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At the leather dyke munch last night, I spent most of the evening chatting with a cutie who's, well, twenty-six years younger than I am. It was delightful, but not exactly smart in the long term. I didn't stay to get my boots blacked, but that would have meant a wait on the other side of CC's and I was having too good a time.
Where are my freaky dykes in their fifties, and sixties? Forties might even be acceptable, if they're into it. Are they really all taken? Do they just never leave their homes? Do I even want to be in a relationship with someone who never leaves home? Honestly, I think I'd go buggy-eyed from stir craziness. And as ever, it's hard for me to get motivated to use the apps.
Where are my freaky dykes in their fifties, and sixties? Forties might even be acceptable, if they're into it. Are they really all taken? Do they just never leave their homes? Do I even want to be in a relationship with someone who never leaves home? Honestly, I think I'd go buggy-eyed from stir craziness. And as ever, it's hard for me to get motivated to use the apps.
