Card Carrying Lesbian … What’s in your wallet?

A No Brainer

Posted on 30. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

I’ll make this really quick.

I used to use the term LGBT community. (You know, Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender.)

But then I started reading GLBT all over the place and wanting to be politcally correct for once in my life, I recently used GLBT in a few posts. I even doubted myself and wondered if I had imagined it was LGBT all along? Perhaps my lesbo-centric way of thinking had affected my eye sight? Maybe every time I thought I saw LGBT it was really GLBT?

I realize this may all just come down to a matter of prefrence and being that I’m a lesbian, I will from this point on choose to use LGBT … plus it just rolls of the tongue better … being that lesbians are so good with our tongues that makes perfect sense.

But still, if any of you have an opionion or even better, some historical evidence as to which one is more correct then the other for some cockamame reason, please let me know.

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Best Places to be A Lesbian

Posted on 29. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

Sometimes the hustle and bustle of life in Los Angels wears on my nerves and I start day dreaming about running away to Little Town USA and starting over. Maybe buying some land, putting up solar panels and buying the water rights to my very own well. You think I’m joking? I’m not.

For what I could sell my 4 bedroom, 2 bath house here in L.A. for, I could literally buy a freakin’ estate somewhere else …. almost anywhere else across the country and have a nice little nest egg. I’ve researched the markets, talked to realtors. I even convinced Remi we should just do it.

But of course I want to move somewhere gay friendly. I’m more then a little spoiled here in LA, where we have Long Beach to the south and WeHo to the north. I’m conveniently located smack dab in the middle of two of the gayest places on earth. So of course if I’m going to uproot my whole life, I want to make sure I’m not moving somewhere that will try to force me back into the closet.

After a lot of thought, I seriously considered Salt Lake City, Utah. Don’t yell at me just yet. Hold on and hear me out. SLC has one of the fastest growing gay populations in the US not to mention that for my money, I could literally afford to buy a gorgeous, renovated Victorian in downtown Salt Lake City and still buy myself that new BMW I’ve been drooling over. Not to mention enough seed money to start up a little business. Ya, not sounding too stupid now is it?

Well, we were getting all excited about the idea when I started getting in contact with the local GLBT community out there to really find out what it’s like to be gay in Utah. The unanimous opinion from every gay person I spoke to was, “It’s great out here, we have a strong, vibrant, close knit community. But make sure you stay within the city. Oh yea, and the laws suck, we have no protections, no rights and you could get fired just for being gay. But other then that, come on over!”

Eeeeeeek. Excuse me?

So I did some more research and found out, unfortunately that Utah is not for me. While there are good deals in real estate out there, I’m not about to move to a state where every one warns me to stay within the city limits for my own safety. WTF??!!! Not to mention the long list of civil right infringements that go along with being gay in Utah, No thank you.

Apparently, one of the many prices you pay for living in a gay friendly area is sky high real estate prices. Like someone said, but i can’t remember who, “I always knew I’d live in a million dollar home in L.A. I just didn’t know it would be a two bedroom, one bath.”

So for now, I’ve resigned myself to staying in sunny southern California for the foreseeable future. But out of curiosity I googled, “gayest cities in the USA” and came across this list of the top 5 best cities for lesbians.

I’ve only been to San Francisco, but I’ve got to disagree with this list. I firmly believe that Los Angeles should have made the list. But here it is anyways, for your perusal.

Top 5 Top Lesbian Cities in the United States
By Kathy Belge, About.com

1. Northampton, Massachusetts
Dubbed as “Lesbianville U.S.A.” by the The National Enquirer in 1992, Northampton, MA is the best city in America for lesbians. The Northampton area has always been a great place to live, and because gays and lesbians can get legally married in Massachusetts, it tops our list. Northampton is a small town, but because of the numerous universities, including Smith College, Northampton has all the cultural offerings of a big city.

2. Portland, Oregon
If Northampton is Lesbianville of the East, Portland is Lesbianville of the West. Lesbians flock to Portland for the same reasons straights do, it’s a great place to live. Among other distinctions, Portland was rated the Best Walking City and Best Bicycling City in America. Although voters passed an anti-gay marriage law last year, Portland residents lean more to the left than the rest of the state. Add a great music scene and plenty of lesbian hangouts to the mix.

3. San Francisco, California
San Francisco must be the gayest city on earth. And it’s not just the boys who find home here. Whether you’re a young, politcal dyke or gender queer or a six-figure power lesbian, San Francisco can’t be beat. Take a stroll in Golden Gate Park or shop for wedding bands in the Castro. With one of the nation’s best domestic partnership rulings and child protection laws, San Francisco is also a great place to raise a family.

4. New York, New York
The largest city in the world is a mecca for lesbians. Brooklyn’s Park Slope neighborhood is where the sapphic sisters of New York tend to congregate, but the city that never sleeps has something for lesbians of every age, political persuasion and background in all of its borroughs. From the classic Rubyfruit bar to esoteric performance art in Soho. Whether you want to visit the home of gay rights Stonewall Riots or if Riot GRRL is more your scene, New York City is the place for you.

5. Atlanta, Georgia
Atlanta is the queer capital of the South. And one of the nation’s most diverse. Whether you want to dance your feet off at My Sister’s Room lesbian bar or spend a leisurly afternoon at Outwrite gay and lesbian bookstore. With one of the nation’s largest gay pride parades, gay film festival and numerous other cultural events, you’ll understand why they call this “Hot-lanta.”

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Lesbians on Skateboards

Posted on 25. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

There are few things I adore more in this world then the sight of a hot girl cruising past me on her longboard, on a hot summer day. Preferably she’s a sexy sporty type or even better, hard core butch. But there’s also pleasure in seeing a fellow femme donning her favorite chucks as she rides by on her hibiscus covered board.

I fit nicely into that last category. I never really got into skateboarding as a kid, I was more of a rollerblading type of girl. You know that hot chick in a bikini rollerblading around Venice Beach? Well I used to be that girl in another life. But it’s been years since I had that body or that nerve …. there’s something to be said for the boldness of youth.

By the time I graduated from college, most of my friends were either going to law school or settling into nice, safe 9 to 5 jobs. Something inside be rebelled against both of those options and one of my mini ways of showing I wasn’t giving up on being young and fun just yet was my graduation present to myself: a Madrid longboard.

There’s just something about cruising around the beach on a skateboard that belies the image of a responsible adult. That coupled with the fact that skateboarding is predominately a “boy activity” and we all know that no body excels at so-called “male sports” better then a lesbian and I fell in love. I loved the fun, carefree feeling skating gave me. But even more then that I loved the attention, the surprised looks I got from every one I passed. Little girls could be heard asking their mommies if they could get one. Older women offer a pleasant, surprised smile as I sail by. Men whistle and stand aghast, but the best part is that other lesbians simply give you a knowing smirk as you ride by.

