The doorbell rang and I ignored it. I wasn’t expecting anyone so I let the dogs bark; hoping the noise would chase off any door-to-door canvassers.
Then it rang again. Grrrrr. I hate dealing with door-to-door canvassers, specially in the winter. I shooed the dogs from the door, a little curious now because I didn’t see anyone through the glass in the door. I opened the door and peeked out to see if someone was standing to the side. No-one. Then I looked down.
Oh my goddess! It was just like in the old movies. A little baby basket. With a bundle in it. Being the kind-hearted soul I am, I picked that little bundle up, held it in my arms, moving the blankets aside and knew immediately that somehow, someone knew where to bring such an odd creation where it would be accepted for what it is; an unusual, confused and orphaned search string: Words Connected to Lesbianism.
This odd search term arrived here because this is a place of sanctuary from all isms, a safe house. Because this is my L blog, My Words! and being a lesbian, ALL of my words are connected to all things lesbian. Except for when they aren’t.
But let’s get one thing straight, um, clear. An ‘ism’ is a doctrine: a belief (or system of beliefs) accepted as authoritative by some group or school of thought. Let me say this about that: I’m taking my new little bundle to the word doctor for an operation to remove the ism before it turns dangerous.
It’s true that everything has its own language, own jargon which does two things: it builds solidarity for the people within the community and it serves to set a community apart, ensure otherness to keep outsiders out.
The lesbian language did not develop in the primordial linguistic goo. It was formulated in secret labs. Not many lesbian historians like to talk about this, but not talking about it will not make it go away. The truth is that there exists a secret cabal of lesbians running the ever-growing lesbian everything everywhere and they are hounds-of-hell strict about the dress code, the dating code, the word usage code, the food and cooking code, the fashion or lack thereof code, the hair cut code, the various flavours of sex code, the dance code, and most troubling to me, carving in stone tablets for perpetuity two very bad ideas: lesbian drama code and sleeping with best friend’s ex code. Nobody ever said cabals are smart, did they?
I for one have long taken a stand against the lesbian cabal, even when I’m lying down: I am a lesbian, not a lesbianism. And my words connected to lesbian include yum, laughter, intelligence, life, movies, fast cars, shoes, love, cashmere, silk, making love, spice, home, hot bath, oh my goddess she is so cool, books, dogs, friends, music, paying the bills, when, what, why, where, when, and how, respect, honour, her, us, we, touch, yes, no, maybe, really and my new favourite words — oh, seriously and now.