We all know at least one. A lucky girl who knew before she hit puberty that she was going to be a lady lover. Saving her years of awkward sexual relationships with the wrong gender before coming to the conclusion that she was never meant to find her Prince in shining armor. But instead should have been looking for her Princess or Queen.
Yep. When I count how many gold-star lesbians I know I don’t have to hurt my brain with the math. It totals a sky high one. You read that right, I only know one woman that can legitimately claim to be the real deal.
For those of you living under a rock, a gold-star lesbian is a woman who has never ever had sex with a man. Gawd, what I wouldn’t do to turn back time. But until that happens all I can do is be proud of the fact that I’ve been sleeping with women for more years now than I had slept with men. That should count for something, right?
Which brings me to my point. One night one of my friends announced proudly that since it had been five whole years since she had slept with the enemy, she was now a born-again lesbian. Which is about as realistic as straight-church-going-born-again virgins but hey, it got me thinking. Why not?
Personally I didn’t sleep with a boy till I was twenty. No I wasn’t a late bloomer, I was just gay and didn’t know why I was stalling so long. My detour into Hetero-Ville lasted till I was twenty-four. With a year or two after that stuck in Bi-Town. I eventually got my sense of direction and have been living happily in Homo City for the last four years, six if you count my over all time as a queer girl.
So you see, I’ve been sleeping with women for two years longer than I was mistakenly sleeping with men. Maybe we can get some sort of credit for that? Like a silver star once you’ve slept with women for as long as you slept with men? Or once you’ve slept with more women than men. You get a bronze star once your time in Homo City has surpassed your time in Hetero-Ville.
Shoot, maybe we could get a tarnished gold star once we get married to the woman of our dreams and adopt a bi-racial baby?
Well, while I would love to claim to be some sort of gold star lesbian I can’t. Unless you count what’s inside and not just my past. Because if you could see beneath the surface, you’d see a big bright gold star stamped on my beating heart. Representing the pride and love I feel for the lesbian community and the hope I have for finding the future Mrs. Sasha … er, wait. Just because it’s legal I’m still not jumping on that bandwagon. We’ll just call her Miss Right.