There’s just something cool about a girl on a skateboard. She breaks stereotypes, doesn’t care what others think, plays with the boys, kisses the girls and isn’t afraid of falling off and scraping a knee.

So of course I have taught several ex-girlfriends how to skate and like me, they all fell in love with it. It took me a while but I finally convinced Remi to join the revolution. I took her to the marina and put her on my board. It wasn’t long before I felt like a proud parent as Remi rode back and forth in front of me with a huge grin on her face. The next day we bought her her very own, Sector 9 longboard.

We couldn’t be any gayer: lesbians that skate together stay together.

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Myspace rated “NC-17″ - Facebook rated “G”

Posted on 24. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

I don’t understand why, but there seems to be a bit of rivalry between people who prefer  Facebook with those hotter people who prefer Myspace.

Personally I’m a myspace kinda girl. I like it, I get to play music on my page, show my personality through my layout, pictures, quotes, etc. Basically, a myspace page is like a paper doll you get to dress up any way you like. While facebook is just plain paper you get to write your name on in the upper left hand corner. Boring.

I also think that myspace is more lesbian friendly. We can search for each other by age, location, height and weight! It’s like a cyber buffet of all you can eat lesbians. Believe me, that search function is pretty nifty, that’s how I found my true blue buddy, Maggie. It’s even how I got to know Remi  before we actually met face to face at LB Pride last year. So you see …. myspace helped me make the two most important connections I have with other lesbians.

Facebook however just seems to be this boring page with a few pictures and a dumb wall that your friends can scribble on. I just don’t get it. But I do have one.

Why would I have a boring facebook page after I’ve so clearly insulted the hell out of it? Easy. My myspace page reflects me: my political views, my writing, my love life, my social life, my taste in music and my proclivity to use the word “fuck” a lot. Not so family friendly and when I say family, I don’t mean the big happy gay family we’re all a part of. I mean my extended, very Mormon, conservative family.

While my Mormon family has happily accepted that I’m a lesbian, with open arms and Christmas cards sent in both our names, I am not ready for them to read my blog where I regularly discuss my sex life, drunken nights out in Hollywood and the occasional reference to threesomes. My myspace page has several links to this blog and like I said, I do have a potty mouth.

Up until now, most of my family has been safely hidden away in Palm Desert, 100 miles away from my “worldly lifestyle” I so enjoy. But one of my cousins just moved up here with her two children and police officer husband. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally stoked to be closer to family. However, somehow …. this also translated to being closer on the internet.

Between her and my sister, I had to join facebook just to keep them away from my myspace page! So now I have a lame, albeit rated “G” for Mormon audiences facebook page, where the raciest thing on it is the fact that I’m a lesbian and one picture of me and Remi.

So in the long run I can see the use in facebook: to keep my life compartmentalized like it should be. Rated “G” family fun in one box. Rated “NC-17” lesbian fun in the other.

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Evolving from GF to Partner

Posted on 23. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

A while ago I posted a blog about all the silly reasons I disliked the term “partner.” Well it wasn’t too long after that, I was eating my words. But I’m nothing if not willing to admit when I’ve made a mistake.

Yep, it’s true. I have become one of “those lesbians” who sometimes calls her girlfriend, her partner, if only in my head. How could such a crime against my nature occur?

Well I guess for starters I either didn’t know my nature or it’s evolving with or without my consent. Remi and I have been living together for 6 months now and in that time she has put me on her insurance, bought most of the groceries, paid for my dogs astronomical vet bills and overall, made it her mission to be sure that I was OK at all times. Whether that was financially, emotionally or otherwise. She is just always there for me.

On my side of things, I do all the housewivey things … cook, clean, laundry …. but don’t tell anyone. Because that goes against the image I have of myself in my mind. You know the one, where I’m sexy and cool and so NOT housewife material. But it is what it is and it works for us.

So over time, I started to see what a lot of my readers commented on. The term “girlfriend” just isn’t enough sometimes. It’s what we used 99% of the time, but still …. there are those moments that the term “partner” just seems to fit better. It is a little more serious sounding, has more of a committed ring to it perhaps.

So that’s me … eating crow and loving it …. which says a lot since I’m a vagetarian.

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Anti-Gay Hate Crimes on the Rise

Posted on 18. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

NEW YORK (AP) — The number of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people killed in bias-motivated incidents increased by 28 percent in 2008 compared to a year ago, according to a national coalition of advocacy groups.

Last year’s 29 killings was the highest recorded by the National Coalition of Anti-Violence Programs since 1999, when it documented the same number of slayings, according to a report released Tuesday by the coalition.

“What we’re also seeing, more disturbingly, is the increase in the severity of violence,” said Sharon Stapel, executive director of the New York City Anti-Violence Project, which coordinates coalition.

Stapel theorized that at least some of last year’s violence was backlash against issues that arose during the during the presidential campaign. She cited debates about same-sex marriage, the military’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, and federal legislation that would ban employment discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity as possible flash points.

“The more visibility there is the more likely we’re going to see backlash, and that’s exactly what we see here,” Stapel said.

Overall, the number of victims who reported anti-LGBT violence in 2008 increased by two percent compared to 2007, said the New York-based coalition of programs in 25 states.

Coalition officials say their figures are more accurate than those from law enforcement agencies. As an example, they say, the FBI doesn’t record bias crimes against transgender people because gender identity isn’t covered by federal hate-crime law.

Also, victims sometimes are reluctant to report bias incidents to police because they don’t want to reveal their sexual orientation or gender identity and/or they fear bias from police, officials said.

Reports of physical abuse by police increased to 25 incidents last year from 10 in 2007, the report said.

For the new report, programs in Milwaukee, Minnesota, Chicago, Los Angeles, Colorado, Columbus, Ohio, Houston, Pennsylvania, New York City, Kansas City, Missouri, Michigan and San Francisco submitted data.

Programs in Vermont and the Boston area participated in the 2007 report but not the current one. The program in Rochester, N.Y., participated in 2008 for the first time.

The largest increase — 64 percent — was in Milwaukee, where the number of reported incidents rose to 18 in 2008 from 11 in 2007, the report said.

Officials weren’t sure whether reported increases were attributable to more people reporting incidents or an actual rise.

Meighan Bentz, a victim outreach advocate at the Milwaukee LGBT Community Center, which includes an anti-violence project, said, “I think it’s a combination.”

“Certainly there are more people reporting,” Bentz said, adding that the project started in 2005. “As time goes on there are more people aware of our program as a resource.”

Bentz added, “I do believe there are ongoing issues of violence and its affect upon LGBT individuals. It’s a vulnerable population.”

