Lesborama Drama Trauma...

So, I have this friend who several years ago started a lesbian social networking site called "The Bowed Rain/Sun Weather Phenomenon Non-Conformists."

OK. Not really. It 's called "The Rainbow Rebels," and it's out of Phoenix, Arizona.

It has grown into quite a social phenomenon, alright. Her site has about 800 lesbian members now. What she had originally intended as a simple means by which local lesbians could connect with each other through planning, hosting, and attending social events has turned into a hotbed (snicker, snicker) of unintended activity.

She often finds herself responding to concerns, complaints, and sometimes even harsh personal attacks. This seems to confuse and surprise her, and I just want to give her a big hug, bless her heart. That's so cute! As if you could EVER bring a group of more than two (2) lesbians together and expect things to go smoothly. She has 800 (she is crazy) all interacting to varying degrees. I'm surprised she hasn't been killed yet, or at least assaulted with a power tool.

You see, we lesbians are notorious for an affliction known as "Dyke Drama."  It is timeless, resistant to change, and no matter how educated or self-aware we are-we CAN'T HELP IT!

The "L-Word" was a ground breaking dramatic series built around this concept. Yes, the stories involved impossibly beautiful, successful, "femme" lesbians, with fascinating careers, international connections, and (MOST UNREALISTIC OF ALL) great hair. I think they had a "token butch" in there too.

Anyway, my point is that it doesn't take all of that to have the formula for a real life Dyke Drama. Just leave three or four lesbians alone in a room together, and go ahead and make some popcorn, because it's going to get entertaining.

You can spend months planning for something, trying to anticipate every possible contingency...and yet, there WILL be some kind of problem. I guarantee it. Someone, somewhere, somehow will get offended or hurt. Or both.

Felicia will get mad at Pinecone for inviting Cassidy, who one time looked at her wrong for smiling at Jay Ray who had a thing for Felicia after that crazy night at the 1999 Pride Festival, and then had the nerve to go up to Melinda and suggest that Rebecca told Amy about that thing Casey had said about her cat after the big softball tournament. And Jill will eat all of the hummus. Again.  WTF, JILL?

It's always crazy. And I wouldn't trade my community fellowship for the world. Not willingly, anyway. I'm sure I've pissed someone off, somewhere.

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to go get offended about something and blame the founder of "Rainbow Rebels." And try to get some hummus before it's gone.