Yesterday I met up with The Ex for lunch whom, after a two year split of wound healing I'm now good friends with.
"Are you going to this new lesbian night later?" she asks.
"Oh, is that tonight? Not sure" I admit, less than enthusiastically. "You know what these nights can be like - either absolutely brilliant with a great vibe where you can have a good catch up with everyone or absolutely shite with comatose lesbians getting into arguments with each other!"
The Ex points out to me I'm doing the classic lesbian thing of 'knocking it' before it's even happened and it's no wonder lesbian nights struggle to get off the ground. I hang my head, because she's right.
I take my hat off to anyone that organises and tries anything solely aimed at a lesbian audience. We're a fickle bunch that are hard to please and quick to critique, with the success of a lesbian night often less about what the organisers do, and more about the mental and emotional state that lesbians go out with. In a community where everyone know's everyone, all you need are a couple of fall-outs and recent break-ups or affairs to have happened to change the whole atmosphere of a venue. Asked by friends once what I would do differently for a lesbian night, my answer was simple - I wouldn't organise a lesbian 'anything'! It's a brave soul who's not risk averse that does.
I decide that since I've become somewhat of a homebody of late (thanks to my beautiful new dining room table) and risk becoming a stay-at-home lesbian with her cats that no-one sees for years, going out and socially engaging with others in a lesbian venue would be healthy for me.
As it was I had a good night with friends, caught up with people I'd not seen for an age, the woman The Ex had an affair with kept out of eyeshot and there didn't seem any bad vibe's going on generally with others or were very contained if there was!
The motto of this story being 'don't be quick to (pre) judge a lesbian event or night'!
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