Lesbians Gone Wild: Dinah Shore Weekend Last weekend I went to the Dinah, as we lesbians call it. For those of you who don't know, the Dinah Shore Weekend in Palm Springs is the biggest lesbian party of the year -- our spring break, if you will. It started around the Dinah Shore LPGA Golf Tournament (lesbians, LPGA... you get it) but morphed over the years, and now I'd bet that maybe 5 percent of the women there even know about the golf connection.
I'd been to the Dinah a bunch, but always best search engines for the golf and never for the parties (cough, loser, cough). Well, this year I'm single, so I thought, "What the hell?" I packed two butch bathing suits (board shorts and matching muscle tanks), two pairs of flip-flops and two hats and headed out to stay with friends. Here are my highlights, in no particular order: Having a poolside "Harlem Shake" moment with a hottie who can actually shake, unlike me. Gulp. Being surrounded by more lesbians at the pool than I ever was at the LPGA tournament. DJ Amara spinning with a live drummer on stage. Not being called "sir" the entire weekend. Hallelujah! Bikinis everywhere, or in many instances just bikini bottoms. Hello! Poolside arm-wrestling contests. Yes, I won. Left-handed. Having so much fun with friends at their compound that I skipped some of the official parties.