Many of 2008’s incidents made headlines.

In December, a man was beaten to death in New York City while he walked arm in arm with his brother as their attackers yelled anti-gay and anti-Latino epithets. Two men have been charged with murder as a hate crime.

In February 2008, 15-year-old Lawrence King was shot to death at school in Oxnard, Calif., near Malibu after enduring harassment after he told classmates he was gay; a classmate is charged as an adult in the killing, which prosecutors classified as a hate crime.

Last June, a surveillance tape was publicized showing Memphis, Tenn., police officers beating Duanna Johnson, a transgender woman, and shouting slurs in a jail booking area; a public outcry erupted.

In November, Johnson was found fatally shot on a Memphis street.

(By MARCUS FRANKLIN – Associated Press original article can be found here)

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Bipolar Rumors Put to Rest

Posted on 15. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

So a lot of times I’ll have blogs stem from comments that readers leave. This is one of those times. I have mentioned bipolar a couple times before, like in this blog titled, Bipolar Lesbians Always Take the Rap. Yet for some reason no body jumped down my throat then about the term bipolar, or jumped to any conclusions. But for some reason, yesterday’s blog was different.

A few people asked if I had bipolar disorder. A few people “accused” me of it. But thankfully, a few of you also defended my right to keep information like that a private matter. I have struggled with the decision to write about this many times before. My girlfriend doesn’t think I should, she’s worried about me, about what people might say. I too have pondered the consequences of publicly admitting something like this. Since there are so many possible reactions from people. So in the long run, I’ve always had more reasons not to write about it.

I guess you’ve figured it out by now. Yes, it’s true. I have bipolar disorder. I was diagnosed with it long before it was the trendy mental illness to have. About 13 years ago or so. I have been on everything from lithium to welbutrin and back again. I’ve done the alternative health care approach, the holistic path, the spiritual path and the hopeless path. I’ve done everything that everyone has suggested, twice.

One of the reasons I haven’t blogged about it directly, before now is that I didn’t want my blog to be a downer. When you read my blog, I like to think it makes you smile once in a while. But there’s not much entertainment to be found in a chick with suicidal tendencies.

Another reason I haven’t written about this until now is that I never wanted anyone to think I was using it as an excuse for anything. As one thoughtful commenter already made that leap between bipolarity and “outrageous behavior.” I however try not to use my disease as an alibi, an excuse or a get out of jail free card when I do something stupid. It is however part of the reason behind some things. I would be lying if I said it didn’t play a roll some times. But not in the way you think.

For me, my battle with this particular demon usually leads me down very dark alleyways … alone. I’m not one to act out too much or take things out on others. I tend to turn everything inward. So when signs of bipolar rear it’s ugly head, I’m most likely to go into hiding. Not to Girl Bar. Most of my crazy, fun filled nights I’ve blogged about were just me on a normal night.

The times I’m feeling out of control, manic or depressed (which unfortunately in the last few years is most of the time), those are the times you don’t hear from me.

I’ve decided to out myself on here because a few people asked about it. I don’t mind talking about it. If anyone else has any questions about this topic please feel free to ask. I’m not a doctor, but I’ve been through the gauntlet and back again. I’m more then happy to share my experience with anyone who thinks that they or their loved one may be going through something similar.

I guess this could be a good thing …. my admitting this. It’s sort of freeing in a scary, jump of a cliff way and see if there’s water below or not, sort of way. I think that most of my readers are mature enough not to judge me too harshly for this. Since it’s not anything I can help. I have this thing, it’s a disease and it’s almost killed me several times and to be honest, I think it’s what will kill me … someday.

But until then, I believe that most people, lesbians in particular are more understanding than we think. Most of us have been through a lot of crap in our lives and that makes us more accepting of others and their struggles.

So in a leap of faith, I’m coming out … again … this time as a person who struggles with bipolar disorder. This is me. Take it or leave it.

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To be or not to be anti-social …

Posted on 11. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

It’s almost that time again: LA Pride. I should be all about it but instead I find myself less then thrilled at the thought of partying all night long, again, in WeHo. While I am usually a trooper and always up for a night filled with gorgeous women, booze and dancing, May hasn’t been gone long enough for me to recover from my marathon run.

Let’s recap really quick on last month: got groped at the Abbey, entered a wet-shirt contest, had my little adventure with Maggie, got drunk at Knott’s for OC Pride then did Long Beach Pride and all the drama that accompanied that! Then the very next weekend partied around the clock (literally) for 4 days straight in celebration of Remi’s birthday. Whew …. I’m exhausted just remembering all that.

Following all of that, I did what anybody with a bipolar personality would do: I crashed. I didn’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone or go anywhere. I’m barely getting my feet back under me so to speak and it’s already time for LA Pride. Phooey.

This leaves me in a conundrum. Pride is a very special time of year that only happens once a year. Sort of. Well, there’s Long Beach Pride which to be honest I feel is more for lesbians then LA Pride which seems geared more towards the boys. Plus there is San Diego Pride next month that I would much rather go to.

But there’s also the Dyke March happening this Friday which I would love to go to. Not to mention that Here is having an open bar right before the march, nothing like thousands of drunk lesbians marching down Santa Monica Blvd.

Oh did I forget to mention the icing on the cake of reasons I should want to go out this Friday night? One of Remi’s ex’s wants to meet up with us so we can finally meet! Oh joy. Which ex you might ask? Well she’s not so much an ex as just the last girl Remi slept with before and actually during the time we first started dating. She’s also the one she invited to my birthday as I told you about in this blog —-> here.

Well this wasn’t really one of my best postings … more of a public diary today I guess. But I sort of want to see what this other chick looks like …. I saw a pic once and she’s sort of hot. But then there’s this whole staying in my house for days on end/anti-social thing I’ve got going on right now. It would be a shame to break the streak now.

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Breeders Beware

Posted on 10. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

I am a U.S. citizen, third generation born and raised here in California. My grandfather served in the U.S. military. My own father was a Marine in Vietnam. He has two purple hearts. Yet somehow because I’m gay, it’s legal to strip me of my civil rights. Somehow, because I’m gay that makes me a 2nd class citizen.

My girlfriend served in Iraq as a Marine. She too comes from a military family. Yet all that our families have done for this country doesn’t count for anything as soon as you are brave enough to stand up and live your life out in the open as a lesbian.

Well if fundamentalists want to be such sticklers for the Bible then they shouldn’t pick and choose. Enjoy this little video ….

And going along with the theme of this blog … Jack Black is awesome as Jesus. Please watch and enjoy the irony.

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Lesbians and Their Jewelry

Posted on 09. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

Why is it so hard to find any lesbian rings made out of sterling silver? I mean really, it’s not like silver is any where near the price of gold. It’s affordable, stylish and a good middle ground between steel and 14k.

