Are totally freakin' cool.
I honestly cannot get enough of dykes. Every single one is a perfect and unique snowflake, a mound of hawtness that gets me totally super horny and fantasising about lewd torrid things.
I went to Holland recently because it's a very dyke friendly country. There's dykes everywhere. And some of them even parade naked round the country, which is awesome. You can admire their curves and the way they interact with each other and all touchy and feely and wiggly and... yeah... get me a big block of ice to sit on.
My girl friend never approves of me looking at dykes though. Let alone me touching them.
She's from a very strait laced family. She thinks dykes are unnatural and wrong and all that jazz. The way they ride roughshod over what nature intended. She just doesn't get it.
She prefers canals for fjoerk's sake. How boring's that?!
(You may now start chanting, "don't give up yer day job.")