Lika’s Log

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A fag hag is a slang term for a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with homosexual men, or is best or good friends with a gay man or men. It originated in gay male culture in the United States and was historically an insult.[1] Some women who associate with gay men object to being called fag hags,[2] while others embrace the term.[3][4] The male counterpart, men who have similar interpersonal relationships with lesbian women, are called dyke tykes[citation needed] or Dutch boys; furthermore people who associate with gays, lesbians, and bisexuals may be called fruit flies, [5] regardless of their sex.

From a very young age I’ve always known there were guys who were more girly then girls. Mahus. Probably cause I remember our family trips to Leonard’s Bakery and on the way home my Fahdah would always cruise by Glades. He would point out, “see dat one, not wahine.” We’d be at the traffic light and someone in drag would be walking down the street and my Dad would say “look you tink wahine but get boto da bugga.” So I’ve always knew Queens existed.

For some reason; it had not dawned on me that if there were guys who LIKED guys then there are girls who LIKE girls. It wasn’t till I was in High School that I realized there are Butchies, Dykes and Lesbians in general. I’m slow like that. I’m straight out straight myself. Lets make that perfectly clear, I love….well neva mind what I love. I love being the HETROSEXUAL that I am. And so WHO YOU SLEEP WITH should not be an issue with me in the sense that it ain’t none of my business. Unless of course I am the other half of said relationship and I ain’t talking about me per se, so neva mind; lets not go there.

I’ve always had mahu friends. In HS there was these two mahu’s and they came hangout in our bathroom because they couldn’t go in da boys one cause da boys would beat dacrap out of them. So they came hangout wit us in the bathroom and put on makeup etc. Note: The bathroom that we hung out in was more of a hangout hangout then a bathroom. We sat on the floor talkstory & smoke, the rubbish can was one drum and had at least one ukulele strumming. Good accoustics yeah da battroom. LOL When da mahus came in deya to hangout we, ok ME; I use to ask’um anykine “mahu questions.” How you do dis or dat, or ha’come you la dat. Everyone has their own story yeah and niele me like know hah. Plus too my Godsista is my Godbrah and Godbrah is Godsista but they are who they are, its all good; its not an issue.

SO couple of weeks ago I’m hangout at an event with a co-worker who is “ladat” yeah. I don’t know how we got on the topic of s-e-x but something he said made me say “OH my friend she writes yaoi, you know samurai-on-samurai stuff.” Then he commence to asking me if I’ve seen this one Japanese movie about samurais and sex. My first thought was & I said, REALM OF THE SENSES? He started laughing out loud, OMG NO. I can’t remember what movie he was talking about. So I was telling him I was reading this book that was totally YAOI-ish and I found it educational, from a females perspective anyway. He became very interested and I gave him the title and author. Told him to look at in on amazon.com. (And you know he did. LOL)

Well this guy who is “ladat” is my kids friend too, and their age so they hangout whenever. Well Mr. Ladat; Herspaced #2 and put a note on there; something to the effect that - “You are a FH because you’re Mom is a FH; do you know what your Mom is reading?” So of course #2 calls ands says MOM explain that note. I was cracking up because I knew about da note cause Mr Ladat showed it to me and the first thing I said was “she is going to call for an explanation.”

So I told #2 the story about the book la dat. I told her my friend who is female is the author and that the genre that she writes and so thats why I was reading it. She was like, “Mom, your friend is female so how does she know these things?” I was like ummmmmm, no laughing be serious, think fast and rememba I’m da Momma; “SHE DOES RESEARCH.” #2 says “Mom you have strange friends.” I cracked up, she doesn’t know the half of it. Funny how we grew up more strange then our kids, but our kids think they are “bad” ones. LOL

On a side note: I got a call from Mr. Ladat at work. He called to ask me what my job title was and I blurted out FAGHAG, Sr. (#2 is FH, Jr.) I heard the phone click and he said “OMG you just said that so loud!” I was like - you had it on speaker phone? Hello cubicle city is where he sits. I told him I bet everybody’s ears just perked up like dogs & bitches. So unprofessional, I swear. *L*

OH and the book that has elevated me to the status of certifiable FH:

Gojou Hajime by Kikue Mugen

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