i'm on the bus heading home last night with a female coworker of mine. we got on the topic of strip clubs, which led to lesbian strippers, which then finally led to lesbians. she told me about a trip she took down to new orleans to visit a friend of hers who was a lesbian. they went several nights to a local lesbian bar, and my coworker was a bit put out that no one hit on her. "they probably could smell your straight-ness a mile away", i theorized.

"no, they knew right away when they saw i had long fingernails."

gotta love the practicality of that.