Lesbian 101: Location, Location, Location

Welcome to the second lesson of Lesbian 101. This lesson, and each subsequent one, will be posted at www.jenniferparello.com/les101.html.Before we begin this lesson, I must tell you a true story.The day after I officially came out, by sheer happenstance, I flew to San Francisco. Before I boarded the plane, I had been up all night doing exactly what you’d imagine I’d be doing on the evening I officially became a lesbian.I had met a woman, and we had engaged in a lot of foreign kissing. The next morning, I dragged myself to the airport to get on a plane to visit my brother in San Francisco. I couldn’t believe my luck! Here I was—the night after I had participated in guilt-free fondling for the first time—heading to the gayest city in the world.As soon as I got to my brother’s home, I asked him to point me in the direction of the Castro District. For those of you unversed in queer history, it became the nation’s gay center in the late 1960s. It takes its name from the Castro, the landmark theater that stands near the corner of Market and Castro streets.My brother, who happened to live in the Sunset District, the lowest point of elevation in the city, gave me his bike, and pointed at a distant spot about three miles straight uphill. I was exhausted, yet determined to make my pilgrimage to pay tribute to my sexual awakening.For about an hour, I rode on streets that were pitched at 90-degree angles. When I finally hit Castro Street, I was drenched in sweat, yet thrilled that I finally had arrived. I hopped off the bike, and walked down the famous street, searching the distance for the famous marquee of the Castro Theatre.When I first spotted it through the fog, I laid my head on my handlebars, and wept. I had made it! Over the past few years, I finally had managed to divorce a very nice man, and slowly had come to terms with my desires. The night before, I had instigated a mad make-out session with a cute girl who eventually would become my girlfriend. And, now, here I was at the Castro.As I wept, and contemplated everything I’d been through to get to this point, a pair of gay men approached me. They were strolling down the sidewalk, walking hand-in-hand. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and resisted the urge not to embrace them in kinship. I placed one hand on my chest to gather my emotions, and I placed the other over their wrists.“Boys, “ I said, choking back a sob, “where are all the lesbians?”They looked at each other quizzically for a moment, and then said in unison, “In Oakland!”OK, what have we learned from this story? If you are a lesbian, put yourself in a place where you easily can be found by other lesbians. If you live in a city, get a place in the gay ghetto. If you insist on living in a suburb, at least live in clusters.I constantly hear complaints from women who whine that they can’t find a lover. But most of them are tucked away in an impossible to navigate cul-de-sac, so what do they expect?If you want to find someone, don’t hide. Finding a good lesbian is just like finding a good house—it’s all about location, location, location.Hey! I wrote a book. You can buy Dateland at Women and Children First, Unabridged Books, and on Amazon.

One Response to Lesbian 101: Location, Location, Location

  1. Rainbow Belt says:

    So where is the gay ghetto in the Twin Cities?

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