And sadly, that’s not a euphemism

This week I’ve been in and out more than the hokey cokey. By in, I mean in to work where I did a very professional job of breaking the photo copier and writing my novel openly in front of my boss like I don’t have bills to pay. Living on the edge my friends. The out part means I’ve been out, a lot from indie clubs to the usual gay scene and I today I’m still hungover and can’t feel my face.

Because I’ve been going out so much I’ve pretty much got the tube ride from Morden to Leicester Square to eat dinner which means I wolf down a sandwich or attempt to eat a messy pasta pot annoying the other passengers who are standing half a cm away from me. That means I often get hungry later on. Normally in my handbag I have my phone, keys, purse, diary, makeup, bullet, the usual. But now there is always some sort of delicious oatmeal and nut snack nestled in there. If you thought clubbing with a flapjack wasn’t cool, think again.

With the stuff that’s lined up in the lesbian world over the next few days and the weekend, my week will pretty much be the same manic tequila fuelled bliss that it has been since 2013 began. This week at Candy is all new and exciting. Tonight is the karaoke night which is where you can sing like a mermaid slash humiliate yourself for three minutes and get a free shot. In Chick Habit Xylaroo will be playing and so will Jessica Hammond off off the voice.

Over the weekend you have the femme meets femme launch of Pink Lobster so lipstick at the ready. On Friday you’ve got Cupid’s Carnival so grab you heels, grab the tequila, grab what’s left of your dignity from the night before and head out. With Valentines coming up, everyone will be out looking because they want to find someone to hook up with so they feel that they won’t die alone with their cats.

The news in the past week has been all about gay marriage since the bill was put forward in government last week. More people are standing up for it then against it and it now seems if people dare to go against they get shot down quicker than a slightly wet Primark bag ripping.  Just as it should be.

Diva Magazine has released its 200^th issue with a whole array of dressed up lesbians gracing the cover from the shiny haired musically gifted Lucy Spraggan to the author of that-book-we’ve-all-read Sarah Waters. And it was a really good issue. I read it on a very long train journey that felt like it lasted a fortnight and Diva kept me entertained. And I love the looks you get when you read it. Oh my god? She’s reading diva? Is she a lesbian? A lesbian on a train reading the lesbian magazine Diva?

If you’re out this week do say hello. Over the weekend I had people quoting Friday sex talk to me which can make an awkward meeting even more awkward. I love it. The next six nights are planned out with lesbian goodness so see you on the scene.  I’ll be the girl standing in the corner eating a flapjack.