Lesbian Air Tours

I’ve discovered where all the lesbians hang out. It’s not in a gay bar, or in some feminist commune. It’s not even at KD Lang concerts. It’s somewhere far detached from that. It’s the airport.

Sounds a bit daft I know, maybe it’s the attraction of buzzing metal detectors and the looming frisking. (Am I the only one who joins the queue with the cutest woman security?).

Maybe we’re just more adventurous, or maybe we just need to get away more often. Perhaps there are cheap flights to Lesbos. Or maybe we just want to show off those lovely rainbow suitcase straps you can get now.

I’m pretty sure we don’t jet off to get an even tan. Some of us may be heading for the cheap booze; because I’m sure those big cases aren’t full of evening dresses and jewellery.

I imagine some of this may be due to the fact we have no snotty brats to provide for, or any children to cater for. But I am more prone to put it down to the ½ price month on easyjet, and the number of long distance, gaydargirls.com induced relationships.
Whatever their business at the airport, lesbians are going places. (Providing they don’t spend too long in duty free flirting and miss their flight.)