
So ... I was talking to a friend of mine -- a friend who many of you may be interested to know is a total and complete lesbo (ok, maybe not all that exciting, but I try to keep things as compelling as possible around here...). We were discussing the dynamics of relationships; lesbian vs. gay, and though there are many different elements to a lesbian relationship versus a gay relationship (* refer to the old joke concerning lesbian dating and the quickly-arriving Uhaul truck) we found there is one similarity often present.
What do you call your "partner" or "boy/girlfriend" or (if you want to go old school) "room-mate or companion" (barf.)?

Dina, my friend, has recently gotten hitched. There was a beautiful lesbian ceremony, and since I wasn't there I have to imagine acoustic Etheridge gently played as the guests sat at tasteful dinner tables with flannel table dressings, and Birkenstock as far as the eye can see. Just kidding -- that's just my fantasy of a lesbian wedding- maybe one day, maybe one awesomely special day I will get to plan a lesbian wedding. A boy has to have his dreams.
I believe my first kiss was at my twelfth birthday party. I was in the sixth grade and was so sick of everyone calling me fairy that I knew I had to take some action and kiss a girl so that the gay rumors would stop.
Looking back, I have to laugh because I don't think that many sixth graders in Renton, Washington actually knew what gay was- but many of my peers suspected that I was in fact gay- whatever it meant.
Her name was Kristi Jackson. We grew up in the same neighborhood and both ran in a very popular crowd- you see I was student council president and she had smoked a cigarette once, so this made for a very prominent duo. I am not sure how or why it happened, but all I remember is going to town with Kristi Jackson in front of a group of our peers.
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