L-G-B-T . . . Respect it.

Thanks for the idea, Truston! I was thinking about writing about how lesbians fit into LGBT.

For starters, I don't think we're represented enough by real lesbians. There are a lot of girls who parade around wearing rainbow bracelets, claiming to be lesbians, when in fact, they are begging for male attention. I find this absolutely disgusting. We are thrown into two groups; One is comprised of mainly butch girls, who men despise for some reason– I personally find butch girls scorching hot– and the lipstick lesbians, who really want your dick. (only, not really.)

Some men can't stand the fact that a cute girl standing there in high heels and a black mini skirt isn't just begging to go home with them.

Oh, and watching? Please. If we're not going to sleep with you, we're not about to let you watch us have sex. That's what your computer and porn websites are for.

Speaking of which, has anyone else noticed how fake lesbian porn is? Please. Who kisses their girlfriend once and immediately goes down on her?

Anyway, I think we really do have some good representation out there, we're just overshadowed by the latter of the two sects. The middle group is almost invisible. The androgynous lesbians are the hardest to label. They can be girly one day and a stone butch the next, if that's the way they feel. Either way, we're proud of who we are, carpet cleaning bills and all.

So that's that! Jackie's view on the "L" of LGBT. Have any topics or comments? feel free to leave a comment below or email me.

So, About What You Said Earlier. .

So, dear podcast listeners, we've finally created our own blogs. How exciting! Although I'm not quite sure what I want to rant about on here, I'm sure I'll find out. I promise not to make it too long.

So, about this Chatroullette. I'm not into it. There's just something about a man's penis in my face that makes my gag reflex kick in. Obviously. So, I decided- or at least, was prompted by Ninja- to go for a lighter version called Omegle. It's actually pretty fun. I ran into only one man wanting to play hide the sausage, and thanks to the handy disconnect button, I was off quicker than Davy Dangerous would've been on. :)

Enough about my experiences with random strangers though, that's what the stalker is for! I'm honestly not quite sure what to write about, so you know what? I'm going to let you pick. Send me an email about a topic you'd like me to cover, and i'm on it like white on rice. . or my sister on rice. Just until I find my footing, you see. Depending on the topic, I'll include pictures, videos, and hey, you'll probably find your way into our podcast too.

Oh, the picture? Yea. This is what I do with my new Mac. Thanks Davy!