What women owe lesbians

I wrote this because I don’t think straight women always realise what a debt of gratitude we owe to lesbians. This is my attempt at saying ‘thank you’.

I was born in the spring of 1984, three years after Prince Charles wed Lady Di and three years after my eighteen-year-old mum waved goodbye to her sleepy midlands town and caught the Intercity train to London to work with young homeless people. There she met my dad and soon after I was on my way into being. A photograph of my mum, dark-haired, freckled and barely twenty, smiling shyly at my dad behind the camera on the dunes at Camber Sands is the first picture I am in. She was not aware of my presence at the time it was taken. Continue reading “What women owe lesbians”