Card Carrying Lesbian … What’s in your wallet?

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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Myspace the Ultimate Lesbian Network

Posted on 09. Apr, 2008 by Sasha.

Myspace gets a bad rap with all the pedophiles and kidnappers on there. But hey, it’s no worse than LA. Personally, I love MySpace. I actually owe Tom a little thank you for the awesome group of ladies I now call my posse.

It all started one night when I was browsing MySpace for single lesbians in my area. I’d gotten to a place where I really didn’t care to meet anyone, I was just “looking.” Yea right! You know how that goes, when you don’t want to admit to anyone, little lone yourself how pathetically bored you’ve become with the local prospects. So in the privacy of your bedroom you turn to your own private pimp, Tom of MySpace to see what he’s got in his stable of cyber singles and swingers, all conveniently categorized into age, location and other vital stats. So I made my selection: women, 21-30, single, gay, with at least a college education, no children and within 20 miles of my zip code. I hit the return button and Tom didn’t disappoint.

Almost immediately I came across a profile called “Now Recruiting.” It was a page put together by three best friends, tired of wasting their time on douche bag fakes and morons who couldn’t differentiate between “they’re” and “their.” They had put together an ingenious application process meant to weed through the grammatically challenged and bisexually slutty. Slutty was fine as long as you were only being a gay slut. If you couldn’t count how many men you’d slept with or know when you needed to refer to a dictionary, you probably weren’t their cup of tea.

Something in their witty sarcasm and high standards struck a chord with me and so I sat down with a cup of coffee and spent an afternoon filling out their application. I’m proud to say that I was their first recruit. From the first time I met them, there was a connection that I knew meant only one thing: I’d found some real friends. The type of friends you can see yourself with twenty years down the line.

Throughout the next few months many girls applied and many girls failed to pass the test. We eventually ended up with two more girls bringing the count to six. This number would prove to be a little fluid with the addition and subtraction of significant others that would come and go. I think there’s a few keepers in that list so the number’s a bit higher now.

But the funniest thing is that this application process proved extremely effective. It seemed that the lucky few who survived the grammar section of the test all seemed to get along from the moment we met, as if we’d been friends forever. Which is useful since that’s exactly how long I plan on hanging out with them.

So while Tom has yet to deliver what I ordered: a tall, educated and super hot chick with eyes only for me, he’s done something better. He hooked me up with my best buds who are proving to be a great source of inspiration, both personally and professionally.

I don’t know about facebook, but I know that Myspace is definitely dyke friendly and lesbian approved by yours truly, a card carrying lesbian since 2001.

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