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Parker · 02-04-2012, 04:04 AM

There were these few times when I was a baby dyke in San Diego hanging out at a lesbian bar, singing Melissa Etheridge's Like The Way I Do at the top of my lungs with a few of my baby dyke friends. I remember seeing the older dykes watching us, smiling that smile - that knowing smile of remembering what it was like to be young and stupid, but fearless and full of energy.

I know that look because I *am* one of those older dykes now, smiling at the baby dykes and the young butches strutting around, cocky - I wish I could go back to that baby dyke that was me and tell her to stop taking shit so seriously, to cut loose a little more, to enjoy where she is at that moment.

Or at least, I wish I could have stepped away from the self-absorption and arrogance of youth and spoken to those older dykes; to hear their stories and thank them for their struggles that made things just a bit easier for me, just like my struggles have made things a bit easier for this generation and their struggles will make things a bit easier for the next generation.

02-04-2012, 04:04 AM	#27
Parker Timed Out - Permanent How Do You Identify?: Butch. Lesbian. Dyke. Woman. Female. Preferred Pronoun?: She, of course! Relationship Status: Content Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: Small Town Life Posts: 2,880 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 7,858 Thanked 11,727 Times in 2,429 Posts Rep Power: 0	There were these few times when I was a baby dyke in San Diego hanging out at a lesbian bar, singing Melissa Etheridge's Like The Way I Do at the top of my lungs with a few of my baby dyke friends. I remember seeing the older dykes watching us, smiling that smile - that knowing smile of remembering what it was like to be young and stupid, but fearless and full of energy. I know that look because I am one of those older dykes now, smiling at the baby dykes and the young butches strutting around, cocky - I wish I could go back to that baby dyke that was me and tell her to stop taking shit so seriously, to cut loose a little more, to enjoy where she is at that moment. Or at least, I wish I could have stepped away from the self-absorption and arrogance of youth and spoken to those older dykes; to hear their stories and thank them for their struggles that made things just a bit easier for me, just like my struggles have made things a bit easier for this generation and their struggles will make things a bit easier for the next generation.