The girls and I go out to a lesbian bar.
Night on the Town Barbara Marsh “Well, come on, chicken!” I responded, “Cluck, cluck.” Okay, so I know it’s not original, but it was the best I could do. Despite my misgivings, I got out of the minivan, smoothed my skirt across my hips, and waited for Alexis. Her name’s really Alice, but she was Alexis for the night. The same way Jeanna was Gina and I was Betinna. I don’t...Read On