So The Pillow Queens are a cool Irish lesbian punk band, which is why I was having the below conversation at LO:
I’ve mentioned how years ago (early-mid 90’s) I lived with a bi chick. She had lots of friends in the gay community, and worked inna Rt. 66 store (leather goods) that, because we lived in Boys Town (an actual name of the ‘hood), hadda backroom of fetish stuff.
Anywhat, we went to gay bars (at that time anyway lesbians in Chi went to gay bars, gay men to lesbian bars not so much) and so I met a lot of her friends and acquaintances, and about half the lesbians looked like that singer – which kinda makes sense if ya think about it.
FWIW, more than once there was an odd sense of competition with such a person and myself, and not just over my gurrl.
I always larf to recall one of ’em calling her fem bottom, “Cupcake”.
And all the jokes about “flipping”.
Then there is the time we were in a gay bar and one of the guys at the table we were at stripped to his jock and danced for me …
But I digress … and shall continue to:
In Chi, fem lesbians are sometimes called “lipstick lesbians” if they are traditionally attractive.
At that time, LGBTQ was just becoming known as a designation, IME the trans stayed away from the females, for whatever reason.
There’s a well-known band called My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult and my gurrl and actually my then bassist were friends with the trans guy in that band – he was totally a jackass, very aggressive altho’ I only ever saw him drinking. At one point we knew each other’s names.
Then there was my friend Scotty whom I only ever saw drinking in a famous dance club called Neo (the bouncer, Kimble, was famous for wearing a real samurai sword at the door, which was in an alley) at a time when I had made some money and was unemployed and just tryna be a rock star, and in the bars 5 nights a week. Scotty was a kept boy, supposedly, lived in a highrise on LSD but would come out late at night to play. He liked his drugs and my singer was a dealer and so I got to know him and he was fun – looked like a cross between Ian Astbury (The Cult) and the guy from Dead or Alive. All of a sudden, he stopped coming out, and some months later I learned he died of AIDs, mebbe in ’94 or ’95.
But I wouldn’t see those masculine lesbians in the dance clubs, for whatever reason, only in the gay or lesbian bars. Altho’ a few came to my gigs a few times, because of my gurrl.
Finally, I was in a band for a short period of time that had a male drummer who was older, and a hot model/singer/writer/acoustic guitarist, and a masculine bassist and a schleppy keyboardist – all of whom were lesbians. They actually booked a gig atta famous lesbian retreat up in MI – a kinda famous woman’s festival where like Sara McLaughlin and Indigo Girls and such played, can’t recall the name – and me and the drummer couldn’t go. That was a weird time, and that singer was hot; but I think they all hated me. They kicked me out after about 3 months and no gigs, and then had the temerity to ask to use one of my songs – I said, “fuck, no” when I learned that they replaced me with two male guitarists – because I knew one from a prior band.
Anywhat, I’m bored and killing time, and I hope if ya read that ya weren’t but are.
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