Ladies' Night

Blog #8

West Hollywood or WeHo as we like to refer to it is and, I assume, shall forever remain the Mecca of all things gay. Also know as “boys town” because, well…it’s streets are literally crawling with them. Gay men for decades have been flocking to the streets of West Hollywood, strutting their six packs and hard-ons, and tearing it up shirtless in the many bars that line it’s streets. So where are all the lesbians, you might ask?? Excellent question! The gay women of WeHo have, for decades, been tragically reduced to exactly 2 bars in the area. The Normandie Room (which existed at the time but is no-longer) and The Palms which, let’s face it, is not a desirable scene unless you have an affinity to the geriatric. All in all, equating to exactly zero lesbian bars you would ever consider stepping foot in.

So, while the boys have their pick of the litter on any given day, the girls have to gather weekly at which ever “ladies night” happens to be popular. Well, at this time, every lesbian in the tri-state area gathered together at Here bar Friday nights. United, they came to drink, mingle, and ultimately watch the half naked bartenders dance “Coyote Ugly” style atop the center bar.

Michelle and her friends were no exception.

We “strolled in” around 11:30pm which, if you’ve been to Truck Stop, is no easy task. As is at anywhere worth going to in LA, there is always a line. If you don’t have an “in” you either come early or wait impatiently in line and prepare to be exposed as the nobody you are. I hate to say it but lines are for the people they don’t really want in but have to as they will probably be the only ones buying drinks at the bar.

Entering Truck Stop with Michelle was a completely different experience then the last time I’d been there. I wasn’t the same little wall flower that hid in the corner. One by one Michelle introduced me to every girl she knew and she seemed to know EVERYONE. I was making friends left and right, chatting it up, cracking jokes, being one of them! It felt incredible. All my lesbian dreams were now bursting to fruition and the night wasn’t even half over yet. And the best part was Michelle seemed to really like me.

After grabbing another drink (or 2) at the bar, we headed straight for the dance floor. They were way past capacity as usual so Michelle and I were practically smashed up against each other in a seemingly endless sea of women. I don’t know if was the booze or the pure energy of the room but I was overcome with a pressing need to be even closer. I grabbed her cute little face, and as the room appeared to stand still for a moment, I closed my eyes, pressed her lips to mine and kissed her. And again, and again, and again. It all felt so natural, so perfectly in tune to everything I was supposed to be doing. I had been waiting for this kiss, this follow up moment to the night I’d spent with Daisy and here it was happening in way far beyond my wildest dreams.
Everything was perfect, the girl, the music, the night, the kiss, UNTIL…..

Until we got back to her place.

-Lesbian X