To lezzies, faggots, dykes, cross-dressers too!

I heart lesbians and new friends.

So, Stripper V and I did something rather odd this weekend. We actually met up with a guy from the internet that neither one of us had any intention of sleeping with. Wowsers! This is a break thru. Anywho, how we met him is a long story...but we ended up at the St Arnold's Brewery tour for his sisters girlfriends 30th birthday party. Very odd.

The Pretty One-Wearing these fantastic wedge shoes...stylish jeans and a pullover linen top with a little bling lining the shallow 'v' neck. Short, bob haircut with perfect makeup. Very purdy...you'd never be able to tell she likes to suck the fish taco.

The Dykey One-Wearing fit to waist jeans with no shape to them. Can't remember the top...the hair was straight to the shoulders with no movement or volume. She wasn't extremely dykey...but you get it.

The Brother-Wearing a green terry-cloth polo style shirt and shorts. Enormous tattoo on the back of his right leg...and the real killer...a tongue ring. Now...I've never been with a guy with a tongue ring...but it sounds sort of fantastic.

Warning to Guacamole BoyBrown Sugah...stop reading now...you won't approve of the following:

This got me to thinking. I'm REALLY tired of boys. I mean. I love getting 'cocked' if you will...but oral sex does hardly anything for me. (Sorry to anyone who reads this and might have performed that act on me...not my favorite and I was probably faking the noises bc it's expected.) So, ultimately, I can't be a lesbian. I mean my girlfriend would ALWAYS have to strap it on. However, wouldn't dating your best friend be ideal? I mean...Stripper V and I would totally be each others bitches. Not only would we be the hottest lesbians in Houston, we would have a great relationship. She and I would do fashionably gay things like become members of the MFA. We'd march the annual Pride Parade and get front row tickets to RENT every time it's in town. We'd fight over who got to be Maureen, and SV would always win bc she's more fabulous than I am. The living situation would almost kill our relationship...SV's pretty damn neat. And anyone who's been to my place knows I don't mind leaving a dead roach carcass out for a while. It serves as a reminder to the others...I feel. SV would walk out of the main room for a minute after railing me for being so messy, and I would make that 'you're such a meanie' face behind her back as I am the most passive person in the world. But ultimately, I know what hurts her feelings...SO I WOULD NEVER DO THAT STUFF ON PURPOSE!!! I know what makes her happy (shoe shopping) and what makes her smile...WHY CAN'T GUYS TREAT GIRLS LIKE THAT?!?!? I would always listen and be attentive. I would call her just to say hi & let her know I was thinking of her....I would be a great girlfriend....This is a really creepy post. I'm going back to being boy crazy.