Demystifying The Lesbionics
When you’re in high school you’ll do pretty much anything for money. Same goes for when you’re trying to make it in the art and writing world. This explains why, for the greater part of the last decade, I’ve held a job in retail. I know what you’re thinking: Retail? Seriously? Because yes, it really is as awful as everyone makes it out to be. One of my co-workers at my current job told me that when she first came to this country she got a job and Guess, and every day on her way home she’d burst into tears because she was depressed and miserable. Fortunately, if ever I get to this point with a job, it is not uncharacteristic of me to quit or transfer immediately. So that’s what I did this past summer.
Three years ago a woman who’s become one of my most favorite people in the entire world got hired into the company I mainly worked for as my boss. A couple years later another woman who has also become one of my most favorite people in the entire world got hired to be the boss of another location and the first woman, my boss, trained her. Shortly after that they fell in love and became known as The Lesbionics (watch the video here and maybe the reference will make more sense).
My boss ended up quitting this past May and soon after that my entire life seemed to fall apart for reasons I’d rather not say, but when it rains it pours and the new management that was ushered in after her was absolutely awful. There are no words that could describe the sheer disgust I felt for how far downhill the business went, and how speechless I was that nobody seemed to want to do anything about it. And then, just when I was barely a centimeter away from the point of my co-worker when she was at Guess, holding my tears on the muni train because of how much I hated my life at that moment and how far down my job had assisted in dragging my spirit, I transferred to the location that my ex-boss’ girlfriend manages and my work world turned right-side-up. It's no longer my main source of income, and I could actually quit and still survive just fine, but I keep going every Saturday because I love to help the people I love. Unfortunately, it’s a bit far from where I live so when I work there I usually stay out at their place for a couple of days and have a grand ol’ time.
Floyd Salas, a novelist/boxer says, “All considerations of language, of ideas, of symbols and metaphors serve only one function: to convey the soul of a living being to the soul of other living beings and in that process break us out of our isolation and loneliness and put us in touch with the universal spirit.” And I totally agree. So I can sit here and deconstruct these two fabulous women and hope that by the end of this post you’ll understand why in addition to the necessity of spending weekends with them when it comes to my part-time job, I also feel that it’s a necessity when it comes to my wellbeing, but I won’t. Their cool factor has absolutely nothing to do with their sexuality and everything to do with the fact that, just like the rest of my friends, there are a ton of things I see in them that I see in myself; things that make me smile and things that scare me, but as a whole, it’s just a damn pretty thing to look at.
I suppose that it’s not possible to discover the universal spirit in everyone. Some outsides are just so unlike our own that it seems pointless and even a little absurd to think that our cores would be at all similar. But it’s definitely possible to discover it in some people, and, when you do, I suggest you hold onto them tight. 2007 has been pretty rough ride for me, but I’ve survived it thanks to important discoveries and realizations like these.