When I was a youth, I went to a couple of queer youth group meetings. This was my first and (and only until today) experience with support groups. Only it was more like "go to these meetings until you find somebody to sleep with." I went to two of them and then met a hot chick.
Anyway, today I went to a support group for very very queer folks. Queerer than me. I'm not really supposed to talk about it. I don't think I'm really a support group sort of person. For one thing, I don't like being supportive. No, it's just weird. I mean, whatever. Not my scene. Not my group. Not my thing. I was totally out of place.
I'm really just a boring dykey dyke soft butch lesbian. But that's so dull, I want to branch out to be queerer and queerer. And I mean, other queers are my brothers and sisters in queerness and I can go to the same parade as them and relate to some of their issues, but I'd like not to go to their meetings.
I'm going to the Lex later this week sometime. More details to follow.