Apologies, I left out a group of lesbians protesting at Pride. Not a third group, but the first: those who saw it coming. Those who understood transgender ideology and the harm it could do to lesbians and to women in general from the outset.
Lone voices in the wilderness. Rejected as too radical, too uncompromising, too extreme by so many. Myself included. And yet, they were right.
This is where being nice, and kind and compromising has gotten us:
To a Scottish Parliament that makes a law that uses the definition of the process of gender reassignment to define what women are. In Scottish law, women are now men who become female by using a female name and pronoun. But they need not prove doing even that to avail themselves of a legal set aside created for women to redress disadvantages women face on the basis of their sex.
To Jessica Yaniv and Karen White. To children used as guinea pigs. To gay conversion therapy that comes in the form of cross sex hormones and leads to healthy bodies being mutilated.
They told us. We didn't listen. I am immensely grateful that they are still out there, telling us, today. Because I hear them now, loud and clear.