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First Night at Dinah

The Cute-Little-Red-Headed-Girlfriend and I checked into our hotel in Palm Springs and were promptly greeted by waves of boisterous lesbians wanting to know how many times we'd been to Dinah before or if we were "Dinah virgins." I really hated having to admit to being a Dinah virgin, but I nodded, yes, I was a first-timer.

In fact, I did have some preconceived ideas about Dinah that I was eager to confirm or deny. As I've stated previously, most lesbians are aware of Dinah's reputation as a magnet for beautiful lesbians. Would the women be as beautiful as I'd heard? Would they be as plentiful in number? The doubts I had could only be put to rest by offering my pure body up to Dinah.

Comedy was on the schedule for Thursday night and we ventured out that evening to see comics Page Hurwitz, Poppy Champlin and Michele Balan. I've never been disappointed by a night of lesbian comedy. It's something my people do very well. Earlier this year, when Christopher Hitchens published his assaholic essay entitled "Why Women Aren't Funny," one of the few original ideas he presented was a rationale for why lesbians are good comics ("And the Sapphic faction may have its own reasons for wanting what I want—the sweet surrender of female laughter." We had a hysterical, raunchy good time.

A burlesque dancer working the audience(This picture is not from comedy night by the way. I did not take pictures of the comics. So here's a burlesque dancer from Friday night instead. Hope you don't mind.)

As we were exiting the elevator into the lobby that night, we got our first glimpse of one of the beautiful girls we'd heard so much about. Like most of the beautiful lesbians we saw that weekend, she was wearing what I came to recognize as the standard beautiful girl outfit: hotpants and a halter top. Just to rub it in, she was also wearing heels, and of course, she had long, flowing hair. Long flowing hair, especially blonde hair, is a big part of the Dinah aesthetic. Then sitting down in the audience, we had opportunity to examine the extensiveness of the beautiful girl population. And indeed, I am happy to report from the field that they are in fact just as numerous as legend holds.

Comments (3)

the cute little redheaded grrlfriend:

Gods, those women were out of this world. Like I have said many times before - had I known about this when I was young and single I would have been such a whore. I would have been like a kid in a candy store. These women were everything and more. Absolutely gorgeous. I did notice a lot of blondes but there were some exquisite brunettes as well and the ones in the halter tops and high heels were not that many - you exaggerate. Remember the lovely that sat down next to you at the Comedy concert? She was all alone and single and modelesque. And brunette. Looking for love in all... sorry, I got carried away. All I can say about the Vagina Whore Classics is Hubba Hubba. It is definitely a return engagement item.
the cute little redheaded grrlfriend

the beauty gal population seems very strange to me - kind of like the hyper masculine gay men. Ha!

That's true, there were many lovely brunettes as well. But I did see a lot of halter tops and hot pants--how could you not take notice of something like that?

Joe, I agree with you. There is something overly aggressive about such perfect beauty.

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