Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: CamBaloney, erin (is easily outraged), everything i touch or don't touch turns to gay, lezbros, pride, rainbows
This past weekend Denver was hosting some sort of rainbow-lovers’ festival. And I <3 rainbows!!!!! So I rounded up fellow ROYGBIV-ers Camby and Erin, and we hopped onto our unicorn and rode into the city to see what all the fuss was about.
Faithful readers, you know this man. But you may not recognize him, because the last time you saw him, his ratio of facial hair to hair-on-head was reversed. However, you can rest assured that, regardless of his hair situation, Campbell aka C Man aka CamBaloney (whoops, was that last one supposed to stay between you and your mom?) is still the lezbro–New Jersey born and bred!–we all know and love.
Therefore, I am pleased to announce that our dear friend, who once turned up his nose at the mere mention of the so-called blogosphere, has just become its newest and most enthusiastic member! That’s right, our beloved lezbro–who has dubbed himself Less Annoying Than Guy Fieri (note to my foodie readers: I’m sorry, but I did have to google that name)–is going to use our era’s finest form of publication to regale us (in a manner that is, presumably, less than unbearably annoying) with tales of life, love, and–most important–food!
So after a long night of drinking Heinekens and scamming on hot skanks at the dance club, head on over to the blog that’s open 24 hours a day / 7 days a week, complete with a surly waitstaff that’s always available to offer you a cup of lukewarm coffee–or to just ignore you completely until the second you get up to walk out of the *$&@!# place. Jersey style (<3).
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: CamBaloney, erin (is easily outraged), fish tacos, lezbros, lumpiness, No time! There's never any time!
It’s been a rough week, Dear Readers. But I know just the thing to cheer me up: WHINING ABOUT IT IN MY BLOG! (Oh, TEH CAPS LOCK is so cathartic. I’m feeling better already!)
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: CamBaloney, cougar, lezbros, old school lesbians, regret
So. Here at unicorn central, we’ve talked about old lesbians, and we’ve talked about men who (reeeally) love lesbians, but there’s one fascinating demographic we have yet to discuss: men who look like old lesbians.
What? Well… it’s just one of those things that you have to see for yourself. From Cracked.com, here is a list of The Top 25 Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians. (It’s like a much harsher-on-the-eyes version of AfterEllen.com’s Top 10 Lesbian-ish Men.)
First of all, a note to my, um, mature lesbian readers. Ladies, this post is NOT about you! I think you’re very pretty, and you’re not even that old. So don’t get cranky. Let’s see that youthful smile! That youthful sense of humor!
And lezbros, don’t you get all upset either–just because you hang out with us all the time doesn’t mean you’ll start looking like us one day (exception: Figure 1). It just means that, at some point, you will suddenly realize that your manly stoicism has been replaced by the constant urge to barf feelings all over the place. (This is perfectly normal. Just grab a box of tissues and an ice cream cake and wait for it to pass.)
Now let’s talk about the list. First of all, I find it hilarious, despite the nagging feeling that I should somehow feel offended by it. But then again, having read my girlfriend Ariel Levy’s New Yorker article about the Van Dykes–a group of radical, REAL lesbians who probably wouldn’t hesitate to punch me in the face if they saw this blog post–I already know that I’m a poor excuse for a lesbian. So I’ll just suppress my guilt about that and hold on to it forever. (Ah, regret.)
Moving right along. You may have noticed that my beloved current state of residence, the big C-O, got a few shoutouts on the list. That’s right–apparently I’m living in some sort of paradise for old lesbians. (You know, now that I think about it, I probably should have realized this earlier–I mean, Colorado is home to comfortable-footwear companies (Crocs), organic grocers (Wild Oats Market), and a place called Beaver Creek.) Let’s take a look:
The head of Women’s Studies at Community College of Denver.
Singer. Country boy. Aviator.
The founder of Colorado’s first Lesbian Games, a non-competitive Olympics guaranteeing “participation trophies” for all entrants.
Nice. Also, I am horrified/amused to note that the author of this list, Keith Mays–a “pioneer in the field of men who look like old lesbians”–has an entire blog devoted to this subject. Wow, this guy sure is dedicated. But he’d better not show up in Colorado anytime soon–old dykes aren’t exactly known for their sense of humor.
Filed under: "The L Word" Redux, Required Reading | Tags: CamBaloney, erin (is easily outraged), lezbros, No time! There's never any time!, old school lesbians, The L Word
(You’d think that all lesbians, by default, have the enzyme that enables the digestion of “The L Word” Season Six. Well, either I’m lacking said enzyme, or it just doesn’t exist. But I’m hoping beer will perform a lactaid-like function.)
I know I say this every week, but this episode really was the worst one yet. I swear! I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever actually begged Bondy to fast-forward through a scene before. Yeesh.
One realization I had after sitting through this particularly painful episode was that up until now, I had really been taking the show’s gratuitous sex scenes for granted. But now I truly understand that they are not in fact “gratuitous”. They serve a very important purpose, which–as any straight man could tell you–is to make even the most excruciating “L Word” episodes at least remotely watchable.
That’s right: this week’s episode did not include any hot girl-on-girl action whatsoever. Well OK, technically it had one “sex scene” (Tasha jackhammering Alice on the sofa), but it was so far from “hot” that I really can’t count it. Another sex scene almost happened (Shane and Niki having an artsy darkroom encounter) but alas, Shane’s untimely barfing fit put a quick–not to mention completely gross–stop to that one.
On a side note, this week’s viewing included special guest Campbell. Previously, the only “L Word” episodes he had seen were from Seasons One and Two. (Needless to say he was not only disgusted, but also shocked to see Shenny happening.) And so the question remains: why would he ever want to ruin that by watching this season? Is he a dedicated lezbro, or just a fool (like the rest of us)? It’s hard to say. But now he has no excuse not to read this entire post and leave a relevant comment! Looking forward to it, bud.