"Do the bulldagger, bulldagger swagger..." ~Phranc
I'm catching up on my lesbian folk music. Phranc is pretty sometimes, you have to have a sense of humor listening to her.
"To every young man who can't pass, from every lipstick lezzie lass, from every drag queen's high heeled stagger..."
It's interesting how probably no one in the straight world would have heard of the artist. It's part of the ay arts scene, and there is one. I am fascinated overall how socially we like a bit of personal segregation. "Girls Night Out" and such. It seems built into our psyche, we love clubs. We want to be members of everything, but don't want everyone in ours. OK, there are a few clubs I don't want to be a member of, but the core idea of having friends is there. Let's not break the arguement apart.
Aw, the frailty of the human condition.