Hey little lesbians- I’ve been thinking about the Six Degrees of Separation as it applies to lesbian interactions especially in Atlanta, GA. In case you don’t know anything about the Six Degrees of Separation theory let me give you a little lesson. Six degrees of separation is the philosophy that everyone and everything is six or fewer steps away, by way of introduction, from any other person in the world, so that a chain of “a friend of a friend” statements can be made to connect any two people in six steps at most. So think about it, there’s like 0-1 degrees of separation when it comes to lesbianism (well at least in Atlanta). I keep saying “in Atlanta” because this is where I live. I don’t know a damn about Milwaukee Dykin.
So, I’ve been seeing this delightful woman, Little Miss Love Song, I haven’t written about her/us because I’ve given my word that I wouldn’t. I really have so many nice things to say but let me stop before I infringe on our agreement. Anyway, She asked me about the women I’d been seeing previous to when she and I started seeing each other. She called out a random woman from my past that I’d gone on 7-11 dates with recently. This chick I call Little Miss Inconsistent- because she is just that… mixed signal slinging, pop up as she pleases etc. Hence why I haven’t written about her, She’s not around enough. Let me get back on track. Little Miss Love Song and Little Miss Inconsistent are acquainted through one or two mutual friends. While this lack of separation is annoying it’s not problematic for me.
The rundown: One of my good friends ex-girlfriends is the now boo of my bestie from my late teens and early twenties. Shit, if we’re going to be honest I’m “guilty” of seeing someone who is an ex of woman that I’ve been shall we say…. Friendly with. Little Miss Asshole is sorta besties with someone I’ve been intimate with. So I say all of this to ask a question; does the lack of degrees of separation make it impossible to maintain the “G-code”? G-code meaning you don’t deal with someone who is cool with someone you’ve dealt with in the past and/or ex boo of your friend’s homegirl. I feel it’s not impossible to maintain the G-code but it could be wasted efforts. Like don’t be a complete ho about it, don’t be the smash n’ pass between a crew. But if the bitches ain’t “bruhs” is it cool? Like where do you draw the line? Birds of a feather flock together, so quality bitches are bound to know each other if only just in passing.
Shit is stressful if you let it be, luckily for me… I don’t do stress. I’m grown, I’m not malicious, and I’m mindful of karma and people’s feelings. But really, what’s a girl to do?!
Ok so I must admit I see it for Traxx Girls Hideout parties at Halo. I love the venue I was introduced to Halo during the short time in my life I could’ve been considered an urban hipster. It’s not too small, not too big just freakin right. Last week I made my third visit to The Hideout for my girl The Duchess of Dykery, my turn-up twin herself Supe’s birthday. We had a good ass time! The fact that we were just under 40 deep helped Im sure; but DJ Truz was on it, the Photographer was amazing and super accommodating (thanks KP).
Not that Traxx Girls needs my seal of approval but here it is. GO, you should have good time. What else is there to do on a Thursday night?! I hope it remains consistent, the crowd is fun, 21 and up so not a whole lot of jumping up and down and drama that the kiddies tend to bring.
That’s really all I’ve got to say about that.
So I’ve been thinking… maybe I’m one of those girls who thinks too highly of themselves. If we’re going to be honest I can’t keep a bitch. Or perhaps I cant keep the ones worth keeping but still that’s something I need to explore. A while ago on my tumblr I talked about how people should come with a list of their side effects an idea I got from Dimples (thanks again, 3 years later).
I know myself well. I curse like a sailor, my attitude is nothing to play with, I can be a nag, I’m also not great with forgiveness, I tend to be a bit cocky, my patience is beyond thin and lastly I tend to see things my way… almost always. Now for the good: I’m smart, I love The Lord, I’m not ugly, I can cook, I’m well spoken, ambitious, funny, my ass is huge (in a good way) I love a good time and I’m a DOWN ASS BITCH I can really go on all day!
I do truly believe that my good qualities outweigh my bad qualities. But why is it that good girls run for the hills when I can’t shake the dogs for the life of me?! I honestly don’t know if I’m going to solve my issue through this post but I guess its all in good fun.
I conducted a quick little survey on two of my exes; One being Little Miss Crazytown and Little Miss One Who Got Away (one day I will go more into depth about her). I thought it might be good to talk to two of my ex-lovers to figure where I may have went wrong so that net time I might have a fighting chance with love . I didn’t edit their answers in anyway I hope this will help y’all grasp their characters better
So I had to edit this post due to the havoc it caused with both of my exes. Now let me say this: I honestly didn’t intend to upset anyone. It was all cool just two days ago, now people that I care about are upset. While I think (as do most of my readers) that this was an AMAZING and informative portion of the post. but whatever, its down now. This is the ONE and ONLY time I will edit any post for anyone. WHEN YOU VISIT MY BLOG COME WITH THE “IT AINT FOR EVERYBODY” MINDSET PLEASE.
So thats that. One is clearly a dickwad and the other one isn’t… you be the judge. They did help me realize that I’m obviously NOT delusional .. my good outweighs my bad by far! So now what? Why am I single?! Bitches be crazy… THATS WHY!
Till next time
Little Miss Lesbo