Up Front

On Tuesday, my roommate and I drove up to LA and waited in line outside the Vista Theater for approximately three hours to get choice seats at the premiere of Tegan and Sara’s new film "Get Along."

Ending up only about 20 feet from the Quin sisters during the Q & A portion was totally worth it. The crowd was about how you would expect it to be: A sea of lesbians, adorned in a wash of about three different outfits and eight different haircuts.

Up Front

Ladies, we love to bring the drama. It’s pretty much our favorite thing apart from quinoa, animals, and the Quin sisters.

On “The L Word,” Alice Pieszecki created The Chart to map out the microcosm that is the WeHo lesbian community. Everybody’s doin’ everybody, man!

Well, what happens when you have one (or two…) whiskeys too many and end up in bed with a friend? Suddenly all the questions you decided to disregard and not ask yourself the night before become completely unavoidable.

Up Front

Ladies, do you ever have one of those weeks when it seems like nothing is going right?

This week alone, I’ve heard horror stories from my friends about hate crime incidents that have left me mortified and disgusted.

I've also experienced problems with miscommunication, continually klutzed out and dropped things, forgot to set my alarm and woke up three hours late -- only to find life had successfully moved on without me -- and I was quite late to work.

WHEW!

Up Front

We’ve all heard them. Many of us have been called them.

They are the labels we cling to and use to mark important moments in life; such as, my marching band nerd years from about 2000 to 2008. There are labels that bring us closer together, like best friend, girlfriend, wife. Since this is written mainly for the lesbian community, I will stick with a lesbian identifier that divides our community quite a bit: D-y-k-e, or, the "d-word."