Honey

Lesbians love potlucks. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as a conglomeration of strangers and friends, gifting and inhaling home cooked deliciousness, whilst chatting enthusiastically about everything and nothing in particular. Potlucks glorify and celebrate the feelings of home and friendship and provide a comfortable atmosphere to get to know all sorts of people.

At first, I was embarrassed to call our new weekly get together a potluck. Even the word potluck is dripping with lesbian sentimentality I thought I’d be unable to bear. Unfortunately, there just isn’t another good name for the typical event of inviting friends to bring and share food in your home. As other people threw the word around, I started to get used to it, and have even begun to feel some ownership over the idea. The fact of the matter is that I had convinced myself that anything lesbionic somehow didn’t apply to me, cause it’s just not cool. The funny thing is that I am the utter representation of everything that is dorky about being a lesbian, and it’s high time I start to feel a little bit of that pride that surely exists outside the months of June and July. What is and isn’t cool becomes so much less important after 30 (mostly).

What is important, to me anyway, is hanging out with people I like and having fun. Although every week hasn’t been spot on (some weeks it’s just me and Agent), mostly the potlucks have been quite excellent. Every week we’ve welcomed people we’ve never met before and some we’ve known for a while. It’s always a mixed crowd of folks who wouldn’t have otherwise ever known of each other’s existence. The food has been delicious, the conversation has been entertaining, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.

I guess if having a weekly potluck in my own house with my girlfriend of 7 years and our two dogs and all our random friends makes me a lesbian, then so be it. I didn’t always feel so funny about being a lesbian. I was 17 years old, innocent and eager at my first pride parade, confidently walking around with a t-shirt that read “Nobody knows I’m a lesbian”. I thought it was so funny that I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face all day long.