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What Would Sappho Say?

Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)

This next subject is as universal as the human experience and spreads throughout the world in many different forms, both legal and illegal, friendly and stolen, and in the mere disappearance of one child and unannounced appearance of another – no questions asked. There are so many other on the black market and simply sold children for economic reasons in the poorest of regions and the wealthiest of communities as if a child is a simple commodity, not a living, breathing life. In between there exist the most vilest of the child trade for sex, work and any other whim an entitled person might feel to any other thing on the market place to be bartered over as if it were a trinket in the world’s largest flea market. I grew up an adopted person amidst these images and one pondering what made me so fortunate to get the luck of the draw, ending up with upper, middle-class, phenomenal parents through a Los Angeles Superior Court County Adoption, is a tale of randomness in the extreme.

You would think I started out as any other baby, a full term girl born to a single mother putting her self through college without the luxury of being able to raise me on her own. There was one huge difference keeping this white little baby alive until birth. Roe V. Wade was not legal at the time. Compared to today’s statistics, the chances of a Caucasian baby being born into a white family through a public Superior Court adoption happens quite rarely. Those types of adoptions are usually handled through private adoption agencies where money exchanges hands for expenses and all that it may entail up in the $100,000’s of dollars deemed legitimate baby needs or expenses incurred by the mother for the good of the baby.

So, the line between buying a baby with gifts and services in this country is hidden better in the U.S. with a prettier bow that the poorer countries. Places like China exchange cold, hard cash for infants to the pregnant mothers that need the money to live, breath, and survive since they will be taxed out of affording the child as soon as it is born. You will find no clean and easy answers in the adoption ways across this globe. Horrible conditions exist in orphanages in Russia and Haiti but governments are cashing in with red tape and fees to get the children into good meaning American hands.

You may be ready to insert your opinion based on American values but that would only be your first mistake. The reproductive laws of a nation are strict (quotas), their view on the disabled and selective abortion as an alternative in predetermining sex, as well as many other cultural and societal views of the family unit must be understood before a cultures’ idea of mixed race or similar raced adoptions are even breeched as a subject.

You see, I was born in 1966 prior to the 1973 Landmark Roe V. Wade Decision in an era when the Civil Rights movement was in full swing as the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 had recently been passed and now were attempting to be implemented in the South with hellacious results. It is also of note to remember the Summer of Love was 1967 but that is not to say that free love wasn’t on the up swing well before that. Women’s rights were barely on the radar screen the year I was born and the only option available to my biological mother was adoption – a very different scenario than what is available and utilized by young, white women today. As a feminist, I will always hold the opinion that a women’s right to do with her body as she wishes is paramount but with my own birth the issue becomes a little cloudy. I might not be here had Roe V. Wade been passed just 10 years earlier. I have to say it has given me pause over the years, not for a woman’s right to choice but certainly what I would have done had my slutty boy-toy days had gotten me into any real trouble (another story for a different day).

The question I get asked most that reveals my true non-lineage, is “What is your ethnicity?” Apparently, I have strong features that lead one to believe I am from somewhere and since most have no class and will immediately follow the answer I have to that question, “I don’t know” or “I am adopted”, with some insanely personal question like “Have you found your birth mother yet?” I mean, really? Do you people not know that is an invasion of privacy my own mother would not have the guts to ask me about? I don’t understand the liberties some people take these days with asking complete strangers the most personal of questions.

I developed I defense mechanism for all of this over the years. I stop people at the ethnicity question cold. Since no one ever picks the same place, “Italy”. “Greece”, “The Middle East?”, etc. The reality of it is they aren’t really looking at me too closely and we are in a darkened bar. I have darkish features with hazel green eyes and reddish white skin so it is easy to provoke an argument between them. After a few minutes they forget all about me being adopted and we are on to something else. Thank God for people’s small attention spans these days!!!!

So, I’ve introduced you to one of the layers of who I am. I am adopted. This will become a theme in the days and weeks to come as I have made the decision to jump off the cliff and dive into the search for the woman who birthed me and perhaps the sperm donor as well. This won’t happen anytime soon, so hang in there with me as I go through the trials and tribulations as the information trickles in over the next several months.

Thanks for being there.

Much Love.

