I am a lesbian and a science fiction geek, both at the same time.
I wrote this story on a fan site that I created in 2004:
I used to go to a weekly social gathering of the British Columbia Science Fiction Fan Association called FRED. If you were polite, and most weren’t, it stood for:
Forget Reality–Enjoy Drinking.
As a new female to the group, I was the subject of some discussion and finally, one lone male ventured towards the group of gals I was sitting with and hit on me. At the time, the early 90’s, there seemed to be only two pick up lines– “Can I rub your back?” and “Which do you like better, Classic or NextGen?”
The sacrificial male used the latter. Not ever having been particularly interested in the Star Trek universe, I said brightly “V.”
Flirtation forgotten, the guy recoiled in horror, sputtering, “The only thing that you could have said that would have been worse would be-”
“Battlestar Galactica?” I said, sipping my drink.
I didn’t get hit on for quite a long time after that.
Now, with all the political upheavals and all the zero sum trying to control women’s vaginas….
There’s something that I want to say to each and every single Heterosexual Woman out there on the internet who have showed their boobs or just showed off their boobs.
Heterosexual Vaginas Monolog while Lesbian Vaginas Dialog
and ladies, I am not flirting with anyone, because I am a very happily married lesbian, because I live in Canada, where gays were legally deemed common law in 2000 and legal marriage became the law of the land in 2003.
The reason why same gender marriage had to become legal in Canada is because, well, we are a nation of three ancestral paths.
And across Canada, British Common Law applies, except for in Quebec.
Quebec is based on the Napoleonic code, which does not recognize common law marriage and Quebec was one of the first provinces to challenge the Canadian Federal Law.
So, in a way, gay marriage is what’s keeping Canada together as a nation, because, you probably don’t know from the outside, just how divided that Canada has become.
And my spouse and I had talked about not needing a piece of paper and we were really feeling run down about America and religious people being against gay marriage, that we talked about giving up that piece of paper.
But, we’re not going to, because, that might be just a peice of paper to a lot of married people, given the divorce rate. I am sorry, heterosexuals, seriously, what’s left for gays and lesbians and bis and trans people to ruin about marriage, exactly?
Our marriage license is our bond, our word and our shield.
So, I am not flirting with anyone who reads this blog.
And this morning, I got my spouse to take my picture and I am going to show you, just how happy that I am with my life.
And; there’s a few very particular women, that I would like to introduce to every single reader of this post.
While I am a happily married lesbian now, it wasn’t always the case. My early romances were, well, all over the map. But, I wouldn’t trade that crush on any woman who happened along phase for anything – it was an exciting if exhausting time.
And, I learned a lot. Not just naughty stuff, but about people and life.
My first rule for potential relationships is never fall in love with anyone who’s already in love with someone straight, dead or else.
There is an unease in the gay community about bisexuals – partly fear and partly jealousy. Or at least, when I came out in the 90’s there was, I can only hope it’s not so much now.
But mostly because we were jealous that bisexuals could access straight privilege and afraid to be left by them for an opposite gender person – being left for another woman would…
Once shiny and new & sharper than wit
At the back to the shelf, the razor does sit
Tarnished and dull with a rust spot or two
Alone and abandoned with nothing to do
A tender young maiden once eager to please
Shaved both armpits and her legs to the knees
Now Older and Wiser and not so willing to behave
A politized activist certainly can’t shave
And, wondering what it had done to offend,
The lonely razor planned to amend
Its forgotten state, and return to the fore
Of Sally’s toilette, or at least be used more
Waiting and watching for it’s chance to gleam
And needing some help from the shower steam
The razor strained and stretched til it slid
Off the shelf, down the tile, to the toilet seat lid
Sally poked her head out after the noise
Her date glancing at the razor, Sally lost poise.
“You shave?” the date asked, incredulous
“No!” stammered Sally, still trying to sous
How the razor landed in such a visible place
And her face grew redder as egg formed on her face
“I thought I’d tossed it,” Sally swore, dripping wet,
“I stopping shaving when I stopped being het!”
Her date laughed, dropped the razor in the trash,
Then slipped into the shower, not wanting to hash
Sally’s transgression when there was love to make,
Teasing was for later, and hot coals to rake.
Lez Flirt 