Yes there is one website, Love and Pride that carries some gorgeous lesbian rings, but I don’t feel like spending over $5,000 for a couple rings.

However, my budget is definitely more then $20 for a stainless steel ring which is all I can seem to find. I feel a bit marginalized as I search the net for some lesbian rings and site after site all I see is cheap merchandise that seems to be marketed towards a demographic that either has very little expendable income or lacks the taste to want something more refined on their hand then a base metal. It really makes me wonder what they think of us? Or should I say, how little they think of us?

Studies show that on average we have more degrees behind our names and more expendable income then your average Joe Shmoe with 2.5 kids and a minivan. Yes, it’s true if you’re a lesbian you’re more then likely to have a good head on your shoulders and be going somewhere in your career.

So it doesn’t make sense that the jewelry industry hasn’t picked up on this yet and started tapping into the lesbian community that on average has over double the extra cash to spend on themselves then their straight counterparts.

Personally, I don’t have anything against stainless steel Pride jewelry. I have a few rings myself like that and they’re fun. But I also would like to buy myself and my girlfriend some rings that are a step up from that. But so far there doesn’t seem to be much middle ground, it’s either a $20 metal ring or a $2,000 gold one.

If any of you know of any companies or websites that actually have some nice lesbian rings (without the rainbow motif) please leave the link in the comments. Thanks.

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“It’s good to be pretty.” ~ Saint Maggie

Posted on 08. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

Rather recently, Maggie invited me out to lunch so that we could catch up, sans girlfriends. We both adore our loves, but every once in a while old friends need some quality time alone. So we headed off to this chic little place in Seal Beach. It’s one of those cozy little beach cafe’s, that’s so comfortable in it’s own skin, it has a natural elegance to it. It’s a favorite among locals and as it turns out, locals in that area tend to be celebrities and just your run of the mill multimillionaires.

Before leaving that day, Remi left me some extra cash since we both know that Maggie’s tastes run on the expensive side and since she picked the restaurant it was likely to be a pricey lunch date. That and the fact that we needed reservations for a Saturday afternoon add on the fact that Maggie actually said, “Well you know how these posh places can be” and I gratefully accepted the handout from my gainfully employed girlfriend.


I met up with Maggie at her place. She was having car trouble that weekend, so poor baby … got to drive around in one of her fathers cars …. a big black Lexus. Perfect, she could drive!


About 20 minutes later we stroll into this little cafe and are shown to our table that has one of those little “reserved” cards on it. I look over the menu and to my surprise things weren’t as expensive as I had expected. So we order and we start off with a couple peach bellinis.

The more bellinis we drink the more truth comes rolling out and we ended up clearing up a lot of rumors and misunderstandings over some old crap. Surprise surprise, there are women out there that basically hate me for no good reason, rumors and misconceptions. The only part that almost sucked about that was that at one point I thought they were my best friends.

As it turns out, Maggie was and is the only one out of that whole group that stuck by me and really matters. So if I had to go through that to come out with her as my friend then I would do it again a hundred times.

I was talking too much to eat much of my food but I wasn’t talking too much to drink. So the bellinis kept coming.

At some point our server came over to us and said, “Ladies, that gentleman over there just bought your lunch.” She moved aside so that we could see an older man, sitting by himself, smiling at us from across the way.

Maggie and I looked at each other and then at him and thanked him. He seemed like he was lonely but he was also a little creepy so we just smiled at him a few times throughout the remainder of our meal.  As if just our acknowledgment of him was repayment enough.

Obviously it was because our server came back and informed us that our benefactor wanted to make sure we had all we wanted to drink and desert if we so desired.

So the bellinis kept coming. Notice a pattern here?

By the end of lunch I was a bit tipsy. The generous old man overheard a few juicy parts of our conversation and tried to jump in here and there. Maggie’s a pro at dealing with things like this, so I let her. She would smile, say a few words and then somehow, deftly just cut it off and come back to our private conversation.

I suck at stuff like that, if I had been alone I would have ended up feeling bad for him and inviting him to eat at my table. No doubt followed by unwanted advances that would have led to an even more uncomfortable scene. But thankfully, Maggie knows how to cut men off at the knees and somehow leave them thanking her for doing so.

The difference between Maggie and myself is that she isn’t afflicted with needles guilt like I am. She knows she’s beautiful and she knows people are happy to buy her things simply for that fact … and believe me they do.

After our admirer left, our server came back over and told us that our bill was almost $200. Wow expensive lunch after all.

But at some point she showed him the bill to make sure he wasn’t going to get upset and instead he just insisted that we have more to drink or whatever else we wanted.

I just remember Maggie leaning in and whispering to me. “It’s good to be pretty.”

Apparently.

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Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m …. a writer.

Posted on 07. Jun, 2009 by Sasha.

Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. Why? Well a few reasons. One of them would be that a few super mean comments  and emails from readers made me question myself and what I write about.

Am I guilty of only blogging about the exciting parts of my life? Sure.

Do I sometimes go out of my way in search of trouble, all in the hopes of having something to blog about? Well … yes and no. As a writer I think I am always looking for new experiences. So I am open to trying new things, pushing limits (including relationships) and seeing what happens.

But do I ever make something up and then post it as gospel? Never. First of all, I save that good stuff for my book of fiction I’m working on. Secondly, I’m pretty sure Maggie would comment and call me out for the whole world to see. Lastly, I don’t need to. My life, when I’m actually living it, tends to be pretty fun.

But what is it about my life that makes for so many interesting nights, a few of my mean readers would like to know. I’ve thought about it during my reprieve and I’ve come up with a few answers.

For starters, I surround myself with interesting people. Mostly lesbians, who are fun, witty, a little crazy and very wild. We’re no strangers to drama and we’re not afraid to make a scene if we feel like it. Life is too short not to live your life on your terms.

The other part of my theory as to why my life has had so many blog worthy events is not that I’m special. It’s just that I can look back on a night and write about it from a storyteller’s perspective. I’m sure a lot of you have pretty awesome evenings that could fill your own blog, but maybe you don’t think like a writer. Maybe you’re mode of expression is painting or music or whatever. So basically what I’m saying is don’t hate because it looks like I’m having some fun in my life. Believe me, if you knew me … you wouldn’t hold those nights against me. They’re too far and few between to makeup for all the other crap.

So in the end, if you don’t like my blog. Don’t read it. But I’m betting that most of my readers are intelligent enough to realize that what I write is for your entertainment purposes. It’s all true, I just leave out the dull moments.

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Leabian Hanky Code

Posted on 27. May, 2009 by Sasha.