Inspired By Sappho’s Muse

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Frankly, I adore your catchy slogan “Adoption, not abortion,” although no one has been able to figure out, even with expert counseling, how to use adoption as a method of birth control, or at what time of the month it is most effective.
Barbara Ehrenreich

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The easiest answer to this question is “Yes.”  And yes, there are probably going to be some complications along the way, but isn’t this the same in just about every relationship – lesbian or heterosexual? All relationships have their little ups and downs, and complications arise all the time, no matter who you are.

If you are a lesbian and are finding yourself falling in love with a bisexual woman, her attraction to men could become a complication. Be sure to keep an open line of communication in case she needs to discuss with you any changing feelings she may be having in regard to her sexuality, as there may come a time when she decides she is not getting what she needs from being in a lesbian relationship, and may want to try dating men again. Openly discussing such feelings before it’s too late may help strengthen your relationship.

Of course, even if she is deeply in love with you, she is always going to be attracted to men, and you need to accept this. It is only natural to be attracted to other people when you are in a relationship, and the same goes for you as well. You are going to be attracted to other women. For both of you, the key is simply not to act on this attraction.

There are going to be other complications as well. For instance, many of her friends and family members will probably question her decision to date you, especially if she has never been involved with another woman. The two of you will have to deal with this together and let everyone know that you are in love and serious about your relationship and your commitment to each other.

As long as you are both in love, you are going to be able to build a good, long-term relationship that will fulfill both of you. Yes, she may be bisexual, but if she truly wants to be with you, heart and soul, you need to trust the fact that she loves you and isn’t going to leave you for a man as if you were just an “experiment”. Bisexual or not, true love is a bond that simply cannot be broken.

–Written by Kaylee Larson, owner of LesbianLoveNow.com. Kaylee’s site features dating, romance, and issue-related videos for lesbians,  along with numerous on-topic articles.

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Age: 23
Location: West Virginia

Question: My girlfriend and I are getting legally married in August, but I’m having problems with dealing with her ex- husband. They have 3 kids together who are ages 17, 18, 21. When we are with the kids they know that we are together but when the ex is around they always talk about family things and things that the family did when they were married and I’m never acknowledged as the girlfriend to the ex-husband. I’m not sure what to think about this and if I should bring it up. I want to be with her but I can’t be the outcast when he is around.

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I’m here today to tell you all that I can tell you about Billy Castro Does The Mission without distracting you from the review. This means I won’t be able to share my honest opinions with you about some things because apparently honest opinions about a product or film are not the stuff of reviews, but in fact the stuff of distractions.

So! Billy Castro Does The Mission is a porno.

It has five scenes.

Scene One:

Billy Castro masturbates alone in a weight room. I have no opinions about masturbation scenes. Billy gets a phone call inviting him to go see a movie. Billy puts on pants and leaves.

Scene Two:

Dylan Ryan steals Billy’s bike and leaves a ransom note. Billy follows Dylan to a strange place and finds her in a hot tub. Billy and Dylan have sex in the hot tub in many positions. Dylan gives Billy a blowjob. Billy uses his fingers, his mouth and his strap on dildo with Dylan. The sex is often rough and there is slapping. Dylan has an orgasm(s).

Scene Three:

Jiz Lee is playing video games. Billy visits Jiz. They play video games. Jiz wins. Billy wrestles with Jiz. They have sex. Billy is energetic with positions. Jiz squirts a lot. The sex is often rough. They are very active and assume many positions. This scene could have been longer.

Scene Four:

Akira Raine is near a U-Haul trying to put a mattress inside. Billy sees Akira and offers to help with the mattress. Billy and Akira take the mattress inside the U-Haul and fuck on it.

Scene Five:

Lorelei Lee is Billy’s girlfriend. Billy comes home. Lorelei has been worried, and is angry at Billy when he cannot explain where he has been. Lorelei punishes Billy. They have sex.

Conclusion:

Some scenes aroused me. Other scenes did not. I would tell you why, but I don’t want to distract anyone from the porn review with my thoughts and reactions to a porn performance. As a matter of fact, I have no opinions about any particular scene in comparison to any other scene. I have no opinions about the interaction of Billy with any other performer. I have no opinions regarding anyone’s actions or the sounds they make or the things they say. To voice an opinion about any performer’s sexual activities in a porn movie might seem overly biased or rude.

