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Lesbians on the loose in Atlanta

W and I went to Atlanta over the holiday weekend and had a blast.  Who knew Atlanta is so, well, gay. Or maybe it was just us.


We were warned not to breach the Perimeter.

When we asked some locals about where to go and what to do, a very nice lesbian couple advised us to stay within the perimeter and all would be well.  We thought this was general advice, such as don’t stray too far outside the city limits.  We later learned that the Perimeter is an actual road that encircles Atlanta.  It was all very Hunger Games (Catching Fire was actually filmed there) from then on.

Anyway, here are some highlights from our trip:

Decatur — I immediately fell in love with this little town filled with lesbians.  W and I took in an arts festival and browsed the shops.  The Indigo Girls hail from Decatur, but we did not run into Amy or Emily.  True fact: Decatur is nicknamed “Dick Hater” because of its lesbian population.


 Selfie: Me and W acting silly at the World of Coke

The World of Coca-Cola — Sure, it’s one big advertisement for Coke, but we were able to get our picture taken with the Coke polar bear and drink Coke beverages from around the globe.

BBQ — When in Georgia, you have to get your fingers sticky with BBQ sauce.  “The wetter the better” we were told.  I had some finger-lickin’ ribs with a side of collard greens.  Ya gotta love a BBQ joint with vinyl tablecloths and rolls of paper towels right on the table.

Kids — None.  For.  Three.  Days.

Gay steak — We dined at a place in Midtown called Cowtippers.  It was a cross between an Outback steakhouse and a gay pride float.  W enjoyed the armadillo eggs (jalapeño poppers back north), and our waiter, the fabulous Q, was a lot of fun.


And the butch gets extra screening.

Airport security — W got us routed into the quicker security line where we didn’t have to take off our shoes or open our bags.  I got pulled aside both times (arriving and departing) for extra screening.  The TSA agents used wipes on my hands to search for chemical residue.  (Apparently, it’s a fact that trans people are subjected to extra screening because they look different.)  I wanted to point out that W was more likely to build a bomb based on hours spent watching The Big Bang Theory, but I didn’t think that was a good idea.

I’ll be writing up our adventures in an e-book that I plan on selling on eBay.

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Have you been to Atlanta?  What’s your favorite attraction?

Are you visiting a particular city this summer?