(orig. published by QueerLife)

Years ago, when I wrote another column for another website, I used to bleat often, “Where are the elderdykes?” At that stage I was about 30 and didn’t know any lesbians much over 45. All my whining got two responses and I had a drink with a really cool fifty something in Cape Town, and got lectured by a lovely sixty something in KZN, about the responsibility of us young dykes towards their elders. Well, I couldn’t agree more. In fact, I think we all have...


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