Depression.
Depression is anger turned inward. And goodness, you have a lot to be angry about!
If you are an average lesbian, you’re probably gearing up for a deep depression come Valentine’s Day this Sunday. You’re probably going feel bad because you are single on Valentines Day, or, because you’re in an unsatisfactory relationship. Really, you just can’t win.
But let’s set our relationship status or lack thereof aside for a moment and talk about what a wagon-full of donkey doo-doo Valentine’s Day is. Single or not, the pressure is so extreme to participate in this capitalistic holiday that you might experience increased feelings of self-loathing, or worse yet, try to buy some woman (who won’t give you the time of day) an assorted box of nuts & chews with the last of your food stamps.
Nothing says “I Love You” like a box of candy with aloof, slobbery nibbles on each and every piece.
And I don’t know about you, but something like that makes me pretty angry! So angry it’s hard to get out my pajamas and face the day!
Consequently, this is a call-to-action to my lesbian sisters, single, coupled, or swinging singles and couples: I want you to turn your depression inside out and GIRLCOTT VALENTINE’S DAY. There are countless ways to do that, and if you are mentally numb from a lifetime of sexual discrimination, I can suggest several things:
1. If you are half-way responsible and can at least been able to get a part-time job, go to your local pet shelter and adopt a live animal, rather than buying a Plush Teddy Bear with a big red heart on it’s chest that was assembled by oppressed women and children over-seas.
2. If you are lucky enough to have access to a sexual partner, cut to the chase and bang the living daylights out of each other rather than spending an excess of money and feeding corporate greed with a ceremonial romantic dinner at the Outback Steakhouse. (Although the Awesome Blossom is an excellent fried-food choice for emotional eating!)
3. Spend the day in rigorous self-examination: Why are you only attracted to unavailable women? Why do you fall in love with every straight female roommate you have? Why do you care so much about marriage equality when you can’t even get a date?
Personally, I’ve been saving my money to take the red-eye to Irvine California this weekend where I will wait by the stage door at the Bren Events Center. Eve Ensler will be performing in The Vagina Monologues and I’m determined, once and for all, to pin her down and find out why she won’t interview me about my vagina. And if I find out it’s because of those stalker allegations, I’m going to have a fit – they just aren’t true!
Sisters, I ask you, if that’s not the spunkiest way to turn depression around, what is?!
Sexy Hugs,
Doris
P.S. Might I note, the very first person to put my blog on their blogroll, was a gay man. (Bless your heart D Gregory Smith.) Sometimes I have to wonder, if gay men don’t do it, who will?
P.P.S. Jasper, our Pet of the Week, is still looking for a home.
P.P.P.S. Check back on Monday for a brand new post where I will unveil a soon-to-be phenomenon that will take the lesbian community by storm: The Make Out Date.
Sisters, I’m all about looking forward instead of backward during The Century for Lesbian Sex.
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