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So I went to a sorority formal…

As you might have gathered from the PAD Challenge poem I wrote the other day, V is a sorority girl.

 

I haven’t exactly had the best opinion of sorority girls before. In fact, I kind of viewed them as stereotypical blonde bitches with lots and lots of pink attached to their lives.

 

V definitely doesn’t fit that stereotype.

 

She asked me to be her date to her sorority’s formal, and I agreed, with a lot of stereotypes being muttered at the back of my head.

 

The formal itself turned out to be very different from what I expected, and we left early because (surprise!) it was at a hookah lounge and our allergies were bothering us.

 

brownstone

We ended up going to a diner that had been on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, which was pretty cool. V had a peanut butter chocolate chip pancake mountain, which was pretty incredible, and I had a loaded baked potato omelet, which was also  delicious. We had a lovely night out, and although my idea of sororities wasn’t exactly improved, I’m definitely trying to be more open-minded about sorority chicks.

 

Plus, I like dressing up.

 

vme

 

Don’t we look snazzy? V’s face shared with her permission. <3

 

Did you ever belong to a sorority or fraternity? Were you like the ones on tv?

PAD Challenge, Day 27

4/27/2013- a “mechanical” poem (i chose to substitute mechanics for recipe)

how to toast a sorority girl
-kb

previously, in my mind,
a sorority girl was a simple recipe:

1 part giggles
2 parts tits
1/80 part dignity
3 parts superficiality
1 part loyalty
1/2 part bitch
1/2 part crazy
2 1/2 parts pink
and sprinkled with as much school spirit as the booze would provide.

for the past 5 years, my recipe proved to be pretty solid,
with only the occasional modification.
that was, until now.

now i’m dressed in
3 parts hairspray
1 part new dress
1 part nice shoes
2 parts makeup
and 1 part biting my tongue

for my

4 parts butch
2 parts secretly girly
2 parts kindhearted
1 part silly
1 part tux
1 part bow tie
all parts love

a-typical sorority-girl girlfriend.

Day of Silence, 2013

Breaking SIlence flier

Tomorrow (well, technically today I suppose) I will be performing and speaking at a breaking-of-the-silence event for LGBT Youth. I’m still putting together everything I want to say and share with the young ‘uns tomorrow, but I think it’s important to recognize the Day of Silence.

I actually recently watched the one of the first video essay things I made in hopes of gaining inspiration for tomorrow’s event. In the video (Featured below), which is a combo slideshow/ blog-type-thing, I reflected on why the Day of Silence was so important to me in 2008, as well as why it mattered so much. It was really cute how I tried to make it seem like I participated in DoS for my gay and lesbian friends, and that I was a straight ally. It’s not like me being a founding member of the hs GSA, wearing a suit to school, or the fact that I used a song from “The L Word” screamed that I was gay or anything. I was trying so hard to not give away my sexuality in this video. It was such a cute baby dyke moment for me. Who knows? Maybe I’ll inspire some baby dykes tomorrow.

Also. Look at how young I was! I was thin! I had long hair! I hadn’t started waxing my eyebrows yet! This video is a gem, I tell ya.

Have you ever participated in the Day of Silence? What did the experience mean to you?

Lesbians and baby showers

I was invited to a baby shower this past weekend.

baby
A baby I drew a few weeks back 

Now, as the oldest of 13 grandchildren, I know more about babies than a lot of other 23 year old, childless women. I know the symptoms of a woman about to give birth. (Sometimes) I’m able to predict what gender baby a woman is going to birth just by looking at her, a talent my grandpa had. I’ve waited in hospital waiting rooms quite a few times. (One time I even almost saw my cousin be born… Good GAWD people why didn’t you let me escape sooner?!)  I know how to change diapers. I know how to bathe a baby, and I know how to make a bottle. I’m a pro at calming little ones down. I love shopping for babies, and my uterus erupts in sudden joy and baby fever at baby showers. I also have become a pro at unscrambling baby-related words and creating baby shower Bingo boards.

 

Yet, when it came to this shower, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.

 

There’s this one aspect of lesbianism I never saw coming– the baby shower conundrum. Baby showers are traditionally attended by the women-folk in the mommy-to-be’s life. When a woman is dating a woman and is invited to a baby shower, oftentimes the mommy-to-be, or those planning the event, excitedly tell the lesbian to invite her girlfriend.

 

That’s what happened with this baby shower. The mommy-to-be is a friend of V’s, and I was invited by association. I smiled and accepted the invite, but in the days leading up to the shower I found myself thinking about my past.

 

You see, kind of like a divorce, when two lesbians break up, you don’t really stay in touch with the other woman’s family and close friends, unless there are kids involved, specifically your kids. Nobody ever talks about the other kids involved.

 

When I was younger, I came to love and care for an ex’s family and friends. I attended baby showers, Christenings, and first birthday parties. I made it into photo albums, and I had fun playing with the little ones. All in all, I celebrated the milestones of three little ones.

 

Years later, I sometimes find myself missing my ex’s friends and family. I think about how, typically, baby showers, Christenings, and first birthday parties are filled with people whose lives you anticipate intertwining with the baby of honor forever. I think of how special it felt the first time a baby learned my name that wasn’t part of my own family, but my then-gf’s, and a part of me feels sad, wondering what kind of child the baby has grown up to be.

 

Then I remember that they probably couldn’t even remember who I am now, which is a little sad if you further think about it.

 

Needless to say, it made me both happy and sad to be invited to V’s friend’s baby shower. I briefly had a moment where I was silently upset about possibly celebrating another life I’d never though, but then the baby fever kicked in and I started wanting a baby again. I also realized that I’m extremely happy with V and I can’t imagine her not being in my life.

 

Baby showers make me sappy.

 

I guess the moral of this ramble is baby showers are weird, whether you’re lesbian or not.