Top Ten Bisexual & Lesbian Crushes

Hey gaggle of gayelles, it’s time for a little fun. I love top-ten lists. So, I thought I’d start things off in this category with my favorite celebrity crushes of all-time, that happen to be self-proclaimed bisexual or lesbian.

Counting down from numero diez . . .

10.) Patricia Velasquez:

Hot . . . Patricia Velasquez is an actress who has made many appearances in film and television, including one of my all-time favorite shows Arrested Development. She is from Venuezuela where both of her parents were educators. Velasquez also has a fondness for all things humanitarian and has supported causes close to her heart, which makes my heart melt.

9.) Doria Roberts:

An excellent musician and social activist, Roberts has organized Ladyfest South and Queerstock. She is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, only her voice can compare:

8.) & 7.) Portia de Rossi and Ellen Degeneres:

They have to be the most magnetic lesbian couple on the web. I’d call them this generations “power couple.” And to top it off they are super cute!

6.) Angelina Jolie (circa 1999):

Angelina Jolie was my official first crush. I will never forget when I received this Rolling Stone in the mail. Dang! Not only is she stunning and sexy as all get out, Jolie is a political and social activist and is constantly striving to make this world a better place.

5.) Mirah:

Indie musician, Mirah, is one of my favorite musicians EVER. She is an amazing songwriter born and raised in the Wild Wild West; she’s corky, warm, and naturally sexy.

4.) Missy Higgins:

Did I mention, I have a thing for musicians? . . . Missy Higgins, is beautiful, authentic, and a powerful songwriter. She has a fond spot in her heart for animals and the environment and she fights for them! Bonus: Higgins was born and raised in Australia, so she has that sexy “down-under” accent to boot!

3.) Rachel Maddow:

I am a self-proclaimed sapiosexual so it is no wonder that Ms. Maddow is number three on my list of hot lesbian and bisexual women. She is beautiful, no-nonsense, and has a certain nonthreatening swagger to her that really does it for me. Maddow is funny, smart, and concerned with the sorts of issues I believe all Americans should be concerned with. I heart you, Rachel Maddow. I heart you big time.

2.) Brandi Carlile:

I don’t have words for how beautiful I find this woman, but she’s so much more than that! She’s talented, hard-working, and the girl’s got heart. Along with her poignant music, she has also created an organization called The Looking Out Foundation that supports various causes. And she has a horse so it’s clear that we were pretty much made for each other.

Could number one on my list of Top Ten Bisexual & Lesbian Crushes be none other than the darling Sara Quin of the indie-pop band Tegan and Sara? To put quite simply, no, of course not. I give you number one . . . da da da donnnnn!!!

1.) Sara Quin:

Are the butterflies stirring in your tum, too? Sara Quin is number one on this list, because she seems to be all of the following: intelligent, well-spoken, into books, has a dry sarcastic sense of humor, creative as heck, and a classic beauty. To top it off she is known for being very shy which gets me every time. Quin is part of the successful indie-pop duo Tegan and Sara. They are veteran musicians/performers and are top supporters of the LGBT community.

The following are honorable mentions who did not make the list because, sadly for us, they are straight! Haha…

Ruta Gedmintas:

Ellie Goulding:

And Last, but certainly not least, Ellen Paige:

I hope you enjoyed this top-ten list. Let me know if you have any suggestions for the next go-round.

Until Next Time,



Coming to Terms

Generally, the term “baby lesbian/dyke” refers to a young woman (like young, young) who is coming to terms with her sexual orientation and identity. I suppose it depends on your idea of young, but for most people this happens around puberty. In this blog, I’m referring to myself at age 30 . . . (!) . . . Wait, back the truck up. Yep, you read me correctly. 30. Trienta. Tres-cero. The Big 3-0. So, if I am as good a mind-reader as I’d like to fancy myself, than you are probably asking “Why in the truck did it take you 15 years longer than most to figure out this very important self-identifier?” Welcome to my world. Short answer: idk. Long answer: I don’t know. Repression? Inner homophobia? The time/place I grew up?