This last Saturday I was out at one of the local lesbian dive bars and I saw a butch chick  flaggin’ an orange hankie right in the center of the back of her pants. I was trying to remember what orange meant, it had to be something good. But I was also trying to figure out what it meant if you wear a hanky in the middle. So I did a little research and here you go:

Hankies are usually worn in either the back left or right pockets, however, they can also be worn around the wrist, around the ankle or leg at the thigh above the knee, or around the neck with the knot/tie going either right or left.  Other objects can also be used such as keys and key chains or watch fobs and even a set of handcuffs (Bondage), to let people know if you are ‘top’ or ‘bottom’.

Left = Top/Active

Right = Bottom/Passive

If worn in the back on the center belt loop, it translates as ‘versatile’.

Here are some of my favorites: (Remember left/right = top/bottom)
Black - heavy SM

Grey - bondage

Grey w/black - light SM

Black w/White stripe - likes black bottoms or tops (depending on which side you’re flaggin’)

Charcoal - latex fetish

Black Velvet - takes videos/will perform for the camera

Blue, Robin’s egg - 69er/anything but 69ing

Blue, Navy - fucker (top), fuckee (bottom)

Red - fister/fistee

Red w/White Stripe - shaver/shavee

Maroon - cuts/bleeds

Red, Dark - 2 hand fister/fistee

Pink, Light - strap-on fucker/fuckee

Fuschia - spanker/spankee

Gold - two looking for one/one looking for two

Orange - anything anything/nothing now just cruising

Apricot - two tons o’ fun/chubby chaser

Green, Kelly - hustler(for rent)/john (looking to buy)

Green, hunter - daddy/looking for daddy

Olive Drab - military top/military bottom

Beige - rimmer/rimmee

White velvet - voyeur/will put on a show

Mosquito netting - outdoor sex

White w/multicolor dots - hosting an orgy/looking for an orgy

I need to go shopping …. I’m thinking an olive drab hanky for Remi - for her left pocket and I’ll make do witih a white velvet or orange one …. of course it will look awesome right in the middle

For the full Hanky Code Chart check out Gay Hanky Codes.

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Wet T-Shirt Contest

Posted on 27. May, 2009 by Sasha.

Actual boobs that won the contest Sorry, Remi wouldn't let me post any other pics.

A few Friday’s ago (right before Pride) Remi and I met up with some friends at Ripples for the usual: drinking, dancing, and over-all catching up. It was the first time I was meeting one of her good friends from her Marine days, who I will call Little R. Because she’s this cute as a button little girl who you can’t really believe was a Marine. But she’s cool as hell and I see many fun times together in the future.

Little R brought her straight yet bi-curious aunt along and we met up with our dear friend Sergio, who is one of the gayest boys you will ever meet. The night was going fine, no major drama until a butch woman with a clip board comes up to our little circle of people and asks “Anyone want to do the wet t-shirt contest?” Although she asked if anyone wanted to do it, she seemed to only be asking my breasts, which I’ll admit were trying their best to escape from the torn tank top I had worn that night.

I’d been talking forever about wanting to do a wet t-shirt contest but never really had the guts to do it. But here was my shot. I looked at Remi to see if she was going to stop me from putting my name down on the list, but no such luck. So I signed up and immediately felt like I was going to throw up.

About an hour later they made the call for all the girls who had signed that dreaded clipboard to follow the same butch chick that recruited us to a dingy back room. Once back there we were all thrown tiny little white tank tops, told to take our bras off and get ready.

Little R was being awesome and signed up with me, so at least I had her to calm me down back stage. As we were getting ready one of the women said to me, “Oh what are you a ringer? Do you do this professionally or what?”

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

A few women also accused me of having fake boobs and a few others actually said, “Oh hell no I’m not competing against those.” While comments like that were catty and actually pretty bitchy, I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was a confidence booster.

We eventually made our way out to a screaming crowd of women waiting to be entertained by dancing women in wet shirts.

I was first up. Oh yay.

I couldn’t really hear the music that well over the crowd but I did my best to shimmy and shake what my mama gave me while I was up.

I cheered as loud as I could for all the other ladies, especially Little R. Danced with the girls standing next to me and generally was a pretty good sport considering I standing there soaking wet from head to toe in wet jeans, heels and a see through tank top.

In the end it came down to a tie between three of us, so we were all called back up on stage to prance around and do our imitation of sexy women for a few more minutes. I did my best to have fun and enjoy my moment of humiliation.

After we had all had our turn the crowd cheered for their favorite and low and behold, I was called as the winner!

I was totally stoked for several reasons:

First of all, I knew that Remi didn’t think I would actually go through with it.
Secondly and most importantly it was a $100 cash prize for winning and I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t use the money, honey.

I think Ripples is having a booty bounce contest one of these Friday’s …… mmmmmm ……..

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I’m Ashamed

Posted on 26. May, 2009 by Sasha.

I had another blog all ready to go. A trivial one about my winning a wet t-shirt contest. But after hearing the California Supreme Court ruling upholding Prop 8, I feel it would be inappropriate today.

I was making coffee this morning when I heard the news from the other room. Remi heard it too and came running down the hallway to hear the ruling with me. We stood there anticipating …. and when we heard that it was upheld my heart sank. I don’t like to think of myself as an overly teary eyed kind of girl. But hearing the ruling brought an unexpected wave of emotion up.

I didn’t want to look Remi in the eye to see her reaction either. I just hurried back to the kitchen to finish making coffee.

I don’t think there’s anything I could possibly write about on this topic that you haven’t already said yourself, read somewhere else already or just plain feel yourself. All I can really articulate is that what hurts the most is feeling the overwhelming hatred, bigotry and outright injustice that is being heaped on us as a group and individually through this prop 8 debacle.

I’ve always been proud to be born and bred in California. We’ve always been known as trailblazers in social issues. But not today. Not lately. Today I am ashamed of California.

What a very sad day.

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The Showdown at Hamburger Mary’s

Posted on 20. May, 2009 by Sasha.

I was really over Pride by the time we got home. My back was killing me, my head hurt and I felt irritable to say the least. But Remi had been drinking all day and the last thing I  was going to do was send my drunk girlfriend out to a Pride after-party without me. So I sucked it up and went with.

We knew parking would be a bitch so we circled around surrounding area praying to the parking gods for a lucky spot. It worked and we found a spot a block away. But just as we crossed the street, Remi remembered she had left her cell in the car. So I stood there on the corner as she jogged back. As I was waiting for her I realized that the car I was standing in front of looked just like Mr.’s car.

No freakin’ way. What were the odds? I looked in the windows to see if there was any tell-tell sign that it really was her car, but no such luck. By now Remi was running back across the street and I decided it was pointless to tell her that this may or may not be the dreaded ex’s car.

By the time we got to Hamburger Mary’s there was a line around the block. Half of our friend’s were eating over at Roscoe’s and the two drunkest of our group was supposed to be saving our spots in line. Here’s some free advice: never send the two most fucked up people in your group to do the most important job. It never works out.

