I wanna make a ray of sunshine, and never leave home...

I don't know what I'd do without my friends. Over the past few months, I have really let myself open up and form little pockets of friends. I have my college friends, who coincidentally mix in with my high school friends super easily. I have my gay college friends. I have my straight college friends who I only started hanging out with after college and moving to NYC. And then I have one of my favorite groups. My NYC lesbians.

Don't get me wrong, I adore everyone and my closest friends are not actually my NYClezzies. But those women, Ginger, Popstar, SuperGay and a mix of others who float in and out, have a way of making me feel like everything will be ok. They support me, fuel me with funny stories and lessons about life. I live vicariously through them, especially Ginger.

Let me tell you, reader, Ginger's life amuses, teaches and gives me hope. It's funny to think that we both started out not wanting to be friends, but wanting to see where the connection would take us romantically. Now we spend evenings drinking wine and talking about the various women, or lack thereof in our lives. How is it, that in the lesbian world, some of our best friends can be the women we have slept with?

It's a simple question really. Lesbians stay in touch with their exes all the time. There is no separation unless absolutely necessary. It makes it difficult for us to get over the ex, but it also is comforting to know that the close bond you formed with someone isn't completely lost when the relationship is over. I just don't understand why straight people, and gay men for that matter, cannot stay friends.

Are the current significant others threatened by it? Do they not have the understanding lesbians have? When it comes down to it, who has it right? The lesbians? Or the straighties?

I'm really reaching for an answer to this one...so if you have ideas, please share.

Until the drama continues...

Vacation, all I ever wanted. Vacation, have to get away...

After a while, a girl starts to get run down. In New York, it happens a lot faster than anywhere else. Between work and my personal life, I have very little time to just be on my own and really relax. Even my weekend days are filled with chores, phone calls, and arguing with loans people about my college loans.

This has lead me to believe I need a vacation. It also lead me to realize I don't have time for a vacation. That fact alone, lead me to write this list:

Top Ten Reasons a Lesbian Takes a Break:

10) You cat starts to ignore your clinginess.
9) The taste for beer and other alcoholic drinks is gone and replaced with...gasp...a thirst for water.
8) You start checking out your boss, and every client that walks into your office...even the men.
7) You go commando. Not because it's sexy, but because you actually have no more clean underwear.
6) You haven't heard about a) Prop8 being declared unconstitutional and b)The Real L Word.
5) You're still crying over your ex. And the ex before her, and the ex before her...
4) Your nails have crossed the line of "need a trim" to "eagle's talons."
3) You start to recognize everyone at the various bars you frequent. And can recite their orders.
2) You start to fall asleep at the bar.
1) You talk excitedly with a friend about an upcoming date and she gives you a funny look and says "Oh, we went out last month. you'll like her..."

Do YOU need a vacation?