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WheatToast · 09-01-2018, 04:03 PM

[QUOTE=theoddz;1223742][CENTER][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"][COLOR="Black"]Superwoman -- Gladys Knight, Dionne Warwick and Patti Labelle

I put Aretha Franklin's greatest hits in my car stereo the other day.
I drove around a lot yesterday, long enough to hear every song.
I had forgotten how much Aretha's music was the soundtrack of my early lesbian years as a semi-pro barfly. The fast songs drew everyone to the tiny floors of womens' taverns & bars.
But the slow songs--oh, my.
I recall the song, "Till you come back to me" was what we called a 'buckle polisher.'
Butches would hold their femmes so close as we danced, our belt buckles would shine like new afterwards.
Aretha sang the songs we fell in love to back then.
She also sang songs we felt in lust to.
She also sang songs that allowed us butches to stand on the side of the dance floor and evaluate the way some of the hottest femmes danced, which to us was a scientific predictor of how they would be in bed.
Yes, I was superficial in my 20s, I confess.
And yes, the best dancers did turn out to be the best elsewhere.
Aretha helped.

RIP Diva

09-01-2018, 04:03 PM	#75044
WheatToast Member How Do You Identify?: butch Preferred Pronoun?: she her Join Date: Jun 2018 Location: Blue girl in a red state Posts: 242 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,050 Thanked 601 Times in 202 Posts Rep Power: 21442095	[QUOTE=theoddz;1223742][CENTER][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"][COLOR="Black"]Superwoman -- Gladys Knight, Dionne Warwick and Patti Labelle I put Aretha Franklin's greatest hits in my car stereo the other day. I drove around a lot yesterday, long enough to hear every song. I had forgotten how much Aretha's music was the soundtrack of my early lesbian years as a semi-pro barfly. The fast songs drew everyone to the tiny floors of womens' taverns & bars. But the slow songs--oh, my. I recall the song, "Till you come back to me" was what we called a 'buckle polisher.' Butches would hold their femmes so close as we danced, our belt buckles would shine like new afterwards. Aretha sang the songs we fell in love to back then. She also sang songs we felt in lust to. She also sang songs that allowed us butches to stand on the side of the dance floor and evaluate the way some of the hottest femmes danced, which to us was a scientific predictor of how they would be in bed. Yes, I was superficial in my 20s, I confess. And yes, the best dancers did turn out to be the best elsewhere. Aretha helped. RIP Diva