| IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE A BUTCH BLACK LESBIAN IN SAN FRANCISCO ANYMORE? | ||||||
| You would think the answer to this question would be yes. After all, San Francisco is THE BUBBLE, where intolerance isn't even in the vocabulary. In a town where bus shelters are decorated with cartoon penis-laden STD awareness ads, anything goes. But this is not the experience of my roommate. You see, she is not just your ordinary butch black lesbian. She is the butch black lesbian. She is who other butch black lesbians want to be. You can read more about her here. Friday night she and her buddy (another great BBL) went to Club Q, a popular lesbian spot here in S.F. Here is her account of what happened: 1. Being called 'sir' by male security staff as we walked in then followed around the club for the 1st hour. 2. I could count the [women of color] on my fingers. That includes the go-go dancers. 3. A number of the white women there proceeded to stare at me and my friend no matter where we moved in the club with disapproving looks as though we were invading their space. If they were 'nice stares' when I return the gaze there should be a smile I see but instead they snatch their head in a different direction in fear. Some more commentary from Naughty: "I think as far as the vibe I get from many white lesbians in the community, they are brought up like most white women and that is to fear black men. When they see me, A Butch African American they instantly associate all the negative stereotypes that plague black men seeing me as a personification. They may not even be aware they are doing it but it is hurtful all the same. What's worse is they won't own up to it." **************************************************************************************************************************** Nice. Really, really nice. And I can confirm that this is not paranoia. A couple of years ago, we used to work together.... along with a bunch of really young people (meaning just out of college), at least a few who have never seen a black person before (or a butch lesbian for that matter). I could see for myself the awkward looks shot in her direction...and the awkward looks away. They were real. OK. I know that in reality this is a thing that some people have to deal with every day. But this is San Francisco in 2002, not Mississippi in 1963. I expect better behavior from my neighbors. Especially those neighbors who would be treated just as badly the minute they set foot outside THE BUBBLE. |
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