I took that photo in East London the other day, sniggering.  I wondered which headline would scare South African lesbians most; swine flu or being haunted by girlfriends?  On the whole, I think I'd rather have the swine flu, thank you.  That said, most of my excess of exes seem to be delightfully benign these days and I am certainly not stalking any old flames myself, so perhaps I am immune, for now at least. 

Why is it that great friendships are so very simple and comfortable, but girlfriend...

I am starting to conform to stereotype - the one where lesbians stay friends with their exes.  It's not even all that long since I wrote a rant against that very thing and I guess I have to blame stuff for this turnaround.  So here goes.

I have exes who are really good people, who, despite having survived the horror or relationships with me, are compassionate enough to want to be friends.  Somewhere along the way I guess I also pulled my head out of my ass long enough to see them for the good ...