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(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...

It struck me today, with all the force of dandelion fluff in a light breeze, that I haven't tackled a dyke stereotype in a while. So - dykes and cats. Apparently dykes and cats go together like drag queens and heels; the questions therefore are: Do they really? And if so, why? As for the first question, I don't have a clue. Statistics are inherently dodgy and I don't have any. Not only do I lack stats, I lack cats too - if the truth be told, I have two dogs and ...

So you're no longer a twentysomething nightclubber how do you meet single lesbians? If you live in a major city there are probably a few groups you can join and dinners to go to and (even in this day and age) the good ole lesbo potluck from time to time. What i'm thinking of now though, is that wider-choice, higher-risk option; the internet.

There are local and international paysites: qwomen, gwomen, Playdate etc. These cajole you in saying sign-up is free. It is, but you can't actually com...