When cellphones hit the country, the streets were littered with dykes with 5110's clipped to their belts in little black pouches. Dykes (and I am generalising wildly) like gadgets. Dykes usually know how to connect things and quite often fix things too. Some dykes like power tools, some (like me) are absolute whores for any new, sleek hi-tech toy on the market. And I'll say it now, because I know you're waiting for it, that means sex toys too. A quick look at any good woman's sex toy website will show you how far things have moved – toys look like modern art, you could leave them on your coffee table without offending the mother-in-law.

I personally don't have a power-tool fetish (and that includes sex toys), I have a designer-dyke style addiction to modern minimalist stuff. I'm typing this on my Macbook, my iPod isn't far and cameras abound. I have numerous flash drives, a small robot dog that emotes to music – and the list goes on. I know lot of geek-dykes who are fully into the hi-tech thing too.

Networking's a beautiful thing, because I know so many dykes, 9 times out of 10 I know someone who can help me fix or programme something if I can't do it myself.

Dykes tend to be first-level adopters of new technology, perhaps because they don't have the constraint of having to wait for hubby to let them know what to buy.

Apologies to any passing straight women who don't fit this crass generalisation. There's also the DINK factor i.e. double income no kids, meaning more disposable income and the potential for rampant consumerism. We don't usually have to fight children for the Nintendo Wii either.

Right now I'm sitting in a room with satellite TV running silently on widescreen, iPod playing through the hi-fi, Wii waiting, powerball, lava lamp and PSP in the corner and three of us on computers. Between us, we could programme your mainframe, fix your car, design your website, wire your house, sort out your graphics, layout and so on – and a multitude of other sins. We are a handy species and we love toys.

I shall not draw any conclusions about control issues. We also find the phrase control alt delete much sexier than lather rinse repeat.

If anyone needs me, I'm at the toyshop.