Where My Lesbos At?

I know that we've talked and talked about how Park Slope pretty much blows for singles (ed note: uh, that's why gawd invented the BK Meatup!), but the popular consensus seems to be that PS is a lesbian mecca. 

I get it—the setting is picture perfect for sapphic lifstyles. Lesbians can wear their Birkenstocks, have long talks about misogyny in Prospect Park, and buy organic food to their hearts content (to quote Amy Poehler in Baby Mama, "Organic food is for rich people who hate themselves").  But still, I've got to shout it from the rooftops (figuratively—I'm not allowed to go on my rooftop because my landlord will terminate my lease): WHERE MY LESBOS AT?!

Seriously, because Ginger's isn't cutting it.  In fact, I went to Ginger's once and I was kind of terrified.  Am I the only non-career lesbian up in here?

What I mean by this is that, at first glance, you probably couldn't tell that I'm gay.  Not because I'm super femme (I can't wear nail polish because when I did, circa 1997, I couldn't take myself seriously), but because I'm usually wearing heels and I'm not wrapped in the rainbow flag.  I don't attend pride parades, don't shop at the Coop, don't think Angelina Jolie is God's gift to lesbians, and I most certainly don't want to talk about Adrienne Rich. 

But therein lies the dilemma: if I don't make my gayhood obvious, and I don't go to gay bars/clubs (sorry, Henrietta Hudson's), where am I gonna meet a chick who shares my love for The Simpsons, vodka tonics, and pizza with fancy toppings?    

Thoughts?  Suggestions? Angry comments (because I know you've got 'em)?