by CLIFF SYRINGE
Last time I was in HEAVEN I got so pasted on Pale Ale, my liver is still in revolt. I was drinking to forget.
I was guzzling suds like gatorade to put the burn on that cold feeling of imminent doom I get whenever my friends set to fucking each other. Especially when one of them's fucked me first.
Why?
I tend to take a propriety interest in the places I've been, in defiance of the actual owner.
What's the story?
A few months before I came out as a Lesbian, my buddy Sudden Death invited me to attend a reading @ EveryWoman's Books. Which I did, blowing off a chance to catch Mr. Post-Modern @ Mocambo. I came away with a greater understanding of the Lesbian Perspective. I felt that I could OWN it, Make it MINE! An escalating lust for my friend Sudden Death only added veracity to this conclusion.
Uh Huh.
A week later there was a drunken bonding session @ RUMORS. We got into each other's minds while a pudgy mute queen discreetly fondled my chest. A couple of times I wanted him to take his mitts off, ;but felt it would impugn my queer identity to ask. Sure, I was in a gay bar, but how could I explain that I was queer for girls? Besides...he was buying the scotch.
Afterwards, Sudden Death invited herself over to my place where we achieved ignition. But it was back to "just friends" from then on. (@ her request, I confess.) She turned up @ my coming out party, of course. But we didn't see each other much after that.
What's the difference between Lesbian Feminist and Lesbian Queer?
In the broadest sense: One's Politics, The other's SEX.
Pass me that lipstick honey! I'm going to town!
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