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12/29/09
...Continued from last week. It wasn’t the price or the location that drew me to this Motel 6, but the pure tawdry value of it. As a writer, I get off on a good story, and everything about this place screamed future blog post. It was 3 a.m. when we arrived and Zuko had to dodge drunken men and women meandering out of the strip club next door to park. I went inside alone, and the bearded lady at the desk handed me two keys and said she wouldn’t charge me for the extra person because we wouldn’t be using the room for very long. I love the assumptions she made without me saying a word. It was right about now that Zuko confided in me that she wasn’t sure she was ready for what it meant to be in an open relationship. Which meant she...
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12/22/09
I woke up Sunday morning in a Motel 6 next to a strip club to a woman yelling "I need a large black trash bag quick!" The Italian I was entangled in and I turned to each other and laughingly said, "I don't want to know." The evening started out much classier, I swear. Donning a suit, I listened to NCLR’s lead counsel Shannon Minter talk about the role of the State of Oregon in the LGBT rights movement. I felt inspired, excited and elegant for four glorious hours before heading out to the after party. Still wearing my sophisticated lawyer bling, I strutted out to take full advantage of my night in “the big city.” When you’re stuck in law school in a small town, it’s...
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12/15/09
I’m a gal who loves labels. Be it butch or femme, Chanel or Chloe, a label tells you what you’re getting. If I walk into a store and buy a Gucci tie, I know it’ll be masculine with an undertone of feminine style, and if I find a butch to put it on, I want to know she’ll be the same. I understand people’s fears of labels. Everyone is afraid of being stereotyped and fenced in. But as queer women, aren’t we supposed to like boxes? Sexual innuendos aside, we are a community that wants to know what we’re getting ourselves in to. Dating sites have questionnaires allowing for top, bottom or switch type categorizations for a reason. People don’t want to spend hours flirting just to end up with two quarterbacks and no wide receiver....
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12/08/09
Dancing burlesque has its perks. I get to buy fabulous vintage ensembles, put to use my years of acting and dance classes, be the center of attention, and see other sexy women in the dressing room. The best part, though, is the self-confidence that comes from knowing that, if only for a moment, everyone in the room is waiting, anticipating, and hoping to see me naked. I’m a size 16, and, as much as I love my body, society has told me my whole life that no one wants to see it. Burlesque, on the other hand, has told me everyone wants to see it. As my best friend, and fellow plus-size burlesque star, Alotta Boutté says, “I’m not hiding anything. If you act like an ass later about my size then you’re the ass, not me.” Despite my insecurities,...
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12/02/09
December 1st is my birthday, and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the month of my birth than by declaring it Drama-Free December. As lesbian life too often goes, I have been recently plagued by drama. Sometimes this is completely and utterly my fault, and I lead myself right into the battle. Other times I’m just an innocent passerby who has been grabbed and dragged in. Most times, it’s somewhere in the middle and I don’t realize I’m actually in drama until I’m sitting having a beer explaining the situation to a laughing Token Straight Guy. Obviously, sex is often the cause of drama, especially when people are at different places in their sexual explorations. But instead of avoiding sex altogether (is this even possible?),...
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