It's a very male perspective. Like when they get angry if a gay man compliments them, because they register it as a threat, since they don't want another bloke thinking about them in the same aggressive way they think about women they find attractive?
Anyhow, as an ancient lesbian crone, I have been sitting here dredging up memories from all women/lesbian gyms in the 1980s, and I can't remember ever ogling another woman, or feeling uncomfortable because another woman was creeping me out.
I don't know how the young'uns do it these days, but back then it was more making eye contact and hoping she'd hold your gaze a fraction longer, then trying a smile to test if the interest was reciprocated. My intentions were oriented towards scoring her company at the juice bar, or finding out if she liked to go swimming in any of the local lakes.
Perhaps all the porn children view on their phones today has got them believing that lesbians behave like gay blokes in saunas and public toilets, throwing themselves instantly into having hot and sweaty sex (on those narrow, slatted wooden benches - so uncomfortable), rather than inviting each other out to share a pleasurable social activity while they get to know each other better.
In umptymumble years of lesbian socialising I never had to keep peeling a woman's sweaty and unwelcome mitts off me either. I've been swept of my feet by a few swashbuckling butches, but never against my will and over my protestations.