Happy Sunday! It has been a long week of ups and downs but I am very glad I was able to attend the latest installment of our Lesbians of Color Dinner Series. It was a great time hosted by one of my favorite couples Tee and Jada. For their dinner they chose a Italian theme served family style, complete with an after dinner shot of Sambuca (among other libations).
These monthly dinners are becoming one of the highlights of my month. We have candid conversations about everything from dating to professional advancement. I love how we have created a safe place where we can talk without judgement (well… maybe a little judgement lol). We now have about 20 dynamic women in our group and I can’t wait to see how the next dinner turns out.
This year we will definitely be attending the highlight event (in our opinion) Artscape, which showcases local lesbian (and not-so-lesbian) art work. So with that in mind we decided to overdose on some lesbian art, in the form of film. Huān yíng to Saving Face.
Good morning lovebugs. Wow it’s been a while since I started off a post like that o_O. I am trying to mentally and physically regroup from an exhausting (and awesome) weekend.
Saturday morning, I did Habitat for Humanity through my company’s community action committee. By Saturday afternoon, I wanted to cut off my own limbs because everything hurt. Thanks to Epsom Salt and Tylenol, I bounced back in time for the second installment of the Lesbians of Color Dinner Series hosted this time by the K Word’s own Crystal J.
I had a great time. Crystal and her partner chose a Mediterranean theme. We enjoyed kebabs and turkish delite, while sipping on shots of Ouzo. Yes, we sipped the shots because I only know one person who could take to the head (Shout out to Brig). It was great to see the energy from the first event didn’t extinguish over the month. We had great conversations and met some new ladies (which will always be my favorite part).
I don’t have any pictures of this party because the hostesses asked that we not take any. No debauchery occurred but I still respected their wishes. Let the record show my dress was fierce… and since there are no pictures on record of it… I’m wearing it again. *shrugs*
Woo hoo! I am back from an amazing trip to the Dominican Republic for my sistar’s birthday.
I had a wonderful time with really cool women, but I must admit I missed my fellow lezzies. I forgot how it is to be surrounded by straight women, having completely straight conversations. Chiiiiile.
I know I am going to be in a whole house full of “us” next week for our Lesbians of Color Dinner Party, but I needed a quick fix NOW. So since my money is still in pesos, I decided to go head deep into some good ol’ lesbian films last night.
The movie that I watched “Family” has been stalking me on Amazon for a while. I kept looking at it and ending up watching something else… Why you might ask? Because I am cheap… like “2.99 to rent a movie is CRAY when I can watch hundreds for free” kind of cheap. But I am EXTREMELY happy I bit the bullet and spent them coins.
For those who know me on a non-virtual level (I was going to say a personal level… but yeah anyone that reads this blog knows me quiiiite personally *shrugs*) I have been going on and on about the launch of my newest project, the Lesbians of Color Dinner Series. The last Saturday of the month, dynamic lesbians of color from all over South Florida get together to dish, eat, and network. I would include sip but if it is something I am a part of, that should be pretty obvious.
So Saturday was our first dine. It was AMAZING! No, I’m not just saying that because I was the host. The theme of my dinner was a Wine and Tapas Soiree (with a little/lot of Sangria) too. We ended up with 16 [insert another word for amazing] women, 20 bottles of wine, 3 gallons of sangria and only 2 broken glasses. We got little snapshots into each other’s lives and wow what lives we live. Let’s just say I didn’t think I would be hearing about someone sewing a man’s fingers back on after an accident, or that I would be preparing to ride (read: watch others ride) in a 100ish mile bike ride supporting the less fortunate. We were regaled with singing, played an epic game of Celebrity and did a LOT of late night dancing in the dark. I would go on and on, but I guess pictures will have to say the remaining thousand words.
Special shout out of course to KP for being the Robin to my Batman (though we aren’t in ANY pictures together.. IJS)
I know I have said before that I am definitely not hip or cool. I am not a superlesbian and actually prefer to see myself as an unfashionable femme. So I really have no business being bewildered by a conversation I recently had, and definitely not enough to write a blog about it…
But I am and I am so there humph
Let me give you a little K background before I get any “You are sensitive” eyerolls….
Growing up, there were a total of 7 black students in my elementary school, a whole hell of a lot in middle school, and a whopping 3 in my graduating class. I was always the cool black girl, without much effort. I even had a girl tell me that I was one of the only black people she knew (keyword: knew, not saw at the mall or shirked from in the elevator). Sidenote: I grew up in Miami, not Mayberry… just in case you were wondering. It was never a big thing, I just grew up with the belief that I was a universally cool cat (though using the term “cool cat” probably just lost me some points).
Did I have to check a few in my day about a pre-Imus Nappy headed hoe-ish comment? Probably.
Did I give a side eye to a “Yo, what’s up my n*word?” salutation between two melanin-free jocks from across the hall? Mmm hmm.
But one thing is for damn sure, I never in my life was told to my face “I don’t deal with black people…” followed up with a “No no K you aren’t like themmmmm”.