*genteel cough* Not to, y'know, be an observer of attractive dykes or anything, but I have a class that is haven for the lady-lovin' ladies. This is surprising because A) It is not a women's or queer studies class. That's usually where all the chicks are at. Why? Because everyone says that to be a "true" lesbian, you must know the history of feminism and all that, to be able to lecture all the "breeders" on the past sins of all heterosexuals.I happen to think that's bullshit because the chick who brings rants to a party is left in the corner. And by party I mean life in general. Nobody wants to be friends with a walking lecture. B) The class has a horrible time slot in a horrible building, so I kind of assumed not many people would be there anyway, let alone five lesbians.
After several classes of somewhat sneaky observation (I want to make friends and all, but I don't want to accidentally start a conversation with a Captain Crazy. And let me tell you, there's a lot of crazy clitorists in the world. I've even been one), I have figured out a rough estimate of the girls.
The Baby Butch- I want to put her in my pocket. I want her to want to put me in her pocket. I want to be friends simply because she possesses waves of cool that spill out of her pores. She has a slightly midwestern accent, dog tags, facilitates the kink club, and is basically the outspoken, confidant woman I so desire to become. I guess part of me wishes that if I associate with girls like her, I will be more comfortable in being my own self. Cheesy? Yes. Oh well.
Fresh-Faced Flannel- I think she might be bi, but not entirely sure. She wears a lot of plaid and talks with her best (guy) friend in a way that imitates classic baby dyke speech patterns. Nice, obviously shy, and a cool girl but not one I'll end up talking to, just because we're on opposite ends of the classroom. Literally, I'm so far away from her that for a conversation, we'd have to set up tin cans and a string.
Multi-colored Giraffe- She is tall, gorgeous and her hair is at least three shades of pink and blonde. She checked out the girl in front of her in such a way that I have no doubt she's gay. Or maybe I just wish she was, even though I'm not going after anyone this semester.
Closeted Girl- How do I know? First off, I'm good at finding closeted gays. It's a skill, I think. Second off, I've had several classes with her, and sometimes she can't help but look at the ladies. Third off, she's timid, yet always tries to start conversations with someone who's clearly Out and Proud (like me and Baby). I don't think Baby Butch notices anyone all that much, actually, but I talk to Closet Case because I've been there, and she's cool, and it's nice to have friends in a crowded classroom, even if you're barely acquaintances
Bonus- Fetch Girl from another class- She's cool, calm, and collected. She's got confidence, smarts, and beautiful yet tasteful tattoos. Much like Baby Butch, I want to be friends because she intrigues me and because I want to surround myself with people who just don't give a damn what others think. Because right now, I need people who don't care what I do, because the ones I love are expressing concern that I'm antisocial when right now, I'm not looking for more people like them. I'm having a time period of "differently social".
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