London Lesbian and Gay centre in Farringdon as a teenager and lurking outside for hours before being brave enough to go in.
Tracey (who I always thought was called Alex) who I met there and had major crush on.
Dianne, My youth worker some nights and co worker on other nights who was my first real love, who broke my heart, but who still can make my heart flip when I recall her smile.
Chain Reactions and The Clit Club, when there were still safe play clubs for lesbians only.
Venus Rising - multiple rooms of woman enjoying other women.
Fighting against Section 28; going into schools as a teenager and running awareness sessions with staff.
Looking after ‘our gay boys’ as they died.
Jackie, probably the most beautiful, adult and sane woman I was ever lucky enough to be loved by, until I messed it up, broke her heart, and lost the right to have any contact with, my one biggest loss and regret.
Feeling too old and tired to fight anymore but wishing I still had other women in my life rather than being mostly isolated through exhaustion and ill health.
Crying as I write this for all that was and has been lost, including myself it seems now.