Inch by Inch

I out myself a little more every day. There is no one I can blame for this, because I know it’s my own fault, but I can’t quite restrain myself. Besides being seen as a bit of a gay rights guru, and a regular at the local gay bars, I do seem to make some comments that cause at best synchronised eyebrow raising.

Although I mustn’t apportion all blame to myself. I do think they provoke me, if they must ask my opinion on issues, I am the sort of person that finds it has to slip out between my lips, or I may explode.

Today’s ‘incident’ involved a friend who told me over lunch that she wants to go to a gay bar and kiss a girl, before telling the girl she is really straight. Innocent enough in her eyes, a strange fantasy if you will, but I can’t judge. This girl does have a boyfriend, even if she is slightly lacking a brain. I then told her I thought that was a pretty damn bitchy thing to do.

She retorts ‘but sure it’s only a club’. Which obviously shows something about either her previous experiences in nightclubs, or her conception of gay bars. Maybe she isn’t too far wrong, but from my point of view I’d be pretty annoyed if a girl flirted with me incessantly and then told me she was only messing with me. I told her this. (I just can’t keep my mouth shut sometimes).

I was then on a slight roll, and told her that gay venues were often as much a part of a community, where people feel they can be honest with themselves and thus, being messed about by a straight person would almost certainly end in very bad feeling.

I don’t think she really got my message. But one can but try. However her eyebrows were certainly raised by my ‘inside’ knowledge.

One thing is certain; I am one lesbian who won’t allow herself to be fooled by that particular hetero.

Damn, too late.