So, there you have it! Billy Castro Does The Mission. Available from Good Vibes. You can see the trailer here. The only opinion I will share with you guys is that if you like rough sex, strap on’s, fingering, oral, some slapping, squirting, queerness, hotties, and dirty talk then you’ll find something you like in Billy Castro Does The Mission. Because queer porn is amazing and should never be questioned or criticized. The simple fact that it exists should be enough for anyone.

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Name: Anonymous
Age: 22
Location: N/A

Question: How, as a straight women can I express my interests to a lesbian? I do have a boyfriend.

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What Would Sappho Say?

Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)

With the Royal premiere of Alice in Wonderland this past week I thought I’d bring her into the mix for what I’m sure will bring some jeers from the peanut gallery. And as Alice blindly and without much forethought ran down the rabbit hole into Wonderland (or was it?) so do children born of their parents follow them into the family’s religious fold. It is a predestined plan, one the child has no control over and once indoctrinated will fight to the death for those beliefs as strongly as their parents before them. Religion is really a geography problem easily solved with money when you get right down to it.

If we could wrangle up the low income expectant mothers and offer them relocation, a stipend to raise their child Catholic, and be attached to a certain parish for looking after during the child’s life…… Oh yeah, they already do that. It’s called missionaries. The stipends can be food and better shelter or any other basis need but in return the families are expected to dedicate their lives to Christ.

What of the other religions? Those innocents born from a womb are simply indoctrinated into Islam, Judaism, or whatever the majority of you think is so wrong the same way Christians do it to their own. What part is the evil plan. Where is the devil whispering in someone’s ear when the word hell is only mentioned four times in the New Testament (duplicated in Matthew, Mark, Luke and John) especially when the word was translated from the original text it was not the word “hell” that was being said but the “Jerusalem Dump”, surely a hell on earth. Over translations “hell” was substituted in at someone’s discretion as it has been done so many times over 2000 years.

So as Alice was predestined to fall down the rabbit hole and meet the Mad Hatter, the White and Red Queens, so are the majority of us predestined to our religious beliefs. I find that quite disconcerting. The “if onlys” that would alter your whole faith because it is not based on something you constructed but a gift of birth was enough to drive this woman crazy in my younger years of self-discovery and I still am asking the questions that have no easy answer.

I was adopted and landed my first day of life in the arms of my mother and father who raised me for my entire life. You could say I was a gift or vice versa but the “what ifs” have driven me a bit batty at certain times in my life and since possible answers are out there I have recently decided I do not accept not knowing. Don’t worry gentle readers, you will go on that journey with me as well. Anyways, I have an allegory to being born into religion and complete acceptance, that blind faith, that so many in the religious community have, they cling to it like a safety blanket and throughout time have punished with vengeance those who have tried to take that blanket away and challenge their point of view.

My ancestors, those who challenge the dogma of Christianity, were burned at the stake, drowned, beheaded, sold into galley slavery, shot, gassed, forced to leave their homes, their books burned, their public voices silenced.

All this because some believed in the goodness of humanity on it’s own merits instead of in a Godly universe; in the goodness of human beings; in their possibilities; in human capacity for progress; in the promise and necessity for human freedom.

By believing in all of this we were seen as stripping away the security blanket of the Western World that held that man was steeped in sin, depraved, and helpless and could only be redeemed by pledging alliance to a god-man Jesus Christ.

Again I refer to Alice who said to the Red Queen, “There’s no use trying, one can’t believe in impossible things.” And the Queen replied, “I daresay you haven’t had much practice. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast”.

And that is what the religious do, right? That is what other faiths think about or what each one of you says about the other faiths: ones who believe in impossible things – like a first century rabbi walking on water and rising from the tomb; impossible things like Buddhist-style reincarnation; animating spirits in all objects; the cyclical nature of time; Joseph Smith receiving golden plates from an angel; the host of the Eucharistic Feast turned into the actual body and blood of Christ; eternity in paradise, a bevy of beautiful virgins for suicide bombers, a violence free society where everyone has a gun and so many more…

It’s not just the Queen in Wonderland but all of us that believe in six impossible things before breakfast.

1. In the face of 9/11, Pearl Harbor, The Holocaust, Nagasaki, and Hiroshima, we still believe in the goodness of humanity.

