This Year Started Oh Too Well

I've been trying to wrap my head around girls in Los Angeles for a decent amount of time now. At first, I assumed that it was just the venues I'd found, but a year later, with various mildly entertaining parties shutting down or cutting down their nights from weekly to monthly, I'm absolutely certain that I'm familiar with the entire lesbian scene all the way from Los Angeles to Long Beach. There are numerous fun nights to be found if LESBIANS are what you're into, but for raging QUEERS like myself, the past year has marked the shift from dwindling to non-existent shared spaces. What you may ask is the difference between myself (a brooklyn queer) and the Los Angeles variation of lesbo? Well, above all else, I would have to say sex positivity, brain function, and above all else, a majorly reduced lack of concern for my hair and L word identification. The closest person I found to my own sexual politics in Hell-A (theoretically at least) was a person who on our first meeting/date noted that were she in San Francisco, she'd identify as "queer", but as she was at the time in Los Angeles, it would perhaps make more sense to leave it at the fact that she just "was". Well, enough LA, I don't just want people who are, I want people who are queer. I'm here. I'm queer. Go fuck yourself.