Happy Pride 2018, Fort Lauderdale!
I am often accused of being too literal. I like the play of words, I often focus on semantics. Words are very important in my world – lesbian, gay, straight, bi, married, wife, girlfriend, squeeze, lover, your ex. As our political and legal landscapes have been changing, so, too the precision of our language becomes more important. But I’m not focused on politics just now.
Right now, I have something to say about something a friend said to me recently. Actually, she says it a lot. This friend – let me call her Alix – is a cute butch woman. We were having a conversation about what her next girlfriend might look like. Noncommittal, Alix said that what she likes best is to flip straight girls.
Let that sit a minute. Really.
Now the literal me went right past the statement’s telling nature about where Alix’s head is about relationships, conquest, or commitment…the literal me went right on by all that and focused on the word “straight.”
I contend that if you are able to flip a straight girl, she is not straight.
I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am…am I?
Here’s my take: if the definition of a “straight girl” is just one that’s never slept with another woman, then the answer is easy. Because anyone can identify themselves as straight regardless of what goes on inside her head. If “I’m not gay” needs the baptism of having sex with a woman, then you can rest there as long as you like.
And if that’s the girl my friend has seduced, then I say she hasn’t really flipped a straight girl at all, she was just the newly-gay girl’s first.
Otherwise…we become unwitting perpetuators of that all-too-common straight man’s assertion – that a lesbian can be “flipped.” That her problem is, she just hasn’t had the right dick…and that her cure, is him.