Julia: So... you know when you're walking down the street and you see a hot butch dyke and your head turns and you smile and get flirty... only to realize—with GREAT disappointment—"Oh, that's a dude. Not a dyke. Dammit."
Amy: Of course. Happens more than I'd like to admit.
Elizabeth: Ugh. I have to remind myself every time I go to the East Village that the hot bulldaggers everywhere are in fact dumb, stupid, cisgendered boys.
Amy: It's sad, really. Sometimes it's your professor or even worse, your dad's friend and then it's just embarrassing.
Julia: OMG I know. I get so disappointed. Like, "What a waste." Which is so lame of me, but... whatever.
Amy: "What a waste," that's a great way to look at it. Waste of what though? Your time? Your enthusiasm? Or waste of a person?
Julia: Cuteness. On a boy.
Elizabeth: I've heard Liederman use the term "Should-bian."
Julia: Ha ha!
Amy: TRUE. Although.... there are SO many more hot boys out there that I’ve just embraced/accepted it.
Julia: Sigh. You are so forward thinking, Amy. Someday I will mature and be like you.
Amy: Otherwise, you'd never be able to flirt! Haha.
Julia: So there’s this blog on blogspot which has taken the dilemna of dudes who look like dykes to a whole new level... of funny.
Amy: I think the hilarity is in its specificity of "old" lesbians.
Julia: I know!
Amy: Because there are a couple entries titled "men who look like youngish lesbians." Snooze. That's boring.
Elizabeth: I especially love it because it turns that whole dull and homophobic "that woman looks man" thing on its head. And also because its just hilarious.
Julia: That is a really good point, E. It's kinda subversive, right? And some of these slay me. Like David Sylvian on the second page? How is that not a lesbian?!?!?!
Amy: Hang on let me look…
Julia: One of these guys even wrote a book of "whimsical poems" called Old Possum's Book of Practical Shoes. If that doesn't make ANYONE a lesbian, I don't know what does.
Amy: LOL Totally. And while we're on the second page, one of my faves is Norm Coleman.
Julia: Totally! All he needs is some berks and cargo shorts. And three dogs.
Amy: Total women's basketball coach.
Julia: RIGHT?! Okay, but the one that really really REALLY