Yesterday it suddenly occurred to me that given the small incestuous nature of the Wellington lesbian scene I may have invited couples who have along the way shagged each other, and are now in bitter cold war.
In order to make sure I haven't committed some form of social faux pas I emailed one set of guests airing my concerns, but also saying that really I don't give a shit as warring lesbians would only add to the ambience and that we are all adults so they would just have to cope.
The response is below:
We do know them, they are lovely. Miraculously, neither MS D nor I have slept with, drunkenly come on to or have had a hair-pulling cat-fight style altercation with either one of them. Some sort of Wellington lesbian first, no doubt.
More like a fukkin miracle from my research of the interconnecting series of exe's that constitute the local scene.
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With that, the entire lesbian universe is going to be thrown well and truly out of whack. I am quaking in my comfy shoes.
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