Ga\ & Lesbian Unitarians meets every fourth
Friday night at 7:00pm in the Fireside Room of
the First Unitanan Universalist Church, 5200
Fannin at Southmore. Bring apotluck dish to
The Women's Group Community Networking
with Women. Angela Byer, president of Sisters;
Shirley Basey, Sisters board member & some of
the Sisters will join us to share their vision of
networking and community. Meets at the First
Unitarian Church, 5200 Fannin in the Sojourner
Truth room, third floor at 10:45am. Call Ins at
529-8571 for info.
The Agora, monthly meeting, 7:30p.m. 623-
Pride Parade Deadline - last day to submit
application without penalty. 529-6979.
New band Outrageous at Instant Karma,
formerly Munchies) 9pm to 1 am featuring the
lead vocal of Linda Lou and formerly of The
Freds: Robin (drums) and Kathy (guitar). 528-
MONDAY, June 3
1997 Houston Texas Lesbian Conference
Planning Meeting, June through August - 7pm
at Suzanne Anderson Properties, 239
Westheimer. For info page Tome Justus at 916-
SATURDAY, June 8
DiverseWorks: 12 Minutes Max OUTbursts!
Young adult gay and lesbian artists in 12 minute
performance pieces each. 228-0914.
SUNDAY, June 9
Ani DiFranco at Fitzgerald's, 2706 White Oak,
doors open at 8pm. Tickets are $ 13 available at
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Dyke Night at Carrs by Bobbi nombo
Being new in town leaves a person
searching desperately for dyke things to do. So I
found myself looking through the Klondyke
Kontact calendar (that I affectionately refer to as
a "date packet") for something - anything - to
entertain me. Dyke Night at Carrs, very
For years I've fantasized about meeting a
woman in the produce section of a supermarket.
I push my screeching, squeaky-wheeled cart out
of plain jane supermarket land over the threshold
into the produce department. Paradise.
She's there, jet black hair, milk 'n honey
skin, fondling a cucumber with delicate hands,
fingers gently squeezing the tip, whore-red
fingernails glistening against the green.
I wheel over to the zucchinis, revving up
my shopping-cart engine and skid to a stop
exactly parallel to the shelf. Is she impressed? I
wonder. She looks my way, her eyes shy, chin
lowered almost to her chest, and smiles. I look
behind me, all around. I turn my eyes back to her.
Yes her eyes say, it is you I'm looking at, you big
g'luke. I flash her my "gee ain't I cool" half smile
and laugh nervously. She looks away. She goes
back to her cucumber inspecting task, completely
entranced now, rolling it over in her palm, check
the roundness, straightness, firmness of it. She's
toying with me, watching me watch her.
I walk around to the front of my hotrod
shopping-cart, pick up a zucchini, lean back with
my butt against the rail and cross my legs.
Supercool, dyke-on-display, veggie-fondling
posture. We stay like this, blatantly cruising,
looking at each other's veggies, then into each
other's eyes, then back to our own veggies.
The sprayers come on and jolt me back
into reality, where I am standing behind my cart
nervous and awkward, knuckles white on the
steering bar, staring stupidly at her. i am getting
wet. She notices, and looks at the mist falling on
my right forearm.
Disregarding the plastic bags, I load two
dozen well-shaped zucchinis into my cart,
stacking them like firewood against the grate that
divides a kid from a grocery. She watches. I move
my rod closer to her, excuse myself, reach by her
and proceed to load a dozen cucumbers on top
of the zucchinis. She watches. I tear out of there
doing a wheelie and squealing my tires. A burnt
rubber smell wafts into the stale supermarket air.
I race around, pushing my hotrod cart to
its performance limit, red linin', wheel squeaking
louder and louder. I know that the front wheel
Reprinted from Klondyke Kontact, a publication of
the Alaska Women's Community.
bearing could toast itself at any time, and I know
she can hear me everywhere I go in the store -
squeak, squeak, squeak - meat, dairy, hygiene,
frozen food, housewares. I am zoomin'. I am a
flash of blue blaze. I see the envy on the
shopper's faces as I speed by them with my lean,
fast, stylish but economical shopping-cart (Cart of
the Year according to Shopping Cart Trend
magazine). The squeak is embarrassing, but still
it doesn't matter. I am on the cutting edge.
I wheel up to the front of the store and
slowly zig-zag through the check zone,
squeaking but still looking cool. A highly
congested, dangerous area - relevant school
zone laws apply. Shoppers are anxious and
impatient. Dykes socialize and acknowledge their
kindred in small, station-wagon Subaru-like carts.
Younger folks bounce the front ends of their low-
rider carts. Bearded men and their wives wait,
annoyed, with their snow-plow carts.
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