Thanks @Winesalot .
The Grand Plan for me got thrown into disarray when my mum read my diary when I was 14. She and my dad made me swear on the bible that I would never so much as kiss another woman; the diaries and copies of Diva and the local LGB youth group got burnt outside.
My mum called the police about the council run youth group because she thought the whole concept was illegal.
All my mum's friends and friends mums were apparently disgusted with me etc.
My brother and his friends all delighted in telling me I was frigid and just needed a good fuck from a bloke (I had experienced sexual abuse from my brother and a couple of his friends a few years before, so that made it doubly worse, I think)
Introducing my family to my v butch gf in my early 20s was terrifying, hilarious and in retrospect they didn't disown me, so again I am grateful for the tolerance shift...
My brother always referred to her as "the man", but he's a nugget anyway.
That's my worst lived experience of lesbophobia, I think? Or some of it, at least.