2005
My little box
Who am I?
I’m a…
sister, mother, comforter, girlfriend, best friend, soror, afro-brazilian, overweight woman, person searching for peace, lover, fighter, daughter, lesbian.
It surprises me when people ask me why don’t I have a boyfriend. I tell them that I’m a lesbian and their response is “WOW! You don’t look like a lesbian.” And just what exactly does a lesbian look like? Please, if you have the answer to this question (and the location to the fountain of youth) please email me at yoursofullofit@bullshit.com. Of the many things that I am, a lesbian is the last. It does not totally define who I am nor does it stand out like a sore thumb. I love who I am. I don’t fit into the categories of femme, butch, stud, lipstick femme and all that other crap. I’m me. All day, everyday. I can go out with my Sorors and be very feminine like and I can hang out with my brothers and be mistaken for a very boyish tomboy. How to annoy the hell out of me? Label me. How to charm me? Tell me I’m beautiful no matter what I’m wearing. I will not conform myself to what society depicts a lesbian to be. I’m me… you don’t like it, tough shit!
Sometimes I like seeing the confused look on heterosexual faces when they learn that I’m a lesbian. I don’t “look” like their idea of a lesbian. I’m not “butch” or “femme” just an average woman that attracts men and women. The men don’t stand a chance but it is flattering.