Girls who dress like boys and act like [wo]men
Friday, March 30, 2007
This is one of those entries where you just wonder how on earth did I come up with that title. Simple: I’m gay, I like women but I don’t like 12 year olds look-a-likes who act like men. There, I said it.
Of my many dating experiences and from what I have seen with my friends’ relationships (for research purposes only, I swear!) I can conclude one thing; not all femme lezies like the bois (gay term: girls who look like little boys). Obviously not me. I don’t discriminate though. It is simply a preference. I like girls who can sport sneakers but can juggle a pretty lacey black dress and stilettos.
I’ve gone out several times to the local hot spots of the lezies in NYC – Hens, Nations and lots of straight bars where girl on girl action is a top entry prize for the men in expensive suits and lots of cash in their back pockets. But at Hens or Nations, if you looked around, you’d notice the most famous trend; a feminine young lady with a dyke (not such a nice reference to the community but that’s what they are). It doesn’t bother me. So I scan my surroundings and there, a belted waist, skinny jeans and pumps lingers around for her first drink.
There are lots and lots of pretty things, some femmes, some dykes, some butch (ugh, I said that word) some androgynous and others who won’t classify themselves as anything. I’ve seen and found some of the bois cute, adorable (but that’s what I would say to my 12 year old brother).
Boxer wearing, beater bearing, sports bras holders and jeans camouflaging their natural curves, men looking bodies and hairy, razor cut army weight lifters to the extreme wannabe women; those are the ones prancing around the village.
And the…
Boogie (bourgeoisie) ladies, fashion[istas], stilettos, cab riders, make-up lovers, Pilates expertise, sutra lovers and not strap it on and ride a cow[boi] (well actually, that’s exciting) shavers and pretty locks to run your fingers through, mature poise and self diligence, intellectually stimulating, restaurant hoppers, fine dining and wine connoisseur, culturally diverse (eating at a different restaurant doesn’t make you cultured) and the Bette’s look-a likes are uptown.
I’m a Bette kinda gal not a Papi kinda dyke, I don’t like Shane and but I do love Helena.
So I go uptown with my feminine ladies and go downtown with my dykes. I have friends of all sorts, I love my dykes and my butch lezie friends, I wouldn’t trade them for anything, but my feminine ladies are set on a pedestal and are only taken out to ravage the straight bars uptown.
Bois are cute and fun but femmes are hot.
I’ve been guilty though, I will admit… I sported my comfy jeans and sweatshirt to the bar quite a few times. But it is one of those, hmmm its fun to dress like that moments.
It doesn’t make me a closeted dyke but a diverse lezie.
Trust me.
Of my many dating experiences and from what I have seen with my friends’ relationships (for research purposes only, I swear!) I can conclude one thing; not all femme lezies like the bois (gay term: girls who look like little boys). Obviously not me. I don’t discriminate though. It is simply a preference. I like girls who can sport sneakers but can juggle a pretty lacey black dress and stilettos.
I’ve gone out several times to the local hot spots of the lezies in NYC – Hens, Nations and lots of straight bars where girl on girl action is a top entry prize for the men in expensive suits and lots of cash in their back pockets. But at Hens or Nations, if you looked around, you’d notice the most famous trend; a feminine young lady with a dyke (not such a nice reference to the community but that’s what they are). It doesn’t bother me. So I scan my surroundings and there, a belted waist, skinny jeans and pumps lingers around for her first drink.
There are lots and lots of pretty things, some femmes, some dykes, some butch (ugh, I said that word) some androgynous and others who won’t classify themselves as anything. I’ve seen and found some of the bois cute, adorable (but that’s what I would say to my 12 year old brother).
Boxer wearing, beater bearing, sports bras holders and jeans camouflaging their natural curves, men looking bodies and hairy, razor cut army weight lifters to the extreme wannabe women; those are the ones prancing around the village.
And the…
Boogie (bourgeoisie) ladies, fashion[istas], stilettos, cab riders, make-up lovers, Pilates expertise, sutra lovers and not strap it on and ride a cow[boi] (well actually, that’s exciting) shavers and pretty locks to run your fingers through, mature poise and self diligence, intellectually stimulating, restaurant hoppers, fine dining and wine connoisseur, culturally diverse (eating at a different restaurant doesn’t make you cultured) and the Bette’s look-a likes are uptown.
I’m a Bette kinda gal not a Papi kinda dyke, I don’t like Shane and but I do love Helena.
So I go uptown with my feminine ladies and go downtown with my dykes. I have friends of all sorts, I love my dykes and my butch lezie friends, I wouldn’t trade them for anything, but my feminine ladies are set on a pedestal and are only taken out to ravage the straight bars uptown.
Bois are cute and fun but femmes are hot.
I’ve been guilty though, I will admit… I sported my comfy jeans and sweatshirt to the bar quite a few times. But it is one of those, hmmm its fun to dress like that moments.
It doesn’t make me a closeted dyke but a diverse lezie.
Trust me.
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