tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33821576.post-55411065514399378822007-03-25T02:06:00.001-07:002007-03-25T02:06:27.368-07:00Tonight I hit Lick, the local lesbian bar, with some of the girls from Bi Girls Vancouver. It was interesting to be amidst a culture so different from mine. Lesbian and bisexual female culture is VERY different. I still feel a bit uncomfortable around big groups of lesbians, but I'm getting past it and getting to know more dykes.<br /><br />I was telling a friend that it's always the crazy, agressive girls who hit on me. Not long after, a cute little butch started dancing wildly against me. She seemed kind of high or drunk, so I just shrugged it off as a flattering event. I didn't know if I should take it seriously, so I didn't.<br /><br />My feet held up very considering I did hours of dancing. My mouth didn't hurt much, either, except when I tried to eat French Fries. That wasn't a great idea. French fries have sharp edges, man.<div class="blogger-post-footer">This is my footer.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33821576-5541106551439937882?l=arthriticyoungthing.blogspot.com'/></div>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020297752831113924noreply@blogger.com0