If I started out a story with "three Asian and two Black women walk into a bar ..." you might be right in feeling like you needed to prepare yourself for a punchline.It's a joke, right? Yeah, except in this case it's not. Let me give you some background, a scene-setter: It was the '90s, the five of us were six-days-a-week lesbian clubgoers. We wanted to dance, be with our peeps, be free and safe and to feel unity with our own kind.