Man, I like music reviews. I'm terrible at it, but practice makes perfect, yes? Unfortunately that means I need to practice other reviews. Today, I shall review a blog.
If you are a lesbian and don't read Effing Dykes, you need to get on the shit immediately. I have a personal problem reading it. I am slightly obsessive and my friends like to joke about me reading the "lesbo blog" or something. I'm not sure what they're saying cuz I'm laughing my ass off at Krista. (Actually, my best friend/roomie- not Ms. Biffle, Ms. QueenBee we're now calling her- she's also obsessed with the blog and she's straight.) It's funny, it's entertaining and educating. It helps a whole hell of a lot with my terrible gaydar (though I can now find a dyke in a small midwestern town in ten minutes flat!). And the best part is she sprinkles it with cute girls. I love cute girls and funny edumacation mixed together, it's my crack.
You can probably tell when I've been reading this blog, I start to sound like her. Oops.
She's hilarious, as I have said, but I can't emphasize it enough. When I first came out as a honest-to-God lesbian, I did it in a stupid way- I was still trying to kinda convince myself it was a phase at the same time being open about it. You want a mindfuck, try that. I fucked my mind so hard it's still recovering four months later. Anyway, I was googling gaydar tips, and up comes Effing Dykes.
I finally felt like there was a group of people I actually belonged to. And they all read Effing Dykes and I didn't know any of them, but that didn't matter- they existed.
All the tips she shared gave me a general idea, or let the vague ideas in my head click. Some I don't agree with and others are totally true.
Okay, I was going to look up the blogs that I found most useful and got lost in just how much I love it. So go get lost in Effing Dykes and come back and report here later. Or don't.
She educates and entertains, I get confused and try to educate myself and go a little crazy. You probably enjoy her crazy more.
Also, K.D. Lang is repeatedly singing my name right now and it's driving me crazy. She is singing directly to me. Asking me questions I would like to know the answer to. Get out of my head! Even though I'm listening to an album nearly a decade... still. (She's apparently asking herself the same questions I am, and we share the same name. Also, both lesbians. We should start a club.)
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