Every openly lesbian woman I have ever known has eventually shown herself to be bat-s- crazy. I mean bi-polar, violent drunken crazy.
Every. Single. One.
I live in a condo complex. There were a lesbian pair, a few doors down, the cops were there, on average, about twice a month. I was talking to their next door neighbor, who usually was the one who called 911. He told me that they were in some form of aggression at least four times a week, but he only called the cops when “Butch” kept throwing “Lipstick” against the common wall, for more than just a few minutes.