GAH!
My friend Heather told me she has a dyke friend named Elena. They saw me at the cafeteria at school and Heather said,
"There's Bionic. You should be friends with her, I think you have a lot in common." -Heather. Elena then proceeds to think Heather is trying to fix us up.
"Oh come on! You know I only date white girls! I GUESS she's kind of attractive. But she's too punky. I want someone I can go to the MOMA or the Symphony with." -Elena
"Well, if you got to know Bionic...you'd know that's what she does." -Heather
I'm enraged.
I can't help it if i'm not full white. Elena didn't even realize that I was half. And on top of that, Elena is Filipino, and I am half Filipino.
Basically, i'm one half of what she claims she wants and one half of what she actually is.
I don't know why, but when Heather told me that, I cried. I'm tired of being excluded from dyke scenes because of my race, because of the way I dress, and because I don't like Ani DiFranco. I'm a good person. And i'm not one of those fickle experimental girls. It doesn't take me 100 more years to know I want to eat pussy for the rest of my life.
I spent a good part of last night crying and trying to figure out a way to trick the lesbians in SF into treating me like a human being and not treating me like i'm invisible or like i'm some kind of freak. I'd had enough. I thought, "Maybe if I take this goddamned ring out of my nose, or chose to either grow out my hair or shave it, I would be 'normal.' I could be just like one of them. "
But then I woke up this morning and thought, "No. I won't be like them. I'll declare war on the entire SF lesbo community."
I'm going to befriend every nerd, every freak, everyone with purple hair and piercings in their frickin' eyes. And I will be the lesbian's Satan. The dark angel that fell from their heaven and was banished for being different. But I will raise my own ranks of the fallen and fight.
And San Francisco, i'm issuing a challenge to you, i'm challenging you to think outside of your comfort zone and think for yourselves for a change. Look past race and clothes to find the beauty in others.
In my lifetime, I have dated 7 men and 9 women. Blacks, Whites, Mexicans, Biracials, Bisexuals, Lesbians. Fat, skinny. Skaters, punks, preps, gangster-rappers, athletes, ravers, musicians, chemists. I don't care about what someone looks like on the outside and you know why?
Because out of the 16 people i've dated, even though i've only fallen in love with 2 of them, I have seen beauty in each and every one.
So i'm challenging you, dykes of SF. And if you ignore me, be aware that every year I learn more, I grow stronger and more beautiful and more powerful. I will defeat your monotypal ideology.
One day, you will not be able to ignore me.
And I will outshine you all.
My friend Heather told me she has a dyke friend named Elena. They saw me at the cafeteria at school and Heather said,
"There's Bionic. You should be friends with her, I think you have a lot in common." -Heather. Elena then proceeds to think Heather is trying to fix us up.
"Oh come on! You know I only date white girls! I GUESS she's kind of attractive. But she's too punky. I want someone I can go to the MOMA or the Symphony with." -Elena
"Well, if you got to know Bionic...you'd know that's what she does." -Heather
I'm enraged.
I can't help it if i'm not full white. Elena didn't even realize that I was half. And on top of that, Elena is Filipino, and I am half Filipino.
Basically, i'm one half of what she claims she wants and one half of what she actually is.
I don't know why, but when Heather told me that, I cried. I'm tired of being excluded from dyke scenes because of my race, because of the way I dress, and because I don't like Ani DiFranco. I'm a good person. And i'm not one of those fickle experimental girls. It doesn't take me 100 more years to know I want to eat pussy for the rest of my life.
I spent a good part of last night crying and trying to figure out a way to trick the lesbians in SF into treating me like a human being and not treating me like i'm invisible or like i'm some kind of freak. I'd had enough. I thought, "Maybe if I take this goddamned ring out of my nose, or chose to either grow out my hair or shave it, I would be 'normal.' I could be just like one of them. "
But then I woke up this morning and thought, "No. I won't be like them. I'll declare war on the entire SF lesbo community."
I'm going to befriend every nerd, every freak, everyone with purple hair and piercings in their frickin' eyes. And I will be the lesbian's Satan. The dark angel that fell from their heaven and was banished for being different. But I will raise my own ranks of the fallen and fight.
And San Francisco, i'm issuing a challenge to you, i'm challenging you to think outside of your comfort zone and think for yourselves for a change. Look past race and clothes to find the beauty in others.
In my lifetime, I have dated 7 men and 9 women. Blacks, Whites, Mexicans, Biracials, Bisexuals, Lesbians. Fat, skinny. Skaters, punks, preps, gangster-rappers, athletes, ravers, musicians, chemists. I don't care about what someone looks like on the outside and you know why?
Because out of the 16 people i've dated, even though i've only fallen in love with 2 of them, I have seen beauty in each and every one.
So i'm challenging you, dykes of SF. And if you ignore me, be aware that every year I learn more, I grow stronger and more beautiful and more powerful. I will defeat your monotypal ideology.
One day, you will not be able to ignore me.
And I will outshine you all.
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