- James Yamasaki
Jen’s piece in the Queer Issue begins:
I moved to Seattle after I got dumped by the first girl I ever dated. We’d been together for almost two years, and the shittiness of the breakup was compounded by the fact that, as I started to settle in, I had no earthly idea how to find other lesbians in a new city.
My first few weeks in town, I met up with a lesbian friend of a lesbian friend to mark my arrival in Seattle the traditional lesbian way: with drinks at Wildrose. That night, like many subsequent nights, the two of us shared the Rose’s bar area with a handful of seated, impenetrable cliques while a sparsely populated dance floor stared back at us from the adjoining room. What else were we supposed to do? If there was a better way for a recent transplant to find kind, cute folks who wanted to fool around that night—a way that did not involve lots of booze and awkward spaces that I read somewhere were full of lesbians on certain Tuesdays or every second-ish Saturday—I never discovered it. It would’ve been nice to have Sizzr, the Grindr-inspired app that’s currently being developed for women who like women…
