bionicfemme

I have schoolwork up the ass to finish but can't get grounded enough to sit down and do it. I almost went to another lesbian poetry open mic but didn't because I really wasn't in the mood to hear badly written sestinas about vaginas nor see 7 movement interpretive dances entitled "My cunt" that always happen at those things. I went to the Castro and bought a book at the gay bookstore called "Cherry" which is all about a young babydyke in London who tries to find out about lesbian lifestyle by clubbing every night and trying to find some girl who'll fuck her. It looks very funny and energetic, sort of like a British version of Michelle Tea.

I almost got another Ann Bannon 1950's lesbian romance novel to convince myself that wholesome unadulterated love between two women can in fact exist but held back on getting her fourth book in her Beebo Brinker chronicles, "Women in the Shadows." After reading three novels that tell the breathless and fiery romance between Laura, the neurotic femme writer and Beebo, the tough gallant butch from the South, I was disappointed to see that at the end of this story Laura leaves Beebo (who becomes an alcholic that threatens to kill her for cheating on her with another woman) for a man (who was previously gay in the past three novels) and decides she's totally straight.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT ABOUT.

I know it was written in the 1950's and all but damn...Bannon's novels always ended happily or with a character moving to another town to further seek out love. To see Laura go back to men was nauseating and unrealistic.

I also caught a glimpse of "Tipping the velvet" which also looks interesting. The back of the book claimed Sarah Waters was definitely "The voice to carry lesbian fiction to the mainstream."

I wanted that voice to be me!!!

It looks like a good book though. I was just mad because again the main character is a heroic butch who gets her heart broken by a neurotic femme and plays the hurt wounded rebel, a total lesbian stock plot. Fucking A. I don't want to read about a butch hero, I want a femme hero, and not all femmes are these neurotic supermodels that cheat on their girlfriends. All the more reason that I should finish The Adventures of The Bionic Femme.

Some guy behind me was looking at some lesbian book and moaning. "Oooo-h. O-o-oh god yeah." I wanted to turn around and throw something at him or call him an annoying pervert that should get the fuck out of the only gay bookstore in the city, but he left before I could do it.

I used the bathroom somewhere afterwards and a pentagram was drawn on the tampon receptacle.

Looks like i'm not the only one on her period who feels like hell.