My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the l***q Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.
As the weeks went by, I quit discussing my dating gaffes with any of them. There was no point-they just made fun of me. It hadn't mattered who I'd gone
