Is there an equivalent to 'fag hag' for lesbians?

Maybe it's my inherent desire for a more dominant partner, maybe it's the lack of sexual concern or misconception, but I really like lesbians.

Yes, I wish more lesbians were willing to make an exception, but that's not why I like hanging out with them. I'm not hoping they'll change their minds. I more think they're interesting, they're the kind of people I want to hang out with.

And they're nice. To me, at least.



I'm not trying to be bigoted here. I'm sure there are lesbians who aren't nice, who don't have any kind of dominance to them, and who would have no desire to even be in the same state as me. And I'm not saying that gay men aren't awesome. Most of the ones I've met have been (again, exceptions, because any group is more than its stereotype).

I think what happens with lesbians is that I get a 'safe flirt.' I can be flirtatious, even overtly sexually suggestive, and as long as I do it once we've gotten past the point where they think I AM trying to 'convert' them or whatever, there's no worry about what's happening. I don't have to worry about rejection, and I don't have to worry about reciprocation. It doesn't hurt to be rejected by a lesbian. It's like a strict carnivore rejecting a vegetable; they just aren't wired that way. It's like when I feel very straight and a man hits on me; it's awesome, but there's no chance. And, hopefully, he doesn't feel rejected.

But that's not the only perk of hanging with lesbians. I get to have a friend that I can check out girls with, that will (probably) be very accepting of my own sexual desires/fetishes, and I get to be friends with a girl who knows that I actually DO just want to be friends.

I've been this way since high school, since Mo. Mo (Maureen) was a friend of mine who had the most baffling experience in her life coming out of the closet to me.

I was giving her a ride somewhere, shortly after our friendship had began. She was very nervous, and I could tell she was trying to draw together her courage; I thought it was for an appointment where I was taking her.

Finally, she took a deep breath, and she said, "I want you to know that ... I'm gay."

To which I responded "That's great. Do I take a left up here?"

I wasn't shocked. I wasn't judgmental. I think in a way, I was disappointing. But I'm okay with that.

Mo and I were friends for about a year or so, until she moved away. But we did go to my Junior Prom together.

Which, come to think of it, is probably why so many people in high school thought I was gay.