Single & Fabulous

Apr 5, 2011

"Does It Matter If She's White?" - Interracial Dating In the Lesbian Community

does it matter if she's white?
does it matter
if sistahs and brothahs
look at me askance
not only cause she's a she
but cause she's white?

does it matter
if dykes of color even think there's something
wrong with me
some auntie Tom
in my soul
some self hate
that must exist
if I would choose
a white woman?
does it matter
if I try to justify
defend
if I point out that
my mother's white
so you see
it's only natural
any relationship I enter into
is necessarily interracial
By Dajenya

Dating and relating in the Lesbian community is hard enough with trying to navigate the outside negativity from society, family, even friends to finding your “type” - a woman who fulfills numbers 1-20 on your ILM (Ideal Lesbian Mate) checklist, but add the backlash from your fellow Lesbians to the mix and you have one hell of a reason to never want to date again!

Those of you who know me know that all of my relationships have been with women who identify as (or can pass for) Caucasian - by circumstance, not by preference. It’s disturbing within a community that is already discriminated against because of who we choose to have sex with, is so eager to discriminate against ourselves because of something as superficial as the color of ones skin. And it’s not just one sided. I’ve had African-American women accuse me of having a “color complex” or not “loving yourself enough” just because my lover is Caucasian. I remember one incident that occurred when my then girlfriend and I went to Phase in DC.

She was at the bar ordering our drinks while I watched a group of African-American women shoot pool. The women proceeded to flirt with me and strike up a conversation. One of them asked if I was single and before I could answer “No” my girlfriend came over to clarify if I wanted Patron Silver or Cuervo Silver (when in doubt bring me two shots of each!). She kissed me and that’s when the expressions on their faces changed and the conversation went from hot to cold. “I see that’s how you get down,” and “No wonder you talk all proper, you got a White chick on your arm.” Little did they know that the color of my girlfriends skin had nothing to do with the fact that I was raised to speak proper English and have been speaking this way since I was old enough to speak. And the fact that I chose to “get down” with this particular woman had nothing to do with her being Caucasian but with the fact that she and I had more in common than anyone I had been on dates with at the time - African American, Caucasian, Hispanic, Mixed.

Now I could be the proverbial Bitch, and throw around the fact that my mother is Caucasian and therefore it doesn’t matter whom I have a relationship with because I am never going to completely fit into the ethnic background of my lover, but is that really necessary or anyone’s business? I highly doubt it would make a difference.

My friends have told me stories of how they have come across Caucasian women who when asked out on a date have said “Sorry, I don’t date Black women.” WTF?!? I can understand someone saying they don’t tall women, short women, skinny women, obese women, etc but to sit there and eliminate a group of women from your dating prospects just because of the color of their skin is shallow and crazy. Stuff like this reminds me of the old “Brown Paper Bag Test” - if you’re lighter than this brown bag then I can take you home to Mommy & Daddy.

The Anti-Miscegenation Laws were deemed unconstitutional by the US Supreme Court in 1967 with the case of Loving v. Virginia. “To deny this fundamental freedom on so unsupportable a basis as the racial classifications embodied in these statutes, classifications so directly subversive of the principle of equality at the heart of the Fourteenth Amendment, is surely to deprive all the State's citizens of liberty without due process of law. The Fourteenth Amendment requires that the freedom of choice to marry not be restricted by invidious racial discrimination. Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, a person of another race resides with the individual and cannot be infringed by the State.”

In a time when the LGBT community is fighting for the right to legally marry their partners, it’s mind boggling as to why we, as a community, continue to impose and uphold discriminatory practices that only set us back, not forward.

Mar 30, 2011

One Of These Whooha's Is Not Like The Other - Lesbian GYN Blues

“One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong. Can you tell by the end of this song?” Or by the time I complete the review of your medical/sexual history?

Every time I go in for my annual pap smear or follow up appointment and the nurse or doctor begins to review my sexual history this song starts to play in my head. Why? Let’s review:

“Are you on birth control?”
“No.”
“Are you using condoms?”
“No.”
“Are you trying to get pregnant?”
“No.”
“Well you are setting yourself up for pregnancy by not taking precautions.”
“I’m not going to get pregnant.”
“What has lead you to believe this?”
“Because I don’t have sex with men.”
“Ever?”
“Never!”

Or my other favorite:


“I need you to pee in this cup.”
“Why?”
“We need to run a pregnancy test.”
“I’m not pregnant.”
“We need to be sure.”
“I am sure. I’m not pregnant.”
“And how can you be sure.”
“Because I’m a Lesbian. My partners aren’t that damn good.”

Women have been getting annual exams for centuries and I am quite sure there was a group of undisclosed Lesbians in there as well. My concern is that in the year 2011, it seems like gynecologist are still stumped about what to do with a Lesbian patient. Like my whooha is somehow in a special category for those that have never had a sperm toting penis shoved up it. “My lovers 8 inch strap on does me just fine. Thank you.” (in my stuck up JAP voice). I have all the same reproductive parts as the hetro-breeder in the exam room next to me, and I am sure I am at risk for about 90% of the same reproductive issues that effect women, regardless of sexual orientation, that she is too. So why the dumbfoundedness just because my lovers name is a feminine pronoun? Or the “I’m not sure what to do with this” blank stare because I have no need to prescribe to the conventional methods of birth control when I am already using the most effective method on the planet - LESBIANISM. My whooha deserves the same reproductive care as the next woman. The only difference is mines is prettier!

“Did you guess which thing was not like the others? Did you guess which thing just doesn’t belong?”