One Big Happy Queer Family?

I was in a waiting room, and I happened to overhear a conversation between three middle-aged women; they were discussing celesbians:
"Have you seen Cynthia Nixon's girlfriend?"
"She's ugly."
"I mean there's nothing wrong with going for a lady, but if you're a good-lookin' woman, you can do better."
"Portia is gorgeous."

I always thought Portia was boring-looking, but I recently realized that she is, indeed, attractive (and funny in Arrested Development).

I could bitch and spew out self-help cliches (e.g. "love isn't just about looks" and "beauty is subjective"), but I'm guilty of saying things like, "Lesbians who wear flannel all the time are embarrassing." And I'm guilty of talking shit about hideous straight girls.

Example: There's a health foods store I frequent. I applied to work there, but they said my availability conflicts with their needs. I happen to have a love and passion for healthy foods and nutrition (being the "granola dyke" that I can be). I was a bit disappointed.

I was there yesterday only to notice that some big, ugly blonde with freakishly long nails, gobs of eyeshadow, and an obvious fake tan was a recent addition to their staff. I had a moment of bigoted immaturity: That hideous hetero bohemeth doesn't deserve to work there! I do! When I go to health foods stores, I want to see girls with short hair and emo glasses dammnit!

Am I a bad person? Probably. Will we all accept each other unconditionally all the time? Probably not.