Just 'bian honest.

Hiya, dude-chics!

Thanks for taking a moment from your music streaming and Etsy browsing to give our blog a well-deserved perusal.

Nice to meet you. 

We are Beth and Katrina, two queer femme-types living in Syracuse, NY. We get by on wit and cynicism (at least in regards to our mental stability, because it certainly doesn’t pay the bills) but we’ve found that our wordplay and dashing good looks really don’t get a femme far in this ‘ol town.

In the six short months we’ve known each other, we’ve navigated the lesbian labyrinth, bonded over our inability to flag down the attention of the dykier types, and over-analyzed texts from potential suitors.

We’ve tried a myriad of methods:

• frequented the bars and lesbian hangouts. No go.
• online dating led us to other femmes (including each other), most of whom seem to be searching for that perfect dyke who falls somewhere along the butchier side of the queer spectrum. 
• one time we shopped at Wegmans for Thanksgiving pizza fixins’, but we ended up looking like one of those cute lesbian couples, instead of two single gals on the prowl for cranberries and a good stuffing. 

We want to share with you, our doting and devoted readers, our lezcapades, dating mishaps, and queer quandaries. We hope you like us and what we have to share. Hell, we hope you fall in effing love with us (especially if you are sporting a faux hawk, boy jeans and some swagger …just sayin’).  

Also, we make a damn good Thanksgiving pizza: 

We know what you’re thinking.

“Another lesbian blog? I mean really?”

Yep. It’s been done before. To be honest (since that’s why we’re here), we are in awe of what’s already out there. Blogs like Effing Dykes and EveryoneisGay have always run a close second to Facebook stalking whenever we looked for tools of procrastination in our baby dyke college years. These blogs introduced the dos and don’ts of the lesbian trade. Autostraddle.com linked us to a better understanding of ourselves as femmes in those formative years.

But, as with any flourishing and healthy relationship, our lesbian library transitioned as life changed. We’ve since left our college towns and meandering lifestyles for the stable 9-5 jobs and the abyss that is student loan repayment. These blogs have now become a refuge in a world that seems significantly less saturated with lesbians, queers and, well, our people.

At first, we didn’t realize this transition. We were both in relationships (not with each other) and were blinded by how seemingly settled and “in love” we were.

Then, the punctuated sounds of a U-haul in reverse punctured our fairy tale endings.

Katrina’s relationship tried to hang in there for a little bit, but it kind of just fizzled out, like a candle flame drowning in its own wax. The wax was made of kittens. Or one kitten, anyway, who’s name is Agatha Hazel. Katrina decided to mother her to the point of sleeping in the guest bedroom. 

This might be the only recorded Lesbian Bed Death event that still involved pussy.

Beth’s relationship kind of just ended one day when her ex decided she was more into her manager at the Home Depot than she was into Beth.

Needless to say, Beth is now a full supporter of Lowes and their Lesbians; one – because she has always been a fan of alliterative phrases, and two – because orange just never looks good on anyone.

So. There we were, two lonely lesbians with no friends (okay, we had friends, just not ample amounts of the lesbian variety). It was no longer possible to hide behind the lives we knew when we were coupled up. Suddenly, cuddling was off the table, since there was no excuse to stay in and watch HGTV instead of going out to a bar. So, we did what any isolated lesbian does. We dove into the world of online dating (or networking to make it sound less creepy). And BAM! We met and became instant friends.

Actually, we had some awkward intimate encounters first, and then became friends:

Whoops.

Since then, we have steadily been adding to our circle of awesomeness and meeting some more-than-tolerable individuals. Yay, friends! But, we started getting this itch (not like a genital rash itch, but more like a clothing tag itch where you start off barely noticing it and by the end of the day you’re tearing at it with your teeth). We want to do something more and to feel like we’re contributing to ourselves and others.

While many 20-somethings are on the direct path to marriage, mortgages, and monotony, we’re still fantasizing about amassing books for our home libraries, learning to play guitar, and trying to conform to hipster fashions without looking overly hip. Lots of our facebook friends, all of whom we know so well, seem to be finding fulfillment by making babies.

Facebook is now fetusbook, as sonogram after sonogram is posted. We now know everyone else’s uterus better than our own. 

Since growing a parasitic fetus is out of the question, this blog will become our child. We will attend to it, nurture it with all of our lesbian know-how and writhe (this word always feels sexual) with excitement as we see what it becomes. And hell, if we forget about it for a week or two, CPS won’t be called.

Score.

Ready to launch:

We’re hoping to start regular posts within the next couple of months. The Ides of March, perhaps? For now, feel free to pitch ideas to us about what you might like to see. And what we’d really like to know: What are some of your dating stories??