I nearly ignored and denied my healthy attraction to the female persuasion my entire adolescence and young adulthood. It wasn’t completely swept under the rug, however. I had a few woman-on-woman escapades in the early years. It wasn’t like I didn’t attempt to reach out and talk to people about it, but when I tried I was laughed at or it was explained to me that it was “just a phase” – something I’d likely grow out of. And I full-heartily believed it. I wanted that to be true. I did NOT want to be gay. And it was easy to convince myself I wasn’t. With all my daddy issues, I was definitely seeking out male attention. I thought that’s what attraction was. I was sadly mistaken. It wasn’t like I wasn’t attractive. In fact, I was/am a very good looking lady. I had a few boyfriends here and there. The relationships I did have were always wrong. Try as I may, I never could get it right. I was utterly unimpressed with sex, although I was horny as all get out. Eventually, I settled down with a nice guy, and we married. It wasn’t until after we were unhappily married and divorced that I started to look into the mirror with a more honest assessment of who was actually looking back at me. (Ya know, that curious girl. The one jumping up and down waving her arms and shouting, faintly audible from behind the glass, “I’m gay!!!! Please listen and let me out!!”) Even then, it took a good three years after the divorce before I had the “ah-ha!” moment when I said the following words out loud: “I think I’m gay.” (It was during a dinner party after a bottle of wine, but that’s an entirely separate post.)

To be completely honest with you, my dear, sweet reader, I didn’t want it to be true. I fought it at first. It is so much easier, in some respects, to live a heterosexual lifestyle, because that is the life the whole world expects you to lead – parents, family, friends, society. But it pained the core of my soul/the root of my  being to live this lie. I had severe panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. My body physically hurt. I didn’t like me, let alone love me . . . As soon as I realized that I was living a lie – as soon as I realized that I was in fact gay, I didn’t want to hide it. And I didn’t. Mostly. Once I knew I was loved and supported, I wanted the whole world to know. The funny thing – the ironic thing – is that after spending my whole life wanting to be happy and denying my true self in order to lead a “normal” “happy” life it wasn’t until after I started coming out as a lesbian that I began to feel truly happy. Isn’t it shocking and appalling that I’d never felt really happy before?! Of course, I’d felt happiness – as fleeting as it was for me, but I’d never really been content with myself until I really loved myself completely and unconditionally, thereby letting all of my colors burn bright.

I am still in the process of coming out and figuring out how I relate to the world as a queer woman, but I have come out to my friends and family and have almost entirely been welcomed with open arms. As I come to terms with my identity, I’ve realized I’ve got to “come to terms” with my identity. Since I’ve figured out that I am, in fact, a lesbian, now I’m left wondering what kind of lesbian am I? There are soooo many to choose from (kid in a candy store over here): stone butch, femme, kiki, gold star, lone star, lipstick, chapstick, elfin, blue jeans, pillow queen, futch, soft butch, boi, power dyke, diesel dyke, sporty dyke, baby dyke [awkward coughing sound], hasbian, LUG, drag king, classic butch, modern butch, andro nerd, andro glam, flowerchild femme, pinup/body modification/tattoo/piercing femme, hipster andro, weekend lesbian. What the truck? I seriously just found all these terms on the inter-webs . . . But then I just laughed at the ridiculousness of even questioning what type of label to stick on my forehead . . . I’m the same person I’ve always been. I’m funny, intelligent, cute as a button, interested in all sorts of stuff, etc. I feel empowered by my feminine energy and charged by my masculine energy. I’m attracted to all sorts of lesbians that express themselves at different places on the feminine-masculine spectrum with different pulls of yin and yang. Romantically, I’m interested in someone who mirrors and thereby balances my masculine and feminine energy – yin and yang. I don’t really belong in a box . . . haha, well, figuratively, at least . . . neither does anyone, we are all just people – uniquely different yet all vibrating on the common chord of humanity.

I believe that we are all two spirited – gay and straight alike. However, I also believe that gay people are more balanced in their duality. More powerful, because of this harmony. Although, society sadly still balks at letting us celebrate this fact the way we should. But when I look in my crystal ball, I see the words not for long seeping through the haze of What’s-To-Come.

I refuse to put myself in a box . . . again, haha . . . But seriously, you get what I’m saying, right? So, I’m giving myself permission on this stretch of my “coming out journey” to just be me. And I give you, dear, sweet reader, permission to just be you.

In honor of you, me, this post, and all things that refuse labels, is the song “Androgynous” by Jhameel. Follow the link to take a listen:

In saying all of the above, this is Sappho Bambino, the “proud baby lesbian,” signing out [pause for gasps of appalled irony recognition], good night and good luck. [Lights fade out . . . and scene.]

Until Next Time,