Fucking sneaky dykes
4 October 2007 00:36![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maystoneApparently Dar and I are not just part of but actual leaders of our very own Lesbian Conspiracy. ::throws labia shaped confettii:: Forget the cheap-ass toaster oven, we're after a fucking million dollar kitchen renovation!
Who's with us?!
ETA. Sorry to be so cryptic before; the meds were kicking in and coherence was trotting down the hall and out the door.
OK, so a friend of ours is in the middle of a messy separation that just got messier. One of the husband's friends for some reason has really taken a dislike to Dar (who he's met but he doesn't even have the brain cells to realize that) and has emailed her a few times to let her know that she's talking out of her ass whenever she chimes in with her opinion. The latest email was to say that she and I are engaged in a lesbian conspiracy to keep the couple apart. Bwah!
The last resort of the dickless wonders of the world. It's not that the husband is an abusive, manipulative asshole. Oh no. All of this can be laid at the feet of our insatiable lesbian desire to trick all straight women into the fold. And yes that's a pun :) Which Dickless Wonder #1 would totally not get.
God, it really brings back fond memories of my 20s, going out carousing with my girlfriends (who ran the gamut from 100% dyke to straight and happily married) and always always running into 1)"What are you girls doing out alone" which rapidly devolved into 2) "What are you, dykes?" when we told them to get lost. I say it's a fond memory because after 1 and 2 came 3 and that was us all shouting a joyful "Yes!" followed by a group make-out session that everyone jumped into. Then, of course, we'd be kicked out, but you know, there were plenty of other bars :)
My girlfriends were fucking awesome. Still are.
Who's with us?!
ETA. Sorry to be so cryptic before; the meds were kicking in and coherence was trotting down the hall and out the door.
OK, so a friend of ours is in the middle of a messy separation that just got messier. One of the husband's friends for some reason has really taken a dislike to Dar (who he's met but he doesn't even have the brain cells to realize that) and has emailed her a few times to let her know that she's talking out of her ass whenever she chimes in with her opinion. The latest email was to say that she and I are engaged in a lesbian conspiracy to keep the couple apart. Bwah!
The last resort of the dickless wonders of the world. It's not that the husband is an abusive, manipulative asshole. Oh no. All of this can be laid at the feet of our insatiable lesbian desire to trick all straight women into the fold. And yes that's a pun :) Which Dickless Wonder #1 would totally not get.
God, it really brings back fond memories of my 20s, going out carousing with my girlfriends (who ran the gamut from 100% dyke to straight and happily married) and always always running into 1)"What are you girls doing out alone" which rapidly devolved into 2) "What are you, dykes?" when we told them to get lost. I say it's a fond memory because after 1 and 2 came 3 and that was us all shouting a joyful "Yes!" followed by a group make-out session that everyone jumped into. Then, of course, we'd be kicked out, but you know, there were plenty of other bars :)
My girlfriends were fucking awesome. Still are.
