Natalie Clifford Barney, Colette, Djuna Barnes and now, me. And
no, before claims of a rather large ego are slandered on my good
name, it is sadly not my weighty literary genius that puts me in
the same category as these historic literary lady-lovers.
Yup, for the second time (lucky, you might say, only twice?) in
my relatively young romantic career (still plenty more to go
through, I am sure) I am completely, utterly, infinitely and
Voila. There you have it
The thing is, if I lived in brash, bold London, this would be
the moment that my bezzy mates and I go down to the nearest gay pub
and get sloshed mortal. We would repeat this therapy for at least a
good month or so… Just long enough for the heartbreak to dissipate
on a fuzzy wave of long nights out and the occasional vomiting
session. (These tips are all for free, girls, but the alcohol-costs
can quickly add up.) In my mind, oblivion and/or la contraire -
complete self-imposed isolation - are the only possible solutions
to having your soul DESTROYED.
Or are they?
I have vowed to myself and all my lesbian gods and goddesses
over these last few, torturous weeks, not to get into all that
nonsense… After all, who needs copious quantities of beer when I
have fragrant St-Emilion and Bordeaux to déguste? Who needs to
choke down McDonalds and Galaxy bars when I have gastronomique
salads and charcuterie? Who needs back-to-back episodes of Sex and
the City and The L Word when there are foreign art-house
movies to be debated? And who needs to engage in dodgy one-night
stands when I can have high-minded and profound conversations (in
French) about art and stuff?
This is Paris for crying out loud! And I have a
glittering, long-dead, cast of sapphic authors, artists and
burlesque dancers to live up to! I mean, chasing girls,
bike-riding drunk along the Seine and snogging in the
Louvre is just not done. Sacré bleu!
So read on over the following weeks as I attempt to move on and
mend my coeur brisé (that's SHATTERED HEART) in one of Europe's
most romantic capitals and number-one city-break destination for
couples the world OVER. Let's just call it an insider's guide to
lesbian Paris with extra drama, shall we?
After all, they don't call it gaie Paris for nothing…