the fabulous life of a queer femme in action
5 years ago the team of an.schläge asked me if I would consider writing the “lesbennest”. I was so flattered I almost pissed myself. I didn’t consider myself a writer, I was more of a talker. Evil tongues would say: “a gossip queen with a big mouth”. I asked them why on earth they thought of little ol’ me, since they didn’t know anything about my (lack of) writing skills. They said that if anyone would know/have an opinion about the lesbian scene, it would be yours truly, i.e., “a gossip queen with a big mouth”. I said yes, like I always do. Even though I sincerely doubted that I would be able to pull it off, like I always do. But they believed in me, and I was determined not to let them down. And I live religiously by the belief that you regret the things you never did. That’s why I never miss a party, and that’s why I found myself on the streets of Vienna with barely a penny to my name 11 years ago. So there I was in spring 2008, sitting in front of my room-mate’s old laptop, trying to figure out in which direction to go. Should I write political hot-topic stories? Should I gossip about my scene? Should I write about my adventures and conquests in the bedroom? Would I get in deep shit trouble if I didn’t watch my step carefully? I was super afraid the lesbo-police might come knocking on my door to ask me how I DARED to think that I could ever speak in their name and with such a filthy mouth, too?? But I had made a promise. So I just wrote. Some pieces were brilliant, some so crappy that even my hard drive is embarrassed to have them stored on it. I don’t want to sound like an American motivational speaker-cliché, but it is quite amazing what one can accomplish when someone believes in you. In the beginning I was convinced that there were maybe 5 people out there reading my humble little column, but over the years I have had strangers come up to me to thank me for what I do. Oh, blush! I’m still waiting for fanmail to flood my mailbox, though, and maybe this will happen one day. So darlings: Here’s to another 5 years (now raise your glasses), may they be as funny, cheeky, tasteless and naïve as the last 5! Thank you all!
With her insatiable craving for drama, Denice is aware that this sounds like a Good Bye. Hell it is! See you next month again. And oh, fyi: She has received the impressing amount of 2 fan letters in 5 years. Just sayin’. Hint hint.