Are You a Pedigree or a Mongrel?

First it was horses, then it was dogs, and now it's lesbians falling over themselves to claim their pedigree certificate. And just in case you're wondering, I'm not talking about those poor lesbians with mixed parentage (one northern, one southern, shudder) I'm talking about something far purer than that. I'm talking about the right to wear the prestigious 'gold star'.

Now I generally haven’t got the patience or inclination to research these things too deeply, but in a nutshell the ‘gold star’ is awarded (by oneself) to lesbians so pure, so untainted by cock, that only they can consider themselves worthy of such an accolade.

I’m already feeling some hackles rising amongst you so I’m going to say, in public and for the record, that I have no problem whatsoever with a woman being very proud of the fact she discovered her sexual vocation without the need of messy and largely unsatisfactory dalliances with men.  I’d even go as far as to say that I wish I’d saved a lot of my early efforts. But what does concern me is the idea that women may use their ‘gold star status’ as a way of feeling superior over lesbians who clambered onto the podium still smelling of their last boyfriend.

The comments on my own blog tell me that while some of you believe it’s perfectly possible for me to enjoy the idea of a night of man sex and still be a real lesbian, others feel very strongly that if a lesbian so much as thinks of real cock they should leave their membership at the door and make their way to the ‘want their cake and eat it’ club, aka Bisexuality.

So, gold star holders, do you see the likes of me as an equal sexuality wise? Like a pure bred pony with lovely flanks or as a mongrel, virtually the same to look at but never allowed to Crufts?