Marsupialized wrote:I really enjoy the company of lesbians, I always have gotten along swimmingly with them. I also get along with gay dudes pretty well, never had a problem with either.
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I have dated several "lesbians" as well, always worked out well.
Most of the lesbians I've met have been really cool, but sometimes I'm afraid of making a weird faux-pas...
I used to date a girl who kinda "swung both ways" as it were. One summer we went to the Pride Parade on Halsted. It was a blast. We got wasted on beer and wine. All was going well until it suddenly started pouring down rain. It was one of those mid-summer cloudbursts that just seem to come out of nowhere.
Within seconds, chaos erupted. Everybody went scrambling for cover in all different directions. Our group was about to disband, and each person head for home, when one of my then-girlfriend's lezzie friends led us to a storefront that was owned by an older lesbian couple. It was a candle/incense/greeting card/jewelry boutique. Yeah, they were kind of hippyish, but they were actually real nice and they let us chill in there while the rain blew over. They even did what they could to preserve the party atmosphere. One of them went upstairs to their apartment and broke out some refreshments, offered us drinks and everything.
After the rain died down, we all went to one of their apartments and sat around smoking pot, drinking, listening to music and talking. There I was in this strange apartment, surrounded by sapphic women listening to the Indigo Girls, when I suddenly spotted this other guy across the room. He was reclining on the floor with his girlfriend, just kinda rubbing her back or something. He caught my eye, then gave me this big, beaming smile and did a sort of thumbs-up gesture. I had to laugh, it was fucking hilarious.
Eventually, dinnertime rolled around and we decided to leave. One of my then-gf's friends was a young, really "butchy"-looking chick with a short, James Dean-like haircut who'd been wearing aviator sunglasses all day, even when it was cloudy and raining. She and I had sort of hit it off earlier in the day while talking about music. All the girls were hugging one another good bye and when I approached this Jimmy Dean chick, my first impulse was to give her a big, hearty handshake. I grasped her hand and slapped her on the shoulder, but then suddenly it seemed really awkward, like I ought to give her a hug or something. But then, I didn't know if that would be perceived as crossing some kind of weird boundary or something. I thought "what the hell" and gave her a big hug anyway. I think it was the right thing to do.
