Tagged under "lesbians" (7)
|Chicago Lesbian Takeover!|
For some reason nothing really goes on for girls on Saturday nights in Chicago. And when I refer to not much going on I’m speaking of Saturday lesbian nightlife. Something happens where bar owners just don’t want to give their Saturdays to lesbians. Another thing happens where lesbian cliques organize their own little get-togethers at wherever and so the roller derby girls go Subterranean and the gay Latina girls to another place that they never invite me to and the jockbe-ans go to someone’s house and play bags that they never invite me to either, and so here I am left with nothing to do and nowhere to go. Where’s the unity my friends? Where? And so I got to thinking about this issue and my brain said, “this must be stopped.” And then my stomach said to my brain to say, “I could eat a steak taco right about now,” not that tacos have anything to do with lesbians. Or do they? Sicko.
With these thoughts in mind, one of my friends and I decided to organize Chicago’s first ever lesbian takeover. We had to pick the right place- it couldn’t be a bar too straight that would scare the ladies away. (A few weeks ago I tried to organize a gay beach takeover, but everyone refused to come due to a potential abundance of boys playing with balls) and of course scorned me for such an idea. Of course the scorn I received proved valid when one of my friends happened to get hit in the head by a football that day. I went home and sulked.
Anyhow, we decided to LTO Minibar- a cute, little, posh (even though I very much dislike that word) and full of gay men, bar that (hopefully) wouldn’t be too upset about our, “uprising.”
The day of the LTO arrived and I texted all the gay girls I knew to come out. Not a single one had responded to my text. I started feeling a little insecure and of course, got to thinking about why no one responded. “Maybe girls think I’m a serial cat killer,” “Maybe I’m too short.” “Is it cause I’m Asian?” “Why do people always tell me to eat hamburgers?” 9pm rolled around and no one showed up to the pre-planned pre-drinking. As I recall, I didn’t even show up. I don’t even know how I know that no one showed up since I wasn’t even there to show how knows pigs nose. Did you recognize that that last sentence there is a nursery rhyme? My fear that no one would show continued rather continuously.
11pm rolled around and my text inbox started going mad! I received one entire text that said, “Are you there yet?” It was a text miracle! Then girls start showing up, including 3 jockbe-ans, 0 roller derby girls, 2 gay Latina girls, and about 30 other types of dykes that I will not categorize at the moment due to laziness. The gay men were confused, or so I heard. The LTO was a success even after my fearful hour of mind spent thinking I was going to LTO by myself. I spent much of the night dancing/ and or yelling, “LTO!! We made it!!” only to receive shushing looks from my fellow dykes. Oh well. Overall it was a fun night. It turns out the end of this story is rather inconclusive. Oops. I’m going to eat a hot dog now.
Tagged on August 1, 2008
|Why I get "Catty" on Fridays|
The moment my eyes flitter open Friday morning, I think “Cherry-Popping & Frisky”. As odd as it is for my first thoughts to be bacchanalian, I look forward to the first evening of the weekend to get into social butterfly mode. No place better to spread wings than one where you feel safe exuding your gay-ness. And there’s no better place to start the weekend then Cattyshack.
A den of booze, beauty, and beats, bars like Cattyshack don’t normally lead me to think about the importance of queer, female-centered spaces. New York City dyke bars, the Lesbian Herstory Archives, Fire Island, and even Babeland stores are all other safe sites that exhibit the dynamic of queer girl culture. But besides these and Pride every year, where can a gay gal go to get her groove on without fear of discrimination and homophobia?
After this weekend at Catty, I was especially reminded of how, outside of these queer dance parties and select scenes, there are very few social spots where I can safely hug, kiss, or grab my girlfriend’s hand/ass in the Tri-State area. As sexually diverse and progressive as NY/NJ may be, there are hoods that will surely have wagging tongues, disapproving stares, Bible thumpers, and even a threat or two to my security. It’s hard to believe that in 2008, people still look at me and my partner like we are two-headed monsters invading Midtown on a Sunday afternoon.
That’s why I thank Goddess for gay bars. Places like Cattyshack allow lesbian, bisexual, and trans people agency to affection, acceptance, and discourse in a safe space. It’s not just a gathering of dykes looking to drink and dial, stalk their ex-girlfriends, or prey on potential one-night-stands; it’s a haven that lets queer women be free and 100% themselves.
In such queer spaces as Catty, dykes can get down and dirty on the dance floor, demonstrating their prolific libidos or escaping the bed death they’re suddenly suffering from. The bar becomes a confessional for lesbians, where the priest is the hot bartender and a few shots of Patron become penance. It’s such a space where you can come to stare out into oblivion, contemplating your own lesbian drama without a hetero romantic comedy on the tube to irritate you. Best of all, Catty is where you can look like a boy with the comfort in knowing you'll get treated like a boi.
A place like Cattyshack is vital to my queer womanhood. I don't just go to unwind, get a cold brew, and stare at the long-legged femmes waltzing up the outdoor deck steps for a smoke. Away from a home and work filled with TV, radio, and other hetero-centered distractions, I go to Catty to share moments, trade war stories, create memories, and catch up on celesbian gossip with friends and family, the "othered" others like me who can be their complete Sapphic selves without harm or judgment.
It has been almost forty years since Stonewall, since it was taboo, damning, and dangerous for dykes to convene in such spaces. So why do I get Catty on a Friday night? To celebrate how far we've come as queer women, and continue to fight for our right to party.
Tagged on July 21, 2008
Logo's newest true-life show brings us five lesbians out in the L.A. scene. Their authentic friendships restore credibility to the word "reality" on the small screen.
Tagged on July 9, 2008