If you’re not schmoozing away at a lesbian party sweating buckets like Jane Fonda, you’re likely to be making love to your microphone at a lesbian karaoke bar. No, I don’t get the phenomenon neither, but I’ve been to enough lesbian bars to be able to present this list to you. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, the top 10 songs you’re most likely to hear at a lesbian karaoke bar.
Good riddance to the still-growing little munchkin lesbians under twenty-one years of age. An all new adults-only girls party, LUST, has arrived and it kicks off this coming Sunday, 29 November 2009, at Stereolab.
Gaycakes is a bespoke cake maker whose aim is to make your celebration personal, with a chuckle or two. When the time comes, I want them to be designing my wedding cake.
So here’s me doing my part to keep lesbians fit and helping fat butches lose weight. Take part in this lesbian badminton tournament today, my fellow lesbians.
Now you know what to say, when the next scary-looking butch hits on you, my dear straight blankette.
It has been fun being a guest judge, and it was pleasantly enjoyable and extremely entertaining – the skits the contestants were involved in were fab although I haven’t got a fucking clue what shuffling meant. I can’t say I remember all of them – they began to look alike after 60 seconds but one particular contestant did manage to break through the clutter and capture my attention.
Guess who’s going to be a judge that night? Heh. Yup… yours truly. I won’t bite, promise.
This month’s issue of LOTL is special to me – I penned my first cover story and well, Rebecca’s always such a joy to work with. Grab a copy if you’re in Australia. For all curious, lets just say if all women on the covers of LOTL are indeed lesbians, ugly lesbian lawyers won’t be as miserable as they are right now.
The article I wrote was dedicated to Aware Singapore. I was proud of how we stood by together for all women. For all women. I wanted the Aussies to know too. That this little red dot isn’t some fascist state whatsoever. That we do care for each other. For everyone. 140 characters can only do so much, no?
Hey, I’m sorry too. Really, I am.
