  :Just lay back and accept the inevitable. You too will smell like patchouli, call yourself Moon Warrior Wolfwomon, and volunteer to wheat-paste leaflets on fences expressing your indignation about a variety of issues no one nearby remotely gives a shit about.   :After a pause...that's pretty much everything that makes me ookie when I get in a crowd of lesbians (and once someone called me closed-minded about it, too!). Come to think of it, I do like disco a lot...and sparkly things...maybe you and I are kindred in many ways, APK. If it weren't for the genitals, we'd be set for life.   