by this.
(Before you pity me too much, I should say that my night wasn't frustrating. Yeah, I'm that girl, but I was far from alone in that. Absence of dudes seems to dissolve queer women's inhibitions.)
It turned out that Jersey Girl & I parked very near each other, a couple of blocks away, in the unusually broad alley or nameless street behind the businesses between 1st Ave. S and the port, so we walked together. When we got there, though, my car was the only one there. We got to chill out for half an hour after 1:00 AM while Jersey Girl ascertained that her car had not been towed, but stolen. The SPD came out, took a report, and drove JG home to the outlying parts of Renton, somewhat to my relief. Yeah, I like JG, but that's a long damn way even by my warped east side standards.
On my way home, I took a detour to the south. The Year of the Monkey Asian antique store has gone out of business. How sad. Its sign absolutely must stay where it is, or the Monkey Loft, which is one of my favorite venues for small shows, won't be the Monkey Loft anymore.
xaotica for the tip - and got to talking. One of them is a very short, very New Jersey woman who rolls her own cigarettes and credibly claims to be a hippie.Jersey Girl is refreshingly in your face, which one doesn't see much in Seattle. How could I not like her? Eventually, however, she said, "I'm not going to sleep with you. I'm a 'straight' lesbian."
Uh huh. "Do you have any friends who might sleep with me?"
"Uh..."
"How about friends of friends?"
There you have it, folks. There's a term for lesbians who aren't attracted to trans women: straight lesbians. Not only am I queerer than they are; sexual contact with me would make any of them queerer than the rest of them. I'm about three parts amused to one part pissed off by this.
(Before you pity me too much, I should say that my night wasn't frustrating. Yeah, I'm that girl, but I was far from alone in that. Absence of dudes seems to dissolve queer women's inhibitions.)
It turned out that Jersey Girl & I parked very near each other, a couple of blocks away, in the unusually broad alley or nameless street behind the businesses between 1st Ave. S and the port, so we walked together. When we got there, though, my car was the only one there. We got to chill out for half an hour after 1:00 AM while Jersey Girl ascertained that her car had not been towed, but stolen. The SPD came out, took a report, and drove JG home to the outlying parts of Renton, somewhat to my relief. Yeah, I like JG, but that's a long damn way even by my warped east side standards.
On my way home, I took a detour to the south. The Year of the Monkey Asian antique store has gone out of business. How sad. Its sign absolutely must stay where it is, or the Monkey Loft, which is one of my favorite venues for small shows, won't be the Monkey Loft anymore.
