Ever heard of the Lingerie Football League? It's a women's football league where the women wear helmets, shoulder pads, bras, panties and garters. Billed as "true fantasy football," the teams have names like the Los Angeles Temptation and the Dallas Desire.
If this league catered any more to men there would be cigars at halftime.
But I didn't learn about the Lingerie Football League from a guy; I learned about it while visiting a lesbian website. The local site, The Seattle Lesbian, provided Lingerie League information and videos on its sports page. That in turn provided me with a reminder of my age, a keen sense of where I am on the spectrum of lesbian thinking, and a headache.
I don't react well when lesbians view women in the bootylicious way many men do. Maybe it's because I'm 47 and remember how women fought to be viewed as more than tits and ass. Now to see lesbians encourage the ogling of women, to watch them match men drool-for-drool, well, that feels like a step backwards.
However, as I'm 47 and not dead, I'm mindful of the sentiments of a younger lesbian generation, which might be expressed like this: "Hate to tell you, grandma, but you older folks fought so that we could be whoever we want to be. We can revel in pure sexiness like guys do. We can be as shallow as guys. So thanks!"
Um, you're welcome?
When I looked further down The Seattle Lesbian's sports page, I found stories about the WNBA's Seattle Storm. As a huge Storm fan, I was pleased to see them. As a reader teed off over the highlighting of the Undressed Football League, I assumed the site and I could now be friends again.
Not. The stories concerned three players, and the site editor chose one action shot, and two glamour shots. The two glamorized players had on more make-up than RuPaul. So far on this lesbian site I'd seen sex and glamour - and that was just the sports section.
The experience made me feel old and on the curmudgeonly end of the lesbian spectrum. But another experience with media had me feeling youthful and wildly open-minded.
I received in the snail mail the latest issue of a magazine called Lesbian Connection. I began getting the bimonthly publication last year, and it's now clear to me what an asset it is for dykes everywhere. LC serves as a lesbian forum, enabling readers, who provide most of the content, to tell their stories; it offers a worldwide list of lesbians willing to share information about their regions; subscriptions are on a sliding scale.
It's also now clear to me that the average LC reader remembers Truman's inauguration.
Okay, I exaggerate, but the magazine, founded in 1974, is something of a relic. Birthed in the era of lesbian separatism, LC reflects its origins. Readers have names like "Artemis Passionfire" and "Flash Silvermoon," and, while I wish I made those up, I didn't.
I've read a lot about "womyn's land" and combed through oodles of irate letters when the cover art on LC wasn't PC. The magazine says it defines lesbians as "women-born-women," meaning transgender women don't count.
I wouldn't say LC is stuck in time, but it's moving arthritically through it.
I'll continue reading and enjoying it, and I'll go back to The Seattle Lesbian. Both will keep me honest.
Now I know middle age is more than just a number. It's when you feel connected to the generation behind you and the generation ahead of you and when both generations annoy the crap out of you.