[*Anya*]

Originally Posted by Parker

Man, the memories that just produced ..... the DJ knew me and whenever I went to the bar, as soon as I walked in, she would play Melissa Etheridge's Like The Way I Do because it was my favorite; and my friends and I would sing that song at the top of our baby dyke lungs while the older dykes watched us with those knowing smiles on their faces ...

Now I *am* one of those older dykes who smiles at the younger generation when I see them out and about .... lol, a complete circle.

This post made me teary!

I too, remember those days- not the baby dyke days, well, other than making my heart beat faster, looking at the baby and older dykes; but the days when it was all so new and exciting.

Those were really the best days of first coming out. Finding that missing piece of me, that I could finally feel like there was a place for me and that I was not strange or weird.

Being held in another woman's arms and feeling not only the heat that I had never felt with bio men but the true joy that bubbled up inside myself.

The clubs were where I really felt, for the first time, that I was home.

My people. My tribe. My women.