So last night my girlfriend and I went to a bar. We don't do this very often. In fact, since we moved from Boise this was our first venture into the wood-paneled, alcohol soaked, dark and smoky world of bars.

We had fun. Neither of us dance, but a dear friend of mine had a gig at the bar so we were enjoying listening to him play and watching others dance.

There was a couple sitting behind us, and between songs we heard the husband remark about our presence. Of course, he spat the word "lesbians" out with such bile that it was unmistakable. I looked over my shoulder at him and laughed, turned to my girlfriend and said, "Wow, they've been staring at us for two hours and just now realized we're lesbians. I'm sure there's a word for that."