If there鈥檚 one thing all lesbians are drawn to other than XX-chromosomes, it鈥檚 karaoke. Now if you鈥檙e sitting there going, well actually, I鈥檓 not into that, have you considered that perhaps your desires are repressed and you鈥檙e just not ready to come out yet? All it takes is the right song.
Karaoke is a lesbian rite of passage. Whether you鈥檙e a baby dyke in baggy jeans performing boy band tunes without a hint of irony, or the off-stage heckler egging them on, many a girl has come of age in a karaoke bar.
Last weekend I went to the mother of all karaoke parties. It was a lesbian housewarming with all the right ingredients 鈥� awesome chicks, a cocktail bar, a box of costumes and a sweet-ass karaoke set up.
Itching to get into it, my gf and I put our names down early and selected a song that we knew would get the crowd warmed up, a sing-along favourite, You鈥檙e The One That I Want from Grease.
I just assumed I鈥檇 be Danny, so when my gf chucked over a blonde curly wig, my nerves really started to kick in.
While I struggled to grasp Sandy鈥檚 coyness, my lady totally nailed Danny Zuko鈥檚 knee-slides across the floor. A week later and she鈥檚 still wearing a badge of honour on each knee.
Then the night went off. Eye Of The Tiger, Livin鈥� On A Prayer, Islands In The Stream and all manner of karaoke classics. A personal highlight was seeing four sporty chicks frock up to perform 70s female-empowerment ballad, I Am Woman. No matter what they say, every tomboy loves to wear a dress now and then. Footy players aren鈥檛 the only ones looking for an excuse to drag up.
With each performance the bar was raised, so for our last song we teamed up with a couple who were keen to take on Sir Mix A Lot鈥檚, Baby Got Back. What could lift a song about bums to karaoke greatness? Synchronised dance moves, that鈥檚 what.
Leaving the vocals to our pals, my girlfriend and I transformed into floor humping, booty dancing, body rolling, back up dancers. Everything was cool until I ran out of moves and had to improvise 鈥渟exy dancing鈥� with a fellow tomboy. Awkward, awkward, awkward.
Then the cops arrived and we decided we鈥檇 had enough excitement for one night.
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