2. In certain face of global warming and severe climate change, we believe in the progress of humanity.

3. When science gives us technology that isolates us from real life, numbs our minds and dumbs down our culture, we still believe in science.

4. When our free church tradition gives us congregations that fuss and feud, lose trust and brutalize one another, we still believe in congregations.

5. In the face of overwhelming evidence of the capacity of humans for all manner of evil, meanness, selfishness, violence, and divisiveness—we still believe in a brighter future brought about by the free agency of human beings.

We might as well fess up and put a sign out front: “Only fools believe in the creative power of free human beings to do good in the world.”

So when you really look into a person you will almost always find faith in something – believing a few impossible things. Those should be the things that bind us together in this human condition as it is in humankind here on this earth where our greatest work is yet to be done whether you believe you journey ends in this place or goes on to the next.

Much Love.

Inspired By Sappho’s Muse

QUOTES OF THE DAY
What if I should fall right through the center of the earth… oh, and come out the other side, where people walk upside down.
Alice, from Alice In Wonderland

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Friedrich Nietzsche

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Location: Lake Charles, Louisiana

Question:How do you make yourself realize that “I am not the love in my lovers heart. She still carries the flame for an ex. Please give me steps to take.

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What Would Sappho Say?

Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)

First, let me just say up front I AM INDEED, a SORE LOSER when the odds don’t seem to have been even going in. I had no huge expectation going in as the winner in the Best New Blog category since I launched at the end of November 2009 giving me hardly three months to collect a following. I have to say it was a shock that I made it into the final three. Once there, however, I came to believe my competition would be other singular blogs as the word in the award is BLOG and that some voters might actually review each if they were not familiar with them before making their pick.  And here I go rocking the boat the week I am the Editor’s Pick of the Week, but as she says, you just can’t predict what I am going to say next!

That hope was dashed pretty quickly as my StatCounter did not reveal any undue rise in visitors during the voting week from the very beginning. This was going to be won by the blog with the highest readership, not the best blog, that was crystal clear. I was fine with that as I was the new kid on the block with only a little over 7000 total hits since my blogs inception. I had no clue how many people were visiting this website, it certainly isn’t any After Ellen or She Wired, great lesbian websites by the way but a decent site for someone just starting out, trying to get their stuff out there and read. The Lesbian Lifestyle is a forum for bloggers to post their work and get exposure to the lesbian community. It is run hands on and intimately by Kelly Leszczynski as the managing editor with TLL Blog Picks and TLL Advice Panel as well as her own pearls of wisdom as any of ours are.

I just cannot believe my own stupidity in thinking something like this would actually be a contest where things would be compared. My bust, literally. No really. That was just plain asinine on my part to think this would turn out to be anything more than a high school popularity contest but to be beaten by a sleeked-out, all service news and entertainment WEBSITE that added blog(s) a few months ago that are serviced by a team of editors and interns capable of flying them all across the country because the site is not new. Autostraddle, the website, has been around for some time and has a well developed following already. The have five departments of paid staff members and an “army of interns” as they call it who run this great site for lesbians. Without further ado, here is Autostraddle. Great, right? Would be a great candidtate for Best Entertainment/Culture Blog but they lost that one. They never should have qualified for Best New Blog. If you guys want to have a contest for websites with blogs on them why not add a category, Best Lesbian Website Featuring Blogs? Wait, that would put The Lesbian Lifestyle on the chopping block for an award now wouldn’t it? The question is, how would they feel up against behemoths like Autostraddle, After Ellen or She Wired? Does TLL think they would win that category and is the answer to that question the reason why a category like that doesn’t exist?

Anyway you slice it I know in my heart of hearts the intent of the Best New Blog category is to give a start up a shot at some recognition for a job well done not give some well-oiled machine and easy win over the little guys. They didn’t win their category – OVER, DONE.
Call me a sore loser but that is not what this is because I had no thoughts I would ever win given the size of my blog and the length of time I have been at it. I see my statistics every day and am under no delusions but it wasn’t ever going to be a real blog, that one. It wasn’t going to be some woman like me that worked her ass of to write as many blogs a week as she could to provoke, amuse, enlighten, educate and rant as I am doing now when things just hit me wrong or they smell funny. Well something really stinks and it is the way this category was hijacked by big business with a round of applause by TLL.

