Lesbians are like all other groups of people in both good and bad ways. I know. That first sentence is a poor opening line, but hey I never said I was a journalist. Bloggers are different. Or at least, I am different. (That sounds better than admitting that I am clueless)
The power plays that I see lesbians using are quite similar to what I see in the straight world, maybe with a slight twist. People see power through their own eyes and define it in different ways. We’re talking typical types of power that we all try to access at some level for life’s purposes. Intellect, money, sexual prowess, beauty and popularity all serve us at times as we navigate the world. Try as I might to be level-headed and judge people for what is on the inside, I still ALWAYS notice external beauty, expensive toys and intellectual accomplishments. Of course noticing something and liking it are two different things.
Women who try too hard to impress me are always a turn-off. A girl with money who constantly talks about her “stuff” is a bore. Now if she does something really cool with her wealth, instead of purchasing junk to impress others, then my ears are open and I am interested. I would like to see some well-funded lesbian produce lesbian movies. That is still a dream of mine. I have written the screenplay but come up short on funding and contacts. But I do think lesbians need more movies. I would also like to see more lesbians books.
Another pet peeve of mine is gorgeous women who have not made any effort to develop their intellect or personality. If she’s gorgeous, let’s face it, things have fallen in her lap with little effort. Even lesbians can’t help but notice beauty and respond to it. I realize that lesbians are only human and therefore not immune to the lure of a perfectly symmetrical face, which is what I have been told the illusion of beauty is attributed to in scientific circles.
Yet another power play that always takes me by surprise is a lesbian who uses blatant sexuality as her main vehicle of influence. Granted, let me just say, I am all for sex. And for the record, I have been manipulated by erotic signals sent my way via a certain look or touch or way she ate that apple. No I am not bragging. I would say I am shocked that I was that _______ (insert disparaging adjective here).
What’s funny about power plays is that as I have gotten older I actually believe I have developed an immunity to them. Maybe the way a lesbian becomes immune to the charms of a lesbian’s power plays are the same as the way we become immune to bacteria and viruses. Over time with exposure, we finally develop an immunity. That makes sense right?
But who am I kidding. Just like cold weather suppresses our immunity, a gorgeous lesbian can always get me thinking about her if I’m lonely or “in the mood for love.” And in this terrible economy, money is as elusive as Howard Hughes was, and hard not to consider as a “hot” commodity. My love/hate relationship with money keeps me ever-mindful of money as a seductive necessity that has the power to screw with my head on occasion. (See my earlier blog on moving to a Muslim country)
I know. What is my point? I’m not sure, really. I guess I wish lesbians were different. If all the truly sweet, warm, compassionate lesbians would simply wear a t-shirt so I could identify them more easily, then I could spare everyone this type of tireless blog. I used to believe that I could trust any lesbian who loved poetry and worked as a nurse or teacher. So spank me, I see the error in my judgment. But the truth is, nurses and teachers are usually sweet and compassionate in reality. So, my theory is not SO far off, is it, really?
So in my eternal quest for growth, I will forgive the posers and carpe the caregivers – for they save us all.