One of the subs on our addition job is a big, tall dyke with tattoos on her. I peeked through the plastic curtain the other day in search of my darling wife, who was with the dyke. And there, operating an electric drill on the floor, with the moon rising between her shirt hem and pant waist, was a lithe, butch young blond woman with cropped hair. Yes! I didn't so much groove on her sexually as just cheer the notion that our dyke subcontractor would have a whole crew of dyke workers. Anyway, just guessing: She might.
They wanted to come on a Saturday. And today's employee is a guy, so it's not an all-dyke outfit.