January 3rd, 2007
Happy New Year? Or, A Reason to Hate Lesbian Potlucks
I went to the lesbian potluck. I’m trying, you know, that thing about exploring the alternative social and political scene here where I live, remember that? Not that a lesbian potluck really qualifies as political, but hey, you gotta start somewhere.
So I went to the lesbian potluck. I wore my “Love Your Body” t-shirt (get your own here) because it seems inevitable that, at these things, someone will bring up her diet. Silly me, thinking I could stave off dieting culture with a mere wisp of cotton. And right on schedule, while we’re eating dinner, a thin woman says, “I’ve gained 20 pounds since I moved here! 20 pounds!” I look down at my plate, hoping it will pass–but then the host (a not-very-thin woman) has to pipe up and say, “Well, we’ll tell you when you start looking bad!”
Before my head explodes, I say, “And when will that be, K?” It’s clear from the look on her face that she has NO IDEA what I’m getting at, so I head to the kitchen for more hot cider before she can respond and make it worse, thereby putting me in danger of abandoning my pacifist principles. Because jeezus h. keee-rist on a cracker, how much of this shit should one fat lesbian have to put up with? When, oh when, will people get a damn clue?
I only wish I could say that was the most heinous exchange of the evening, but, sadly, no–there was a racist comment from an “ayurvedic healer” involving the alleged “money-oriented” Hindu culture, the reasoning behind which I don’t understand well enough to even recreate here, let alone respond intelligibly to. Because white amerikan culture isn’t “money-oriented”? Whut? Because you haven’t appropriated Hindu healing traditions for your personal financial gain? Whut?
Lesbian events of Albuquerque: -1
Women’s land: -1
Where will it end?
