Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't made that post yet. I just haven't felt up to it in the last week. I was looking forward to it, too. But then there was that crazy flamewar on my journal, which made me hesitant to be sarcastic about *anything*, even a horrid faux-psychology book from the '60s, for fear someone would flame my ass off again. And then... well, you know the rest. I promise I will get better soon and inform you and everyone else what the proper way of becoming a lesbian is, according to Albert Reissner. :) Hint: being abused by your parents in childhood is really the best way, but if such is not possible, try to get a butch lesbian in good standing to ravish you violently, and once that's happened it is likely you will be caught in the quicksand of lesbianism (he uses this phrase, so I know it must be the proper scientific term) and unable to escape. A good way to find such a butch lesbian is to go to a lesbian bar in Greenwich Village. You can recognize them by the fact that they wear men's clothes, they have big hands and deep voices, and they swear a lot. If you wear a pretty, girly dress, they will be drawn to you as moths to a flame, and the ravishing will take care of itself.

It sounds like you may have some additional plans for this weekend's trip to New York! :) Clearly you should go to a gay bar in Greenwich Village, and then when I make my post about that part of the book, the description of the gay scene in Greenwich Village, you can offer personal anecdotes. Not that I doubt that it differs in ANY particular from Reissner's depiction, but it is always useful to have firsthand information. If you do not wish to be ravished, you can always just dress as a man, and then everyone will know you are not to be hit on. He recommends "quadruple-wide ties" and slicking your hair back with Brylcreem.

Oh, and one last note of caution: under no circumstances are you to wear Suspants. I do not know what they are. But they drive butch ravishers MAD.