Card Carrying Lesbian … What’s in your wallet?

Lana a.k.a Lesbian Bait

Posted on 02. Mar, 2010 by Sasha.

The other night we went out to Girl Bar, with Lana in tow. I had assured Lana several times, that she would not be mauled, attacked or hit on. I mean after all, it’s a lesbian bar and while it is a bar, we are still women. Which in my experience has meant that in general, women are usually pretty shy and don’t hit on each other without some serious body language giving the green light. And not even then most of the time!

All too often lesbian clubs remind me of those horrible 6th grade dances when all the boys would stand on one side of the gym and all the girls would line up on the opposite wall, waiting, hoping and wishing that that cute little boy that was 6 inches shorter then them would have the nerve to come over and ask them to dance.

So after multiple assurances on my part, that Lana would not be molested on her first night at a dyke bar, the ladies of West Hollywood quickly took up the challenge to make a liar out of me.

We hadn’t been there ten minutes before a girl walks up to our group, circles around, gives Lana an up and down appraisal, literally shakes her head yes, as if to say, “Yep, that’ll do!” and walked over to our group of five. I mean really, how often does a woman have the guts to approach an entire group of females just to get at one in the center?

She leaned in and yelled over the blaring music, “My friend is having a party right down the street and told me to come and find some hot women to bring over.”

We smiled, said thank you and maybe. Laughing hysterically that Lana had just been cruised mere moments after sitting down.

This type of thing happened through out the night. It was actually pretty funny watching the women circle around Lana like sharks circle fresh chum.

But nothing would make my night like what ended up happening out on the dance floor. Apparently, Lana is irresistible to older, shorter lesbians. Well, one in particular. Before we knew it, she was being man-handled by a very pushy woman.

Seeing my friend in distress I did what any good friend does, I threw my girlfriend in between them, confident that the interloper would take a hint. [...]

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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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First Night Out in a While …. Oh boy

Posted on 25. Jan, 2009 by Sasha.

A few of you asked me to re-post this so here it is. This is the previously deleted post that I took down because a reader left a scathing comment. Usually I have pretty thick skin but I guess I didn’t yesterday. But thanks to some of your comments I feel a little better so I’ve re-posted in an attempt to stay true to what I like to do, which is be painfully honest about the highs and lows. This was a low. So be it. I’m not only NOT perfect, I’m pretty fucked up sometimes. I know this. Remi knows this. I’ve apologized to her for the evening and she forgave me, so that’s all that matters.

So tonight was the first night that Remi and I have been out since she got discharged from the Marine Corps. But before we get to WeHo let’s back up a bit. [...]

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East West Lounge: Worth the $20 Drinks?

Posted on 10. Jul, 2008 by Sasha.

Last Thursday night my girls and I made the trek out to WeHo to check out East West. I had read in a little lesbian magazine that this was the place to go rub shoulders with a better class of ladies. Hmph. We shall see … and see we did.

We got there a little early, around 9:30. The sapphic gods were smiling down on us since we found parking and got right in, without so much as a second wasted in line. Once inside we made our way over to the bar in seek of the legendary $20 cocktail. On our way over we tried to take in the scene: elegant couches stretched down the center of the room, more couches lined the far wall.

Women of all shapes and sizes formed small cliques and although the room was crowded, the cliques managed to stay in tact. Never parting to mingle except when forcibly separated by a tipsy lesbian on her way to the co-ed bathroom, parting the tight knit groups like the red sea only to see them swallow up the empty space as quickly as it had opened.

It took at least thirty minutes if not more to get the attention of a cute bartender. He was cute, but he was also a he. I noticed a very hot little bartender with short dark hair and a black wife beater that showed off her perfect arms and sexy tatts. But alas, we were stuck with the cute gay boy. Oh well.

I ordered my usual, a cape cod and was more than happy to see that although overpriced, they’re not too stingy with the 80 proof. While enjoying my drink and trying to get a look at the women that were now spilling into the club from the long line that had formed outside, Maggie and I noticed a VIP room above our heads. Where three butchy women stood perched high above the crowds, drinking Corona’s and pointing to various girls in the club.

Immediately Maggie and I put our heads together and discussed becoming VIP members just so that we too, could look down at everyone else. Except this time literally instead of just figuratively.

So in conclusion my review of East West is very favorable. If you’re looking for a place where all the beautiful people go to look at each other, than this is it. If you’re OK spending an arm and a leg on drinks than you’ll love it. But in fairness, there’s no cover, so your first drink evens out. There’s good music, but no dancing. I didn’t get any numbers but I did get my ass grabbed by a few girls who ended up being there with their girlfriends.

But I did see a few women that really caught my eye but we left before I had worked up the courage to talk to them. Maybe I’ll run into them next time, from what I hear a lot of women are regulars on Thursday nights. I just might end up being one of them.

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Cloned Lesbians

Posted on 03. Apr, 2008 by Sasha.

What’s up with the mini-me versions of lesbian girlfriends? I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed that quite a few lesbian couples sort of look like long lost twins of one another. Not that there’s anything wrong with this. I’m not saying that there’s anything Freudian about wanting to make love to yourself or anything like that. My real question is where the heck do they find each other?

Let’s take a few of my friends for example. I’ll change the names so that if they ever happen on this blog they won’t kill me. First there’s Jeanine and Jackie. They’re not clones per say since one is Jewish and one’s Asian. But let’s look at the rest of the picture shall we? They’re both about 5ft7, skinny enough to make Giselle jealous, long straight black hair and they both sport jeans and hoodies on a daily basis. Despite being different races, strangers still ask if they’re sisters.

Than there’s my other friend, let’s call her Maggie. She also happens to be skinny and beautiful but she has short, light brown hair and her own sexy style of dressing. She and I have been the single girls in the group until recently when she imported from another state her very own clone of a girlfriend. I didn’t think it was possible yet there they were, in all their glory one night at a local gay bar where I went to meet the newbie. I had to keep sneaking glances at them and taking inventory on the striking similarities: Same height, both super skinny, similar style of dress, same skin color, same freakin’ hair color and style! To top it off, I think they’re in love!

I remember reading somewhere about the biological purpose of beauty. It said that when you look around a crowded room and you lock eyes with a stranger and all of a sudden you think to yourself, “I’m in love.” What you’ve really done is found someone who looks just like you. Even if you don’t want to admit it, we all think we’re pretty hot stuff, so it makes sense if we find someone who looks like us, we’d probably think they’re pretty hot too.

So I guess that’s it huh? A biological reason for all the cloned lesbian couples running around West Hollywood and Long Beach. Like I said earlier, where the heck do I have to go to get one of those?

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