Not Even The Girly Ones

I guess I really should have known I was a lesbian all along. There’s not really much excuse for taking a full 14 ½ years to figure it out. In truth I always preferred the Spice Girls to those many boy bands (particularly Sporty Spice).

I have memories of the emergence of ‘5ive’, ‘Westlife’, ‘Boyzone’, even ‘911’. I remember seeing them on TV for hours (TV raised me), and reading about trivial things like their boxers in silly little magazines. Nearly all my friends fancied at least one of each of the aforementioned bands – I didn’t. Not even the girly ones.

Indeed, the only band I fancied vaguely was those long haired children, “Hanson”. But they don’t count, since they sang like girls and looked like them. Of course they’re all grown up now, and all those girls my age that fancied them aged 9, fancy them in a much less innocent way at 18.

I’m not saying I obsessed over many girl bands either (with the exception of The Corrs, my first love). Pop music was never really my thing. However I definitely looked at the girls in a different way to the boys. The way they pranced about in those skimpy fluorescent outfits obviously appealed to my sub-conscious dyke, even then.

Luckily I have much better music taste now. Like any proper dyke I have the necessary Etheridge, Lang and Morrisette tunes. I am well versed in lesbian-lore, and can face any lesbian music pop quiz with my head held high.

It seems appropriate for me to mention here the UK’s latest lesbian girl band, Greymatter. Well worth a look.