To Clarify …
Posted in Ranting on January 4th, 2008 by The Dyke WhispererMy silly words were an attempt to describe the lengths a lesbian must go to to meet available women. “Chieftains” and “gatekeepers” (and I have some other prototypes) do exist; however, I do not recommend dwelling in that kind of structured “scene.” Yet, you WILL meet women if you are strong, clever, patient, or tolerant enough to navigate through this swamp of bullshit.
What’s the alternative? To wear a sign that says “lesbian” when you shop for groceries or books? Craigslist, where you have to wade through men posing as lesbians, crazy women, and wives who need a new pet/performance artist/hole for their boyfriends/husbands? The on-line dating sites? Each might actually work for you. Good luck if these are the routes you choose.
I suggest (1) getting invited to lesbian gatherings; (2) meeting women; (3) easing out of the group; and (4) starting your own, devoid of depressing, predictable tyranny of stereotypes. You even get to choose folks that do not like talking about sports.
Your own groups can contain any combinations of people you want: gay, straight, bisexual, confused. After moving to a new city (or village as some of you might see it), it took me over a year to establish such a group. It isn’t necessarily easy. Yes, I still raid random Chieftain gatherings to steal their women and keep the group fresh. [The wording of the previous sentence is an attempt at humor and should be viewed as such, whether well executed or not. The word "steal" does not implicate that I objectify women, although I do on occasion when I've had too much to drink.]
On a personal note, as “horrifying,” “oppressive,” and scary as the Chieftain world I described is to you, to some (including myself), a world of the butch-femme dichotomy is equally as bleak, stilted, and pointless.
When a women describes herself as “femme,” I really don’t know if she’s talking about fashion, personality traits (cf. Myers-Briggs), or sexual positions. “Femme” and “butch” are as real as “chieftain” and “gatekeeper”: yes, they exist, but, damn, I wish they didn’t. And, don’t even BEGIN to tell me that fashion (or the lack thereof), personality traits, and personal sexual preferences are correlated. I know better. Believe me.
Some Greek pederast asserted to “know thyself.” Some Elizabethan bisexual paraphrased this by stating “to thine own self be true.” Now, go out and find women who make you laugh, who make you think, who turn you the fuck on, who complete you. Yes, it’s that simple.
Best regards to all — but especially to the “bi-curious hottie” whom e-mailed late last night. FYI, your best bet is to go to The Saucer and ask around.