It's been almost a week since I last mentioned Jodie Marsh (whose lesbionic backstory you can read about here), and I think we'd all agree that's been almost a week too long. Just as you can never have enough hats, gloves and shoes, you can never have enough news about Britain's favorite attention-seeking clown hooker.
With that in mind, I point you in the direction of Dlisted, the brainchild of the gayelle-crazed homosexual Michael K (not to be confused with Gregory K, the kid who divorced his parents, or Kafka's Josef K -- I'm not sure how either Gregory or Josef would feel about Michael's one true love, the celebrated lesbian folk hero Rojo Caliente), and its recap (complete with image gallery) of Jodie lezzing out for photographers the other night with her girlfriend Nina.
Nina, by the way, is exactly what you'd get from Central Casting if you requested a Siouxsie & the Banshees-loving hairdresser who has spent a lifetime groping inebriated, nominally heterosexual women in the back of taxicabs. I'd like for Mike Leigh to reteam with Sally Hawkins to make a movie about Nina; Timothy Spall can play her coke-addled salon-owner mentor and it'll be BAFTAs all around, I promise.
The photos Michael K corralled are safe for work in some respects; both women are wearing clothes and no one appears to be performing any actual sex acts, though Marsh does take on an orgasmic glow when the paparazzi are around. (Or maybe I'm confusing that with spray tan.) On the other hand, I'm not convinced they're safe for humanity. That's something every lesbian will have to judge for herself.