i’m not one to post twice in one day, but just by the way, the l.a. gay and lesbian center’s presumably annual women’s night was a predictable affair. nothing huge or new to report and no pictures because my camera is still battery-free. plus, i wouldn’t want to do that to your eyes. it seems, friends, that the beating heart of the mainstream lesbian community is still a woman with cropped, bleached hair, designer sunglasses at night, a collared shirt and suit jacket, tight pants, and inexplicable kitten-heeled shoes. dancing on a box. to a remix of “fergaliscious.” ay dios mio!
the good news was there were free hpnotiq drinks. the bad news was they were sweet enough to kill and didn’t get us drunk at all. the good news is there were gift bags. the bad news is our friends had to steal them because they were for VIPs only. the good news is they had little tiny bottles of alcohol inside that we were sucking down eagerly. the bad news is said alcohol was hpnotiq. and so the cycle began again. i am lucky i didn’t end up barfing aqua marine all over my off-white party dress.
whatever, we danced a lot and had a pretty good number in our crew representing. it’s always nice to get out there and show one’s face at these kinds of events. it’s like saying, “i’m here, i’m queer, and i don’t have any money but still dress better than you.” haha, jk. it was fun. it was cool to see the fonda filled with all women, just hanging out. and apparently there was a “shane” from the L word sighting, but my eyes were all blurry from hpnotiq, so there’s no way of knowing.
that’s all.
Oh hypnotic….I dont know why people love that stuff.