Equality

A Lesbian Dissed Me Big-Time

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I’ve been operating a little too much in the gay-male ghetto, so I ventured into the lesbian arena to judge Murray Hill‘s hilarious Miss Lez pageant the other night at the Knitting Factory, way out in Brooklyn.

And I was thrilled to find I wasn’t anonymous there.

In fact, the second I walked in, a lesbian ran up to me and gushed, “A couple of years ago, my friends and I had a contest about who would see the first celebrity in New York. I saw you and I won!”

“Sorry I’m D-list,” I sputtered with faux-humility, fishing for more praise.

“Yeah,” she said, “but still…”

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