As we were looking for our friends in line a huge fight broke out inside the parking lot (which was fenced off for the party). Everyone was standing on tip toe, climbing up on the fence or into trees to try to get a better look. I was scanning the crowd for our friends when I saw my ex, Mr. jumping up on the fence as one of the spectators.

My heart jumped into my throat. But not because I was happy to see her. I knew this would be trouble. Should I point her out to Remi? Did she see me already? Should I just act like I didn’t see her and keep my mouth shut, hoping we didn’t run into her later?

As soon as Remi made her way back to me through the crowd I blurted out, “Mr.’s here.”

“Where?”

I pointed her out, Remi smiled and said, “This should be fun.”

The line to Hamburger Mary’s was at a standstill due to the fight, which led to the cops being called and fire truck. Apparently some flamers needed to be put out.

So this left Remi, myself and two of our friends standing in line behind Mr. for about an hour. Thank God, there were enough people between us that I don’t think Mr. saw us. But that would all change once we got inside.

We had finally made it inside and although it was an indoor/outdoor party, I didn’t want to be outdoors any more. I had enough of that while standing in line. So I made up the excuse that I had to find the little girls room just to get inside. But Remi was not about to let me out of her sight.

“I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” I insisted.

“Hell no, you know who’s here and I do too. You are not going anywhere by yourself tonight. I’m coming with you.” was Remi’s understandable response concerning recent events.

So we made our way in and through the pulsing crowd of happy Pride revelers. The music was pounding, it was jammed packed and difficult to cut a path through the party goers. Remi had my hand and was leading me through the crowd when I kid you not, someone hit the slow motion button on my life. The crowd parted and Mr. walks right towards us, makes eye contact first with Remi then with me and back to Remi and says nonchalantly, “Hey guys, what’s up?”

I didn’t say a word and tried not to show any expression one way or the other. Remi simply smirked and they locked eyes in a contest of “who could give a smugger look.”

I couldn’t believe it. All this time and all the trash that had been whispered in my ear from both sides and when we finally come face to face, Mr. says, “What’s up guys?”

Really? Is that all she had to say?

There’s a lot of bad blood between Remi and Mr. They had only met once before and that was more then a little antagonistic. Of course at the time I was dating both of them at the same time and was kissing Remi at Ripples when Mr. walked up.

But since then a lot had transpired to make both women feel like they had a legitimate grudge against one another. If for no other reason now other then they rubbed one another the wrong way.

There were a few more random sightings of Mr. throughout the night. At one point we were dancing a few feet away from her and her very tall date. Another time we saw her smoking on the patio and decided to avoid the drama and go out the other way.

But it wasn’t long until we were going through a doorway when Remi and Mr. came face to face again. Mr. smirked again, like she’s so good at doing and Remi, having had a few beers and growing tired of it, shoulder checked Mr. pretty hard as they passed by one another.

Mr. then bumped into me pretty hard and said once again, “Hey, what’s up?” so casually I was actually confused.

The last time I heard from her a week prior and she told me “Fuck you bitch fucking go to hell!” So I pretty much assumed she hated my guts at this point. She has also said, on several occasions that she’d love nothing more then to beat down my girlfriend and put her in her place. Or something to that effect.

(To be fair, I should make it clear that both women have expressed similar feelings towards one another.)

The night was winding down and most of our friends had left for the evening to care for the overly drunk in our crew. Leaving behind myself, Remi and Little R. I hadn’t had so much as a sip of alcohol all day which was a good thing since Remi and Little R were having plenty for all of us.

We were about ready to leave when we saw Mr. and her date doing the same. I thought we should hang back and wait a little bit, since remember as fate would have it Mr. and Remi ended up parking right across from one another. Not one to back down from any possible confrontation and Remi insisted that we go when we had wanted to go, not changing any plans for Mr.

Mr. and her date were just crossing the street to our side when Remi shouts out to her, “Ohhhhhhh shit, look at this, It’s Mr.” and laughs out loud in a way that sounded more like a challenge then anything.

A few words were exchanged as we passed each other on the sidewalk  but Mr. waited till we were well out of striking distance before she started her trash talking.

While we may have been out of striking distance, we were not out of ear shot.

Remi heard this and took it as her opening to unleash on Mr. [...]

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A Low Key Pride

Posted on 19. May, 2009 by Sasha.

Friday night was OC Pride at Knott’s Berry Farm. It was put on by the same lesbian that puts on Gay Days at Disneyland. So we were expecting a pretty big crowd. Unfortunately, the turn out was less then overwhelming. Although all that did show up were in a very gay mood and it was nice not to have to stand in long lines to get on the rides. All in all, it was a lot of fun. We drank in the parking lot, went on rides drunk (oh so very bad of an idea) and danced a little. It was a very relaxing evening with the girlfriend. A good way to kick off Pride weekend.

Anyways, the real fun was bound to happen the next day in Long Beach.

So I didn’t wake up so much bright and early Saturday morning as late and hungover from that bottle of rum I downed right before hitting up the roller coasters. Ughhh. Not to mention that it just happened to be “that time of the month” that day, so yay for me! Hungover, with cramps and a backache. Perfect.

But I was bound and determined not to let anything ruin our first Pride together, so I downed a massive amount of Midol, pepto-bismol and aspirin. And off we went ……

First up, we met up with some of Remi’s Marine corp friends. Who I always get along with. With the exception of this one guy her best friend keeps bringing along. Who I hear is a great person when he’s not drunk. However when he is drunk he’s so obnoxious I’ve almost had to hit him several times now. So obnoxious drunk dude in tow, check.

A few minutes later, my friend Maggie and her girl “A” show up. Yay for me but “Uh oh, this should be interesting to see how my friends get along with her friends.”

This was actually a topic of conversation between Remi and I. Remi was concerned that her friends might seem a bit rowdy to my friends. I wasn’t too worried. I know Maggie can seem a little reserved at times, but I also know she has a sense of humor and wouldn’t take anything too seriously. However, Remi was convinced that Maggie would not get along with her group.

However, Maggie was cool as hell (like I knew she would be) and no one threw any daggers at each other. That does not mean that it went particularly smoothly either. The two groups while cordial to one another, were not exactly on the same page for what they wanted to do that day. Which left Remi and I wishing we could clone ourselves so we could be with both groups simultaneously.

What ended up happening was we tried our best all day to split our time between both groups of friends. All the while worrying about the other group that we were neglecting. Combine the stress of trying to spend enough time with everyone with me feeling like absolute crap and the fact that I wasn’t drinking that day (which in retrospect may not have been the best day to quit drinking) and Remi and I started to act bitchy to one another. Not exactly the Pride we had planned.

