As my followers can attest to and my readers as well I have been slacking on my kword for the last couple of weeks or so. (If you didn’t miss me… screw you *big smile*) Aside from working on some family thaaangs, and trying to learn a thing or two, there is another major reason for my absence. I have recently become inducted in a very important secret society called…

Dyke Club.

What did you think I was going to say? The Illuminati? Get real…

1st Rule of Dyke Club: You DO NOT talk about DYKE CLUB.

The dyke club* is a group of about 30 women (half lesbians and half something-like-a-lesbians) from all over, that formed an online alliance, where we talk about anything AND everything. One minute we can be talking about online shopping (asos is the business) …which would lead us to our favorite body stockings… and somehow we end up with a video tutorial on how to twerk it for your partner.

2nd Rule of  Dyke Club: You DO NOT talk about DYKE CLUB.

I love this group of women (well most of them #imjustsaying) for the same reason that  UNO should have fear of them… they make me know I’m sane.

We’ve all had that moment where we questioned our own sanity.

“Maybe I’m the one that is on some other sh*t in my relationship”…

“Maybe I am stressing over the small stuff”…

But having 30+ other women with the sideeye going “No girl your people are doing the uber most!”  is a well appreciated cosign.

Now don’t get me wrong, it is not a sexified, relationship thrashing group at all. We have no trouble telling each other when we are over-reacting, under-reacting and are just plain wrong. It’s that healthy balance that makes it work. I am so lucky to have these girls in my life…

3rd Rule of Dyke Club: You DO NOT talk about DYKE CLUB.

There is so much I could say, but I wouldn’t want to break the rules more than I already have. But here’s my favorite one.

Shirts and straps are optional, rolling with punches mandatory…. okay maybe I just made that one up. *shrugs*

*No that’s not the real name *side eye*