This month, Details totally lost me as a reader with an article called “The Lure of Dating an Ex-Lesbian.” The author, Ian Daly, talks about women who date women and then hitch up with men. He eloquently calls these gals “refugees from the isle of Lesbos … hasbians.” Interestingly, Daly’s research seems to prove the opposite of what his title implies. That is, that dating a “hasbian” is terrifying. He depicts dudes who date them as scared little school boys, afraid of their penises and scared that their clumsy fingers could never navigate the female anatomy as expertly as the women they’ve seen in lesbian pornos. Later, Daly obnoxiously writes that men who are in touch with their “feminine side” are more likely to date women who are “former homosexuals.”
I’ll save you the anguish of discussing Daly’s assertion that once motorcycle-riding, tattoo-covered lesbians “soften up,” they head straight for the penis. What I really want to talk about is Daly’s assumption that sexual orientation is super rigid. Keep reading »
There’s this stereotype that if you are gay, the answer to all your problems is skipping off to a big city where you can live an open and free life in an accepting environment. The sentiment isn’t always worded this blatantly, but it’s out there. Usually, when people find out I’m a lesbian they say something like, “Oh, well, at least you live in New York City.” Keep reading »
“No disrespect, but no Amber Rose for me. Everybody has their past. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not judgmental at all. But I do like a certain amount of class.”
–Omarion responds to rumors that he secretly married a bisexual stripper, like Kanye’s GF. But just so we’re clear, by “class” Omarion means “no” to bisexuality, but “yes” to pants sagged so low you can see his undies and butt crack.
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When I was leaving for college, my high school friends predicted two things would occur once I fled the nest, away from my WASP-y parents: 1) I’d become a chain smoker to complete my poetry-reading, philosophy-pondering image, and 2) I’d get it on with girls.
After four years at hippie-dippy NYU, surprisingly, neither of these predictions came true. Alas, while I still have no interest whatsoever in getting lung cancer, I do still have an interest in hooking up with girls. Except these days, I’m pretty much convinced it’s never going to happen. Keep reading »
One of the first times I went on a date with a girl, she asked me, “Are you bi or gay?”
“Well, I’m still figuring that out,” I told her.
Her response was: “I knew you were too good to be true.” I then fell all over myself in an effort to explain to her that, although I was unsure about how to define my sexuality, I was definitely into girls, more so than I’m into guys. I am not and have never been bi-curious, bi for attention or bi only when men are around. Since then, I’ve figured out that I’m solely into girls. So I guess I wasn’t too good to be true, huh?
But, alas, in parts of the gay community, being bi or being a lesbian who has hooked up with guys in the past is like having horns or an incurable disease.
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According to In Touch and James St. James, Gavin Rossdale was in love with a tranny when he was a teenager. “Marilyn,” aka crossdresser Peter Robinson, gave an exclusive interview in which he claimed he and Rossdale dated for five years, but they kept their love a secret because the Bush frontman thought it would destroy his grunge rocker image. Aw, Gavin. What’s a glittery mesh top between friends, er, fans? Although this allegation of a hidden gay past has taken every gossip writer from Hollywood to Stonewall by surprise, Boy George dished the dirt on Gav in his 1995 book: Take It Like A Man. Clearly, no one read it. Seriously, now that the word is out, Gwen should ask for a threesome! Keep reading »