I love Craigslist.  It has brought me good, long-lasting jobs, strange one-time jobs, my cute blue bike, roommates, and dates.  It also provides hours of entertainment, and by entertainment I mean reasons to roll my eyes, vent, and scream.  Right now in the Boston women-for-women section you can find totally serious, well-thought out personal ads written by well-adjusted people who are capable of saying what they want but are not discriminatory a-holes.  You can also find pretty girls looking for a “first time,” men pretending to be pretty girls looking for a “first time,” the above-mentioned discriminatory a-holes, the word “femme” used to mean “straight-looking,” and a discussion of whether or not Rachel Maddow is butch.

The answer to that question, of course, is NO because she wears MAKEUP and EARRINGS.  “I’m sorry, but all the real dykes I know leave make up wearing to their femme girlfriends” writes one poster.  That’s interesting. I wonder if this “real dyke” is fortunate enough to actually have a femme girlfriend, and if she does, does said femme know that her girlfriend thinks she isn’t a real dyke?

I haven’t visited craigslist w4w in a while because I’m not looking for dates, but I used to use it quite a bit, with varying degrees of success.  And even know I think it’s a good idea to keep tabs on it for the sake of maybe doing some education.   A few years ago I posted in response to a shit storm about a performer at the Boston Dyke March who supported excluding transwomen from Michigan.  My current roommate saw my post and emailed to thank me and say that it was nice to hear from someone she didn’t know.  I felt so bad having to dash her hopes and tell her that we already knew each other!

Back in college I posted my first-ever personal ad on Craigslist and decided that I shouldn’t tell anyone about it. Then I got an ad from a girl who’d never been with another girl before and didn’t have any photos of herself except form when she had modeled for a dance costume catalog and since I was a dancer she sent me links. They were truly awful costumes, like this only worse if you can imagine  (that’s not her).  I found this so funny that I came out of the closet about my craigslist ad and my roommate (a different one, also a former dancer) and I spent hours looking at all the horrible costumes. In one of the pictures she was posed like this but the costume was brown velvet with a totally offensive “tribal” type motif.  That pose combined with tan stirrup tights did not make me want to indulge in a sapphic tryst with her.

In sum: love craigslist.  Love to hate it, too.  What’s your best c-l story?

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