I used to be a regular at a lesbian bar in Mission Beach (San Diego), years ago.
Some of them were cute, but not many.
It was interesting to notice how the butch lesbians would try to hold their own in the physical space around the pool table, but how we large, fit, 20 something males would easily takeover in time without even being conscious of it.
We were just being natural, with inborn male energy and territorial domination, and they were faking something that they couldn’t maintain for hours and after drinks.
Yeah, all show, no go. I attended a martial arts exhibit at the studio of one of SanFrancisco's legendary Korean teachers. Two big ugly lesbians, one after the other, huffed and puffed and swaggered around but could not break a single board with their hands. Then a very pretty, tiny Korean woman came out and threw every huge male black belt over he shoulder without batting an eye. She was so serene, so feminine, she could have been rocking a baby carriage with her other hand. Also so focused, so well-trained, and so lethal…LOL