2008-03-18 - 6:49 a.m.
I got my motorcycle license Sunday. Gas prices are getting ridiculous, and as I told a friend, I've never been very attached to life. Riding a motorcycle is fun, but has made every single muscle in my body ache. You have to use your whole body to maneuver the motorbike, and if you are a wee thing on a five hundred pound beast (which is light for a bike, actually) it takes a lot out of you.
All of my friends laugh, "Now you're a dyke on a bike, you gonna get a harley?"
Somehow I feel like making these pseudo statements disenfranchises myself from the modern lesbian. I'm not butch, I'm sure as hell not femme, I'm tattooed and pierced, and an overly sensitive cry baby... mixed in with a completely unemotional asshole. The new femme seems to want a mirror reflection. The old femme wants some relic that I am not; my personality is NOT butch. If you've read my journal in the past, I got DUMPED because I cry too much and dance like a girl. lol
I'm a girl. Really, seriously, I am.
I just don't know where I fit in the gender continuum as one.
