First, I'm sort of disappointed. I chickened out about getting my labret pierced. Actually, I didn't really, I just can't do it today. I can't get my tattoo today either. Josh is booked for the next two days, but said he'll try to get me in on Saturday to do both if I still want them. The reason I say I chickened out of getting the labret piercing is because he said he would do it real quick if I would drive down to his tattoo shop (which is about 25 miles away) but I decided against it and chose to do it another time.

Second, I hate stereotypes. I understand that for the average person, preconceived notions of other people are sometimes all we have to by. For instance, if you've never met a gay person in your entire life, the only things you will know about them are what other people tell you. This isn't a bad way to learn about any subject, but it's not the best either. Everyone is different, and just because you heard about something being a certain way, doesn't mean it always is.

Why do I say all this? Josh (the tattoo artist) was in our part of town when we met him. He was at a coffee shop near by with a couple of his friends and that is where Taylor and I were supposed to meet him to discuss the work I want done. So we're sitting and talking and drinking coffee, when Josh asks how Taylor and I are doing together. This catches his friends completely off guard. Now, I don't mind people knowing about my lifestyle, and neither does Taylor, so I wasn't angry that Josh brought it up. He knows we don't care. The part that did bother me was what his friends started asking us...

"So which one of you is the manly one, or butch, or whatever you call it?"

I didn't even want to have to answer that question. I've had to soooooo many times. Not all lesbian couples are made up of one feminine female and another masculine, or "butch" (I find that word so derogatory, but I won't get in to that). It is completely possible for two very feminine females to be together, just like Taylor and I. The way I see it, if I wanted to be with someone manly, I'd be with a man.

Another way to put it (and a more respectful way to say it) is that one female would be "submissive" and the other female the "dominant" one in the relationship. No matter how you slice it, this doesn't always apply to every lesbian couple (or gays, for that matter). For instance, with Taylor and I, if either of us is ever submissive or dominant, it always varies. I guess with us, it's whoever initiates the sex. If Taylor throws me in bed and has her way with me, she'd be "dominant." If it was the other way around, I would be. But neither of us are either, I'd say. It's all mutual. We're both very passionate and express it equally and in the same ways, not only when we have sex, but in every aspect of our relationship.

But like I said, I can understand why he would think this. The only thing is, I know for a fact that Josh has plenty of other lesbian friends, and there is a good chance this guy has met all or most of them. I have also met most of them, and I know there a few couples who are just like Taylor and I, so this could not have been the first time this guy has seen this. I let it go, though. I explained it to him calmly and moved on.

Of course, we also received the obligatory "What do I got to do to get you two in bed with me?" I'm starting to think a day can't go by without it.

But hey, I can't help it I'm so sexy lol.

After the coffee shop fiasco, we went to the bar to meet up with a couple of our female friends. One of them is the girl who my other blog was based on - we'll call her Escort Girl, for obvious reasons. I don't get to see her very much. She has to be the most cynical person I have ever met, but she is so humorous about it. I don't blame her. If I was selling my vagina every day for a few years I'd become pretty cynical too. She hates men more than anything, yet she can't get enough of them. She doesn't escort anymore, but at the rate she sleeps with men, you wouldn't be able to guess it.

Another very close friend of mine was there who I also haven't seen in a long time. Erica. Her and I have been friends since high school. She was there for me when I came out to my parents. If she wasn't I probably wouldn't have made it. I told her we have to start seeing each other more often, so we made plans for a movie night at my house on Friday with Taylor and Escort Girl. Should be interesting. Wine, chick flicks, pillow fights, pajamas (whatever they may be), and more wine.

After the bar, we came back home for dinner. We ate take-out Chinese and we're taking showers and getting ready to hit the club tonight. I ordered Kung Pao Chicken. After that post I made the other day titled "King Pao Coochie," - which is a line from The Sopranos, if you didn't know - I've had the biggest craving for spicy chicken. It was delicious.

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