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Not That Kind of Lesbian

So, one night, before my broski left to go back to school, we were discussing what movie we should watch. He was trying to sell me this movie called The Losers. And I said, "Let me see it".
So he threw it at my head, intending for me to catch it.

And this is what happened:


And he was like...


And I was like...


And it kinda got me to thinking about Lesbian stereotypes and which ones I fit and which I don't fit. If I were a stereotypical lesbian I probably should have been able to catch that DVD with my teeth. Gay as I am, and "boyish" as I am, I was NEVER good at sports. The only place I've played softball was in grade school gym class, and I can't make a lay-up too save my life. Let's just say that while there were other signs in my youth and pointed to homosexuality, my sports prowess (or lack thereof) was never ever one of them. Not that being good at sports makes you gay or being bad at them makes you not gay, but you know...thinking about stereotypes that is one I most definitely do not fit.

So what kind of lesbian am I?
Well the quick answer to that is "The Amy C. Pocket-Sized Kind" but that's not nearly as fun as comics...

First of all, we can get this out of the way up front. I am most definitely not a lipstick lesbian:

I would not make for a pretty girl.

BUT...
I really like blow-torches and power drills:

This one makes me a walking stereotype.
...Although, I'm not nearly as talented with these tools as I pretend to be. Mostly, I like to carry them around and do simple things with them (like putting up a shelf) (using the power drill not the blow torch) and then feel really proud of myself.


I think motorcycles are cool...


...but dangerous.


I enjoy a good brewsky every now and then.


But I cannot take whiskey or anything else that must be "shot"...



I'm the vegetarian kind of the lesbian...

But I hate granola.
And I'm not a hippie.
And I don't have a compost pile in my backyard.

And I can't lie...
I really freakin' love flannel shirts.

Yup, call me a dyke and hand me an ax there is NOTHING I would rather wear on a crisp fall day than a flannel shirt. Granted, I rock the flannel shirt and make it look good, but still...