We didn’t see any of my ex’s that day at the festival. But we did however get to see one of Maggie’s. Which was awesome, since she clearly saw us a few feet away and decided the best plan of action was to hide from us. Or at least try. It was entertaining.

We left the festival around 9:00 that night, headed home to change and get ready to meet up with everybody at Hamburger Mary’s that night. I almost didn’t go, but thank God I did, since apparently the Pride Gods were saving the “Ex Drama” for the cover of night.

This blog is getting uncomfortably long but the next one you’ll want to read. Especially since we run into Mr. and things get blog worthy real quick.

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Incommunicado for the cause

Posted on 15. May, 2009 by Sasha.

I’m going on a covert mission to gather as much blog worthy, torrid, lesbian, lust filled stories as possible so that I may come back here and tell you all about it! Just for you, I’m willing to drink like a sailor, dance with strange women, show inappropriate affection with my gf that any other time would get us arrested, and basically go buck wild this weekend …. all for you.

Yep, I’m willing to make the sacrifice of trying my hardest to have the best Pride ever!

So don’t expect to hear from me for a few days. It’s hard to blog incommunicado … and by incommunicado I mean drunk.

PS: You may be wondering what a picture of Jennifer Garner had to do with this blog. Follow my logic: I was looking for a picture of a secret agent girl, you know, for the under cover theme. - Jennifer Garner starred in my favorite TV series ever, ALIAS as a secret agent. - Plus she’s just too hot to me. - You’re welcome.

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On the Itinerary: Party our asses off

Posted on 14. May, 2009 by Sasha.

So just in case you missed it, I’m going to reiterate on this blog and provide links to all the fun places we’re going this weekend. Why? Because the more the merrier and it’s good to support GLBT events.

I’m also posting any links to other Pride events just to keep you in the know:

This Friday, May 15: I will be at OC Pride which is being held at Knott’s Berry Farm. They’ve bought out the entire park just for us homos so we can relax, be ourselves and not worry that we’re traumatizing some little kid from Arkansas.

Also Friday, May 15: For those who don’t want to part with the $42 admission price to get into Knott’s there is going to be a Pink Party in Downtown Long Beach from 7 - 11 p.m. and I believe that’s free. Free is always good.

Saturday and Sunday May 16 - 17: Is Long Beach Pride. It’s held at Shoreline Village and seems to be more of the lesbian scene than Hollywood Pride which is geared more towards the boys.

Hamburger Mary’s is having a parking lot party for Pride with cheap food and beer and it’s walking distance from the festival.

Ripples is having a bunch of Pride events happening and I heard they’re providing a shuttle to and from the festival, for free during Pride! So check that out.

What about the after parties? Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.

The ladies of Girl Bar are putting on an after party Sunday night at V20 in the Bambou Lounge in Long Beach. Cover will be $15 or $10 VIP.

There will also be an after parties at Executive Suite and Ripples. But it’s going to be a mixed crowd at both places, so if you’re looking for a strictly estrogen filled evening, V20 might be a safer bet.

If I’ve missed any place, and I’m sure I have, please feel free to leave a link in the comments. I just want everyone to have a very Happy Pride!!!! Whoooohoooooo!!!!!!

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Survey time!

Posted on 13. May, 2009 by Sasha.

The funny thing is I actually have two things to blog about. One of them involves nipples and another involves my friend Maggie and her quote, “It’s good to be pretty.”

However I’m in the middle of an acute attack of writer’s block. But I have a deep, inner urge to blog …. ok, maybe it’s not meaning of life deep but it’s a tickle and I have to scratch it. So I saw this “meme” on myspace and after looking up the term meme decided it would be a pseudo suitable substitute for a real blog.

If you need blog material feel free to gank it with my blessing. Anyone who doesn’t know what gank means, it’s time to make the Urban Dictionary your friend. Alrighty then, here we go, if you’re lucky you’ll learn something embarrassing about me, if I’m lucky my ex will read this and get super pissed, haha.

Say you were in a relationship for 2 years and your girlfriend cheated on you:

I would probably plot some impossibly complicated scheme to exact revenge on them in some totally inappropriate and evil way. Then carry it out no matter how long it took and smile inside since revenge is dish best served ice cold. They’d never knew what hit them.

What was the last conversation you had with your best friend about?

How she needs to stop barking so early in the morning.

Your most recent ex says she hates you, you say?

Bite me. I no longer care what you think and you should go now before my girlfriend sees you, she’s looking for a reason to smack you.

Do you miss your first love?

Part of me does, but the other part is still so hurt and furious over what she did I can never forgive her.

Are you happy?

This is the happiest I have ever been in my life. I have awesome puppies, an amazing girlfriend and a couple really great friends.

What do you smell like?

Tuscan Blood Orange, this really pretty, all natural fragrance by Pacifica that I get at Whole Foods. (Yep, the Whole Foods with all the lesbians.)

Do you tend to make relationships complicated?

I keep things interesting.

Last thing that made you cry?

PMS last night. I don’t get bitchy, I get weepy.

What are you excited about?

LONG BEACH PRIDE!!!!! Oh and OC Pride at Knott’s this Friday which would have been even better if Maggie and her awesome gf could have joined us. [...]

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Who Owns the Abbey?

Posted on 11. May, 2009 by Sasha.

I got a comment from a reader, LB_Boi that read,

Hey Sasha,
Hope you’re ok. I’m sick of going to the Abbey because of guys like that. They are just plain rude. Someone once told me that the reason they are there is because they are investors, which makes their behavior even more disgusting.

The same thing happens over at Club HERE too and it’s such a pain to deal with. It’s too bad the behavior of some ruins our nights out.

Hopefully you won’t have that issue at Pride this weekend, LOL

OK, this totally makes sense because the ass wipe that groped me was there with a bunch of other pricks that were all sitting in a VIP booth like little kings. And to top it off this all happened only feet away from a huge bouncer that saw the whole thing and just turned a blind eye to it.

If the Abbey really is owned by guys like this, I want to know because I don’t feel like putting any money in their pockets after being treated like that. Especially since I’ve received a few private emails from other women who have had similar experiences there.

Does anyone know anything about the owners or investors of the Abbey? Please post in the comments section if you do. I’m really curious now.

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The Abbey: Part deux

Posted on 11. May, 2009 by Sasha.

Sorry to leave you in suspense for so long, lol … but here’s the rest of the Abbey debacle.

Remi continued to ream me in front of her best friend, which was uncomfortable for both of us. I swear if Amazon’s head could have turned any further away from the table, the Exorcist would have been jealous. You know, when your friends are being jack asses and acting out in public in ways that they should only ever act behind closed doors, and the only way you can give them the illusion of privacy is to try not to look. Yea, it was that bad.

