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portia "apologises" for marrying ellen
... as well she should. ellen is MINE i tell you!
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Funniest referral of the day
Lesbian Cyberpunk
Servants of the Mists - an online lesbian cyberpunk novel by Holly Keane (I haven't read it yet)
Then there's this one -
Kelly McCullough
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Lesbian Connection - free print magazine
I got this magazine by snailmail for free ... all the way from the USA to South Africa. And it's a COOL mag - there were 4 pages of dykes to watch out for in it, to mention but one of many cool things. Click the pic to visit their site and see what they do and how they do it and why.23.12.08
21.12.08
::163:: Have yourself a dykey little christmas
daft dyke christmas cards
dyke the halls: lesbian erotic christmas tales
jingle belles - a merry lesbian holiday
... but from me: BAH HUMBUG!
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Natural Born Dyke
Now I’m too old to be called tomboy or even boi, but I still kind of want to be one. I still don’t want a penis though. I don’t want to be a man either – I don’t want a beard or to pee standing up or any of the things that seem to define men. I have no desire to transition, just the need to define my gender any way I want to. So I wear men’s clothes and my hair is short and people call me sir and I like it. I don’t attempt to pass as male; this is just me and the way I look.
I’m not sure whether at this stage I should clarify things by saying that I have nothing against transgendered people or that I’m lucky enough to count a few of them as my closest friends, because that would sound banal … but too late, I’ve done so already and it happens to be true.
So here I am – cis-gendered female, very fond of my vagina and I use feminine pronouns. I shave/trim various bits of my body hair when I feel like it and don’t bother when I’m lazy. I buy my clothes and shoes in the men’s department, where I can just grab the size and style I want without having to face myself in cruel changing-room mirrors. I wear men’s boxer shorts with my bras. I’m not overly fond of sport and I can’t fix cars. I’m an OK cook and I can catch snakes. I’m scared of frogs and deadlines, I have a high pain threshold, I love chocolate and hate handbags.
Gender matters to me to the extent that I am a feminist, so I want equal rights, and I am a lesbian, so my prey … er … interest is women. Beyond that, I really don’t care.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be walking like a man.







