2004
Beginnings
This weekend I went to a dyke bar for the first time. I didn’t know what to expect so I did what I had always done when going to the bar: I made myself up like a porcelain doll. Hair, perfume, pretty clothes, special shoes, makeup, blood red lipstick, silver labrys around my neck. I thought I looked hot.
I had clearly prepared wrong. I walked into the bar to see women completely at ease with themselves, no fussiness. Just comfort. I got some raised eyebrows. A few even audibly commented…“here comes the lipstick.”
I didn’t stay long. I had two drinks, played one game of pool, and left before things started hopping. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself and my friend could see that I was overwhelmed. I had had such fear when I went in.
But one thing is sure: I will be going back.
With my lipstick on.
by Nickie
Congrats Nickie!!!
I remember when I went to my first gay establishment. It seemed like bizarro world to me. Women snuggling with women, men daning together, the whole shabang. It was so nice to see and after the initial comfortablity I found it to be like home.
Now I feel wierd in straight bars. Go figure!!!
I’m proud of you!!!