In the world of Lesfic (for the uninitiated that’s short for Lesbian Fiction) they call me politically incorrect. In the world of mainstream fiction I’m called edgy. Edgy is good. Politically incorrect, bad. In both worlds I’m the same writer, using the same words and the same plot, character and jokes. Mainstreamers know that my funny politically incorrect words are my way of holding a mirror up to society and showing them what it looks like – in all it’s absurdism – because mainstream writers have been doing this for a long, long, long time. On the other hand, some lesbians think I’m racist. Or sexist. Or weightist. Or an ageist. Or that I’m just not a very good lesbian. Straight people like funny lesbians, lesbians don’t.
We take ourselves way too seriously, methinks.
I think lesbians are funny. But maybe that’s just me.
That reminds me of an old joke: How many lesbians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Two. One to screw in the bulb and the other to write a folk song about it.
I think it’s high-time we laugh at ourselves. C’mon, and laugh with me. It’s very liberating.