Here’s how we do it everyone! This is a blog from one of our straight ally and honorary lesbian contributing writer, Roxy!
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“The L Word” is one of my favorite shows. And guess what? I’m straight. Surprise! A year ago I was hanging out with a close (lesbian) friend of mine and she was recapping her night at Adonis where there was a “The L Word” premiere party. I practically screamed, “’The L Word’?? I love that show!” She looked at me, blinked and said, “You know about ‘The L Word’?” Of course I know about “The L Word”. I don’t live under a rock and I’m sorry, “The L Word” isn’t just for lesbians. Just like black people aren’t the only ones whom are allowed to listen to hip-hop/R&B/rap. I’m just saying. So my friend and I promised we would go to next year’s “The L Word” premiere party at Adonis.
Fast forward to January 6, 2008 and there I am. Hanging out at Adonis with my friend her friends. I was enjoying the drag show and then I started people watching. (It’s one of my favorite things to do.) Then it hit me. Oh. My. God. I was probably one of a handful of straight girls in a sea of lesbians. Then I thought, “Do they know I’m not gay? Can they tell?” You know, because my heterosexuality must have been written all over my face. So I looked around, casually checking out the scene and after a few minutes I decided that nope, no one new my “dirty” little secret. And then I thought to myself, “Why do you even care? You’ve been in tons of gay clubs before and no one cared that you were straight there!” Ah yes….those gay clubs I have been to. Those gay clubs for gay men. I couldn’t believe I had never been around more than a handful of lesbians before. I was comfortable around a few lesbians so I should be comfortable around 100 lesbians! And I was. Until I saw a lesbian that I knew. Let’s call her Lynn. Lynn and I are mere acquaintances. I’ve hung out with her and two other friends before just shooting the breeze over drinks and I decided to go up to her and say “hi”. While Lynn was pretty cordial when I came up to her, her demeanor was cold and her face clearly said, “WTF are you doing here? You are not welcome here!” I quickly said goodbye and went back to my little group but I didn’t mention the encounter but I was troubled.
Remember that “Sex and the City” episode where Charlotte befriends the Power Lesbians? They love her gallery, she thinks they are fab and brilliant and fun to be with…..until Samantha and Miranda ask her if the PLs know that she is straight and Samantha says a lesbian and a straight girl can’t be friends (really??) and Charlotte is just a big clit tease. And then the PLs call Charlotte out on her straightness and basically tell her that even though she feels a connection with them, if she’s not going eat snatch she needs to move along. I felt like Charlotte while I was talking to Lynn. I felt like I was a NARC who was deposited in a high school to get the goods on where the kids were getting their dope. In a two minute conversation, Lynn made me feel like I was not welcome to the party. And I was pissed and it was all I could think about for a good twenty minutes until finally deciding that Lynn didn’t know me and the little group of lesbians I hung out with all night didn’t give a rat’s ass I was straight. All they cared about was if I was having a good time and how long I could shake it on the dance floor.
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Juliet