I just want to give a shout out to How To Be Butch, the other runner-up as I am sure you would have garnered the second most votes and in my mind that makes you the real winner. JOB WELL DONE!

Much Love.

Inspired By Sappho’s Muse

QUOTES OF THE DAY
All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.
Robert Southey

Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.
Cecil Beaton

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What Would Sappho Say?

Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)

I know we were all taught as children not to call each other names and we know how much racism hurts us as a culture (or at least I hope those reading this blog do) but there as so many more ways we use labels in our lives that shut us off from groups, from information, and from individuals and if you are anything like me, it takes someone pointing it out every now and then for a real wake up call to happen in your life so change can begin to rebuild your way of interacting in the world.

When I was young and just attending college I thought I was so open-minded because I was liberal and to me the terms were interchangeable. I mean isn’t that what a liberal is supposed to be – tolerant of others no matter who or what they believe in? Uh no. That part was not part of my limited indoctrination into my leftist viewpoints. I was definitely pro-choice and would rally around all women’s rights issues and stand up for any woman, but she had to think like I did if I’m being honest here. I was a narrow-minded liberal as are a majority of the liberals I meet, truth be told, but I was only 18 and I am let’s say 29 now and have grown a bit in my definition of what it means to be a human and a human who is liberal.

Let’s look at the dictionary definitions of the term “liberal”. 1. Open to new behavior and opinions and willing to discard traditional values. 2. Favorable to or respectful of individual rights and freedoms. 3. (In a political context) Favoring maximum individual liberty in political and social reform.

Now, how many of the people you know that call themselves liberals abide by the previous definitions? I think the real problems develop with definition two and then I don’t think modern day liberals understand what they are under definition three. Let’s start with definition two because that’s where I was leading before we got to the dictionary. So, by definition liberals are supposed to be respectful and favorable when it comes to ALL individual’s freedoms. Yeah right until you put them in a room with someone who disagrees with them. That’s where the labeling and narrow-mindedness I had as a hotshot college student sets in like the plague.

For many and I have been accused of this before oh so many moons ago (as my friends laugh hysterically at me right now), as soon as someone identifies as a Republican or whatever it is that pushes your button The Beatle’s “Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na , Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye….” starts playing in your head and you can’t wait to get away from this uneducated person or the adrenaline starts pumping like you’ve just met Rocky for a street fight and you can’t wait to school them in the ways of liberal democracy. No wonder no one wants to be around our pompous asses!!!! The same is true for Pro Life “idiots”, a label I use to show extreme thinking, or now for us, its the Religious Wrong on gay marriage. I use these examples to make my point.

We as liberals simply label our opponents on many occasions, especially on issues where we feel that our issue is on the right side of the good of man, forgetting that the other side feels exactly the same way. The problem is, when we do that, we stop the dialogue and you lose contact with people, some really great people who may differ with you one of your button pushing issues but for a compelling reason you’ll never hear because your singing The Beatles and walking away.

To put this in context let me tell you why this was brought up for me yet again. This education of open-mindedness on tough issues is not an overnight operation or done in one sitting. It is a process over a lifetime. I’ve made strides and fallen back then risen again. This time I was called out in of all places church. I had gone to church this Sunday after a lapse of about 4 months since the interim minister had been filling the pulpit. I am a Unitarian Universalist, a supposedly tolerant faith where all religions, including theists, humanists who are basically atheists who believe in the power and goodness of the human being, not a god and regular atheists are welcome as well for the fellowship. Well our congregation is human and labeling happens within our faith as well so the sermon was on labels.

The reason I hadn’t been coming was the Interim minister had been proselytizing a lot about Jesus and the allegories from the Bible. I had labeled him a Christian and felt he was pushing his faith on the rest of us since I am a bit undecided but much more in the Theist/Humanist category than the Christian category (there will be much more on religion this week). He announced early on in the sermon that he was an atheist, a bit of a Humanist but he loved the stories of Jesus and thought the great traditions from the Bible could still teach us much so he used them generously.

Immediately I was mad at him and me. If I had known that information I would have been fine with all of his sermons and probably even enjoyed them as he is a great orator and an intellectual. But I had labeled him and shut him off, I was in a state of disagreement during everyone of those 25 minute sermons so I absorbed nothing. I had done myself a great disservice just as we all do when we let labels get in the way of personal relationships or the words that are carried forth from the so-called opposition. First of all, you can be wrong in your labeling process. Even if I wasn’t wrong, there was knowledge to be gained just by a shift in perspective.

