[Feb 03]Myths of Lesbitarianism DESTROYED.

(by an honest-to-goodness-lesbitarian herself)
Lisa Lunt

- Attention, ladies, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I want YOU. (I do have standards.)
- Flirtatious straight girls, piss off. It may be a boost for your ego, but it’s just a trip down a dead-end street for me. If you’re not prepared to go the whole way, then don’t waste my time.
- I cannot fix plumbing, electrical circuits or carburetors.
- I don’t listen to K.D. Lang or The Indigo Girls.
- I DO wear make up, thank you.
- I DON’T wear flannel and plaid (anymore).
- I have never danced on a nightclub speaker in just a sports bra.
- I electrolysized my moustache ages ago.
- I don’t have a cat (no pun intended).
- I don’t play tennis, rugby or soft-ball (no pun intended).
- Guys, you will never, EVER be invited to “watch” so please stop asking. Imagine a hairy, sweaty, horny man watching YOU get it on. Sorta kills the mood, doesn’t it?
- I don’t use a dildo. (Those “lesbian” pornos you watch are made BY straight men, FOR straight men. I have never—to my recollection—wrestled with a vibrator whilst straddling a ladder on the lawn by the pool. REAL lesbian porn is…well…kinda boring actually.)
- “You just haven’t met the right guy.” Uhmmm, yeah. Riiiigggght. Only dudes (and moms) say this. News flash: “Chasing Amy” was FICTION (written by a boy). I could say the same thing to any guy about his need to explore homosexuality: “You just haven’t met the right guy!”
- I have never worn, owned or contemplated buying a pair of Birkenstocks!!!!