babe’s
by hobo
so here I am thirty-two and walking down cary street when my best friend says “babe’s yeah that’s a lesbian bar kinda nice you know they let k.m. in just for kicks” I thought it was cause he’d screwed a lot of lesbians before but if they were with him I guess they were bi anyway I could kinda see him sitting there at the bar wearing one of his three-closets-full-of leather jackets drinking himself into some kinda crazy state picking up a couple of chicks from babe’s and going home to his house mostly newspapers and porno comics and screwing in six or seven different positions two chicks one who was definitely gay yeah lesbian the other one just long blonde-and wondering babe’s got a lot of the wondering types some of them sincere some of them experimenting with a way to overcome some kind of childhood sex thing at least that’s what they’d say
take me back ten years and I had a bunch of friends turn gay overnight but they did it for political reasons a lot of that was going around in the seventies it was gay or marxist or some kind of a cappella women’s group black but they had this one woman (no chick, she was a woman) who was white but she had the sweetest voice so she was in it too anyway
that was the seventies you know but it was before that really I mean it was my mom who started me in on the whole thing cause she had tons of gay friends male but she lived in fear that some woman would turn on her and I guess someone did anyway I think it gave me some weird angle on the whole thing and well now
I hedge down cary street I just think that me and diana we could stop in one night test the waters see how gutsy I’d be (cause basically I’m chicken and even though I love Diana she’s just my best friend if you know what I mean) and I’m not really into any gay scene not that I haven’t done a thing or two but
that was years ago which is to say it doesn’t count I guess well not really anyway see my very very best friend peggy who stopped being called peggy so she could be margaret when we turned seventeen and we both lost our virginity (god that’s a corny phrase) no come to think of it it was before we’d slept with anyone anyway she’d fallen in love with me so she said and she wanted it all so there
was margaret (I hope I’m remembering this right) then there was that beautiful a cappella woman in d.c. who had a couple of kids was a lot older but I think she was gay too and she knew
I just could not keep my eyes off her and God she was beautiful! she must have thought this twenty-year-old was just so sweet cause she never touched me not even once never except one day on the street out of nowhere she leans over and gives me a soft kiss and I must have died cause she said “God you really are blushing” she laughed at that too oh well I guess
that’s it well no actually there was the thing with my boyfriend’s first lover but that doesn’t count does it? anyway we only did things cause he wanted to watch I guess that’s a big thing with guys watching even my husband thinks watching would be a turnon but not guys just chicks cause it’s supposed to be artistic yeah I guess so and then there’s
my super-straight friend who follows the virgin mary now and marches against abortion and the whole bit and she actually is very happily married really but she used to be straight gay I’m talking dyke guess that’s a common term I guess
that’s the end of my list as far as I recall so we would be just a couple of dykes me and my friend diana if we left our lovers guys for a night and just went into babe’s together for a drink I mean I guess that’s what dykes do or is there something more to it? don’t ask me I’m as straight as my mom was and I figure she did about as much as I’ve done don’t you? except
there really are a few women in my life I love so there