The same is true in politics. Our foes have information we need and want. A civilized dialogue is the only way that societies change. We have to be able to become or opponents friend without the issues defining the relationship because their will be people who are not the issue that you will like, maybe even fall in love with. Politics does make strange bedfellow but first you must open your mind, be a good liberal by all three definitions, and then try and open your heart when you can.

Much Love.

Inspired By Sappho’s Muse

QUOTES OF THE DAY
Those who say religion has nothing to do with politics do not know what religion is.
Mahatma Gandhi

Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn’t mean politics won’t take an interest in you.
Pericles

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I have been thinking a lot about labels, lately. Specifically, the “L” word. No, not the show and not Laboutin (although if anyone wants to donate a pair of killer open-toe combat boots with a rockin’ stiletto heel, I take a size 6 ½). Lesbian. That’s the one. It may sound utterly ridiculous, especially as I’ve been “out” for roughly 26 years, give or take a few years of trying to conform to nonconformity.

Everyone wants to eschew labels. Everywhere you turn, you’ll hear that old adage about not wanting to label oneself. Or we have new labels: “queer,” “genderbent,” “pansexual.” I tried pansexual on for size recently after reading a terrific post by a fellow blogger. At the time, I was still dallying with my ex-fiancé who happens to be an FTM transsexual. During the time that we were together, I actually let him talk me into claiming I was “straight.” Although to be perfectly frank, we’d have never even dated, much less become engaged, if we hadn’t met on Yahoo Personals…as women looking for women. He wasn’t even considering transition then and had come to terms with the fact that, as a man trapped in a woman’s body, he had to label himself lesbian although he truly is straight (long, complicated story…perhaps for another time…perhaps not, as it is over and done).

“Bisexual” didn’t cut it for him. He didn’t like the idea that I was still open to 50% of the population even though we were monogamous and headed for marriage. I wanted to respect his wishes to be man and wife, man and woman, (can we all sing together? “Little houses on the hillside, Little houses made of ticky-tacky…”) and so I tried to adapt to this June Cleaver image. I even, and it still shames me to remember this, shrugged my shoulders (publicly) at Prop 8, thinking it had nothing more to do with me. This coming from a woman who had married my female partner of 14 years, 4 days after my home state of Massachusetts began handing out marriage licenses to same-sex couples (another long story…moral is: just because you can doesn’t mean you should). I turned my back on the community that had nurtured me from the day that I came flying out of the closet to tackle the woman who now, 26 years later, is my lifelong love. The fallout that ensued was horrific. My best friend and I had the first and only fight we’ve ever had. I mortally wounded her along with every other gay man, lesbian woman, and queer soul I was ever lucky enough to call friend or acquaintance.

I even, if you can believe it, tried to tell myself that I didn’t miss pussy. Me! I may be high femme but I am the world’s leading carpet muncher and dammit if I couldn’t wait to get my face all in it the first opportunity I got after the old man walked out. Okay, admittedly it took awhile to find that someone with whom I really cared enough about to bury my face in her crotch (this isn’t the 80s anymore, after all) but wow…I sooooo missed it.

So here’s the thing, I am SO a lesbian. I am not straight, I am not bisexual, I am not queer, I am not pansexual. I kick it old school in that great butch-femme way. My woman looks like a man and gets called sir more often than not. As a baby dyke I listened to Chris Williamson, Tret Fure, Alix Dobkin, and Meg Christian. I was there when Amy and Emily came out. I heard Ellen’s toaster joke on TV the night it aired. I listened to Betty at Boston’s Gay Pride before anyone even knew who they were. I read all the early lesbian pulp fiction and prayed for glimpses of women who actually seemed to enjoy other women in porn long before The Crash Pad series came out.

So, stick it to me, glue it on me, tattoo it on my fucking forehead. I AM A LESBIAN. And I am thrilled to take back that label and call it my own. I will forever love the company of women and I honestly missed my community. You can take the girl out of the Michigan Women’s Music Festival, but you can’t make her drink the Kool-aid. Never again.

And you? You can call me Ms. Dyke, thank you. Because yes, yes I am!

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