I have been working with the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender movement since 1990. In the last 17 years, I have worked with lesbians. Invariably, people have called me “the honorary lesbian.” And then they ask – especially my straight, male friends – they ask me how are the lesbians? Huh, I would mutter, then explain to them the need to pull away the cobwebs from their minds.
The stereotype is that lesbians turned “that way” because they have faces only their mothers could bear to love. They have coarse hair cut close to the scalp, they have bodies like Kelvinator refs, and they have legs more curved than any bows you could see. No man would court them, send them chocolates and roses, marry them and gift them with 10 kids and a house with three SUVs in the suburbs.
Well, then, I’ve got some news for you. Many of the lesbians I’ve worked with are some of the prettiest, most charming people on earth. I know of some who have long, silky, black hair – the kind of hair that Mother Ricky Reyes would call “para kang nagpa-salon” (“like you’ve been to a beauty salon”). Others have 24-inch waistlines and legs that could make heads turn – without help from smart-sharp-nip-and-tuck group of cosmetic surgeons.
Another stereotype is that lesbians are difficult to work with because they are like bullies in the schoolyard. They look tough, they act tough, they hang tough. Step aside when they barge into a room, like a bull in a china shop. My, those elbows could dig a hole in your tummy. Do not engage them in debate or discussion – they will whip out their ice picks and turn your sides into faucets dripping with blood. They only hang around with fellow lesbians like themselves, muttering about their deep and dark conspiracies in low voices.
Well — hindi, no, nada, nyet! Unlike perhaps other lesbian and gay groups in the world, the Filipino versions try to work together. True, the gays are louder, more intrusive with their jokes and puns and one-liners. But the lesbians, they are always there to bring everybody back to earth. Then and now, one of them would facilitate and/or take the minutes of the meetings – a move to take charge and steer the meetings back to their course, when the gays begin to talk about their weekends full of romance. Another would offer to be the marshal during Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender (LGBT) Pride Marches – riding on her motorcycle that va-va-vooms on the street, clearing the lanes so that the beautiful and the fabulous could walk without any distractions.
Another stereotype is that since they think like men, they love to form committees, hold endless meetings, bicker and dither hither and yon, and then arrive at no concrete action.
Think again. Some of the lesbians I’ve worked with are so decisive they would make the gills of my Management teachers in my Jesuit university turn green with envy. Yes, we meet but we do so only when we have a clear agenda for discussion. Yes, we form committees and discuss but not the whole day long and until the cows come home. After the committee members have reported to the committee head, there is updating before the group, followed by a consensus.
Leadership, after all, means forming a group that eventually arrives at that golden moment when everybody – or almost everybody – has reached the point of common agreement. Only then can we map out the action plans – specific, practical, doable, within a time-frame. We know that words are worthless unless backed up with work.
The stereotype is that, like spinsters, lesbians have no sense of humor. Because they are ugly, dour, and sour, the comparison would be to vinegar.
But this vinegary quality is lacking among my lesbian friends. I’m always amazed at our meetings where the lesbians know the current gay-speak; where they act “more gay” than the gayest, most flamenco-pink denizen of Manila; where they could impersonate the latest hilarious character in the country’s endless gallery of lunatics.
I almost died laughing at what happened when two of my lesbian friends applied for different jobs. One applied as a flight attendant in one of the country’s top airlines. She went through the rigmarole of the application and the Q&A like a beauty-pageant contestant. She didn’t get the job – because she was not tall enough. Another applied for a top job in a multinational firm in Makati – with her butch haircut and all. She did well in the exams, and during the interview, the personnel director was flabbergasted. The director asked, “Well, errr, hmmm. Are you a practicing lesbian?” Our dear sister looked at the personnel director’s eyes, and then said: “Oh, I’m no longer practicing. I’m already good at it.” She didn’t get the job, to say the least.
The last stereotype I’ve heard is that lesbians are unhappy people. Their affliction can be cured if a straight man courts them, has sex with them (eeewwww, I could hear squeaks from the lesbian gallery), and marries them.
But what does happiness mean? When I meet my lesbian friends in bookstores or conferences, they never fail to tell me how they are amazed at the quickness with which gays meet and, well, mate. For them, I guess it’s a longer process that involves getting to know you, conversation and dates, movies and dinners, the works.
Many lesbians I know are in relationships that have lasted for weeks, months, even years. They’ve hurdled the petty jealousies and the small wars, wrestled with the lesbian bed death and other minor disaffections. They live and lust and love together, focused on the horizon of their common dreams.
In short, just like your merry couple who live down the road.
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