So instead of just telling her what happened, I said, “Nothing.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I can clearly see a fingernail scratch on your face! WTF happened?!!!!” was of course, her response to my outright lie.

So this whole mature scene played out for a few more minutes of her yelling at me, demanding to know the whole story. While I felt more and more attacked and embarrassed so of course, I stuck with my story.

I swear, my tombstone will read: THAT’S MY STORY AND I’M STICKING TO IT.

My stubbornness in the face of being caught in so blatant a lie managed to piss my gf off to no end. We drove home in almost complete silence. The icy atmosphere only being broken up by her demanding to know what happened. But my migraine had kicked into full gear and there was no way in hell I was getting pulled into an all nighter. So I stood my ground.

It wasn’t until the next morning, about 5 minutes before she had to leave for work that I broke down and told her what happened.

But was she happy or satisfied? Yea right.

Now she just had even more to be aggravated with me over.

For one thing, I lied to her. For another, she was pissed I didn’t tell her when she would have had a chance to do something. Lastly, I lied to her. Did I say that already? Oh yea I did, but I thought it bared repeating since this was what had her stuck on repeat for the rest of the day.

I however didn’t see it as a “lie” per say, but more as a timing issue.

To me, a lie is when you have no intention of telling her the truth. But that’s not what happened. I had totally planned on telling her everything, I was just waiting for the right time. I think it was more like strategically timed truth telling. The “lie” she was so upset over was more like a diversion till the truth made an appearance.

Anyways, the long and the short of it was we fought all day long via text messages and then when she got home we had to go sit in the car and continue our argument because any yelling upsets my dogs too much.

We never really came to a conclusion. More of a standstill.

I think she deserved to be temporarily mislead for several reasons and she thinks I have a habit of “lying” to her when bad things happen and only telling her the whole story days later.

So we agreed to disagree and just move on. There comes a time when you just have to let things go and we’re actually getting pretty good at it.

In the long run I guess I’ll tell her if something like that happens again just to save myself the aggravation. But after reading some of the comments I doubt it will, since she’s not likely to let me out of her sight for a while now.

PS: LB PRIDE is coming up this weekend …. you all better be there!

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Drawing Blood at the Abbey

Posted on 05. May, 2009 by Sasha.

Saturday night, Remi and I met up with our good friends, Amazon and Alexa at the Abbey. I haven’t seen the Abbey that packed in … well … ever. It was a madhouse and the crowd was a good trail mix of gay boys, femmes, butches, trannies, lesbians and straight tourists.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not straight-a-phobic. Some of my best friends are straight men. But call me crazy, when I go out to a gay bar in gay WeHo with my gay lover Cindy and our lesbian friends, I don’t appreciate being groped, stalked and grabbed by straight or bi-curios men. Which seemed to be the theme of the evening.

I know I’ve been down this repetitive road before. Yes, maybe I don’t have short hair spiked up into a faux hawk, I wasn’t wearing a cool fedora and a man’s blazer and unfortunately I wasn’t wearing my DYKE tattoo on my forehead. But I would think that the setting, combined with WHO I was there with, holding hands with, and kissing would be some sort of sign that I don’t drive stick.

Yet a random medley of ass hole men still thought I was fair game.

At one point in the evening, Remi and I had gotten into a little tiff and instead of going with her and her bff across the street to grab some munchies, I stayed put by my lonesome to stand in line for the ladies room. On my way to the back of the club I was grabbed again by one of my evening’s stalkers. He was so drunk or just such a big ass that he actually grabbed me and tried to kiss me! When I pushed him off of me and into an innocent group of twinks, he lunged back at me and grabbed my face. By this point I was till off balance from slipping on spilled drinks in four inch heels and trying not to fall down the few stairs that I was teetering on. It was so crowded the only thing I could think of was to go for the groin. So although that is my least favorite area of the male anatomy, I gave it a good slap with the palm of my hand and watched as the pain and shock rippled through him. He immediately let me go and I took off for the bathroom where I found one of Alexa standing in line.

But do I tell her what just happened? No. Of course not. Why? Because my friends are like me, and if someone bothers one of my friends, I want to hunt them down. So I just let it go.

But then I saw the idiot with a group of his friends coming up on the other side of the line so I made some lame excuse to my friend and got out of there. I just didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I was getting a migraine, I was sort of mad at Remi and knew she was mad at me. I was quickly getting over the whole evening and just wanted to go home.

I made it across the street to where Remi and her friend were having a burger. I had calmed down enough to tell her what had just happened but wasn’t sure if I should just wait till we were in the car. Because first of all, I know for a fact that she and Amazon would want me to go back and point him out. I didn’t want a confrontation that night. Not that our group of female Marines couldn’t totally fuck up his group of bougie posers. That wasn’t the point. I just wanted to go home.

But by the time I sat down, Remi was already pissed at me for having run off by myself and then she looks at me in the bright lights of the burger joint and says, “What the FUCK is on your face?”

“What?!” I really had no idea what was on my face.

“That!” she said as she pointed above my lip. I searched Amazon’s face for some answers or a hint and it was obvious that she too saw whatever had Remi seeing red.

“What?!” I asked again.

“That! That’s blood! There’s a scratch on your face and it’s bleeding. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”

Great. So much for waiting for the right moment to tell her ….

——-to be continued—–

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FIGHT HATE NOW

Posted on 30. Apr, 2009 by Sasha.

We just got the news: the U.S. House has passed the fully inclusive Matthew Shepard Act.

This was not an easy victory. But we WON in the House – thanks in part to the tireless, fearless Judy Shepard, who joined me in critical last-minute meetings on Capitol Hill today.

Now the battle moves to the Senate.

We need every Senator to know we want quick action on the inclusive hate crimes bill. You’ve emailed, you’ve called, you’ve donated – and I thank you deeply – but I hope you understand that this fight is far from over.

President Obama has pledged to sign the bill, but to get it to his desk we’ll need to pass it through the Senate first. And with the lies from right-wing groups ALREADY intensifying – one group went so far as to say the bill makes “pedophiles a protected class” and is “pro-child molester” – it’s not going to be easy.

Send Judy’s powerful video to ten friends and ask them to write to the Senate.

The scare tactics continue. Anti-LGBT groups sent lawmakers a note linking to a poster of Jesus that says “WANTED For Violation of the Proposed Hate Crimes Law In His Teachings.”

Our only defense is the truth: in the ten years since Matthew Shepard’s death, tens of thousands more people have been violently attacked for being who they are. It took ten years of lobbying and educating to get to this point – our long wait for hate crimes protections must end now.

Ten friends of yours can help. Send the video to ten friends now!

Warmly,
Joe Solmonese
President
(HRC)

Please click on this –> link and do your part to help Fight The Hate.

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