Just for the record, I am insufficiently tedious to be a lesbian.
Or, well, more accurately, to be a lesbian at my local dyke bar, where sweatshirts and jeans are the norm.
Now, I laughed at the first song I heard the DJ play. It was “My Heart Beats Like A Drum,” by ATC. I remember how my heart beat when I first saw Raven perform to that song at Backstreet Atlanta. And I remember when I requested it at my local dance club and was dismissed for requesting a “lesbian song.”
But the crowd, well, it was going to take work there.
I mean, I know it’s not like L-Word, or at least, it never has been, but one can hope eh?
I have no idea how to be that tedious.