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Pride + Ex’s = Guaranteed Drama

Posted on 29. Apr, 2009 by Sasha.

As any of you locals know, Long Beach Pride is coming up in a few weeks. Can I just say that I can NOT wait!!!

First of all, last year’s Pride was pretty awesome. I was hanging with a big group of hot lesbians and it was actually on the last night of Pride at a club that I ended up meeting Remi for the very first time face to face. Which makes me wonder how many couples are made and lost over Pride weekend? I think someone should do a poll.

Last year’s Pride was pretty full of drama. On the first night of Pride was the first night I slept with Mr. and then the very next night, on the last day, is when I met Remi. Eeeeeekkk …. when I lay it all out there like that, on a little time line it’s creepier then it sounded in my head.

It was also the first day Mr. (the woman I was so totally into) met my group of friends. Let’s just say that was a huge disaster. So what do I do? I go home with her, sleep with her and then end up crying because she didn’t kiss me. Gawd, can someone say pathetic? What’s even worse was instead of that being a sign to move on, I took it as a sign that she had been so badly hurt in her last relationship that she was afraid to get close to me. So of course that made me want her even more.

But anyone who reads my blog, or wants to go back and read old blogs can see how badly that all turned out. She broke my heart …. a few times. But don’t fret, Remi was my happy ending. It just took me some time to realize it.

So this year’s Pride promises to be interesting. I’ll be going with Remi of course. But at least one or two of her ex’s will be roaming around. Not to mention that Mr. will no doubtably make an appearance with her group of friends. Plus there’s at least a hand full of girls I’ve slept with, several hand fulls I’ve made out with and least a few actual ex’s that hate my guts that wouldn’t miss Pride for the world.

Yep. I can’t wait. The really big question is: What am I going to wear? I mean besides the huge “DYKE” tattoo on my forehead.

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Amazons: The OG Lesbian

Posted on 07. Apr, 2008 by Sasha.

I remember my first time in a lesbian bar. It was Girl Bar in West Hollywood and I went alone, not quite sure of what to expect. When I got there I was struck by the fact that what I was witnessing was nothing short of an anthropological discovery. The music pounded and the whole club pulsed in rhythm with it. Women moving as one in a primal unison of sweat and lust. I looked around and took note of all the different types of women I saw. Glamorous femmes, sexy tombois, confident butches and a hundred degrees in between. My mind recalled stories I’d read about Amazons. A society ruled by women where the only purpose men served was for breeding. Even then, the boy children would be given back to the fathers and only the girl babies were kept and raised to carry on the Amazon tradition.

As I surveyed the scene that unfolded before me, I started comparing what I saw with the world outside these four walls. For every role and position men held in everyday life, there was a woman here that filled that role just as well, if not better. Like a cast of characters: the husband, the boyfriend, the lawyer, the doctor, the wife, the mother, the stripper, the whore, the provider, the nurturer, the protector. Every role could be easily cast with the women in this room. Then it dawned on me that this new and improved cast extended beyond the clubs and into the real lives of every lesbian. Women have been living like this since before recorded time. The stories are legendary and handed down to us in the mythical archetypes of Amazons.

I’m of the opinion that lesbians are the descendants and little sisters of these legendary figures and symbols of female strength and ultimate independence from a patriarchal regime. The spirit of the Amazon lives on in us. The sisterhood that was sacred to them, is sacred to us. The pride and courage these warriors lived and died by still courses through our veins as we drive down Santa Monica Blvd. in our SUV’s and hybrids. Most of the time we don’t feel it, because it’s not always needed. But when something threatens us, our rights, our freedom, our safety or our loved ones, something clicks inside us. The blood rite that’s ours is felt in every cell of our being. Our hearts pound with adrenaline and we unknowingly call on the strength of our predecessors and an Amazonian will to survive shines through. Much to the surprise of most around us. But its no surprise to us or our sisters. Because we know. We know what power and strength lies within our inner circle that most of the world never sees. We know how our hearts beat with love and pride in who we are and that we’re stronger together than alone.

So we continue to gather in our ritualistic manner, under the cloak of darkness, in loud clubs and crappy neighborhood dives. Not hidden but not part of the world either. Demarcated by invisible lines that show us where it’s safe to be seen in daylight and where it’s not. Outlining small segments like West Hollywood and Long Beach, leaving us happy to have a small part of the map carved out for us, no matter how small.

But true to our lineage, we press on. Pushing those invisible lines out further every day. Quietly overcoming and achieving while most of the world sits comfortably in their self-deluded status quo. Well let them, but we know better … Amazons are not to be relegated to second class citizens for long.

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