“the milk and sugar are over there sir,” says the woman in the coffee shop.
“can you pull your car forward please mama?” says the guy at the petrol station.

(“mama” isn’t just saying that my gender’s been read as female, it’s also saying i’m old enough to be a mother)

those two interactions took place within minutes of each other and i responded the same to both i.e. i didn’t contribute anything gender-related at all. there were times in my twenties, when if a guy ...

For the first and possibly last time in my life, I bought a copy of Rooi Rose (for any non South African readers, it’s an Afrikaans women’s magazine and although it’s come a long way since apartheid days, it’s still one of those magazines that one thinks of as safely mainstream i.e. hardly relevant to me, as part of the LGBTQI spectrum).  I bought it for the story about Robert Hamblin, the artist formerly known as Adele Hamblin; photographer extraordinaire.

Robert’s physical transiti...

So I went to Joburg Pride this year - yay me!  Is there anything better than thousands of queers all together?  Alright, that probably sounds a bit separatist, but hey, it's really nice not to be outnumbered for once.  The sun was out and so were we - most of the boys looking fabulous and most of us lesbians looking ... well, wearing jeans and t-shirts really; myself included.  I contemplated a pink grim reaper outfit, but just didn't get it together.  Anyway, my girlfriend I scored QueerLife...

How many lesbians and their husbands did Lin Sampson talk to before she wrote her somewhat mystifying column "Bride on the gravy train," one wonders?  In her version of things, "many" men looking for second wives choose lesbians, for a variety of cliched reasons.

“I’m sick of all those straight women. They bleed you. I want someone who doesn’t think that a blowjob deserves a Prada handbag,” said one. (The Sunday Times Lifestyle, May 10 2009)

It would be exhaustingly boring to tackle eve...

There was an influx of lesbians into the village of which I am the only (out) gay this weekend.  Three (three!) of us sat and talked rubbish for a while and then one of us needed to get some work done and the other two went to the beach.  Here endeth the 'scene' update for my section of the Doos Kaap.

When lesbian no2 arrived (henceforth to be referred to as "The Femme") I stuck out a dykely hand and said, "Hi, I'm the official lesbian," and she shook my hand and said she was the official visi...