1999. I am going to a job interview at a lesbian bar. The manager, a butch, opens the door: 'What are you doing here? Are you in the right place?' 'I am here for the interview' She looks at me up and down with suspicion. 'You don't look gay!' 'I am here, for the same... Continue Reading →
I recently attended a lecture by Professor Amy de la Haye on interpreting gender in the context of the museum, specifically when exhibiting fashion/clothing. The pre-reading was a chapter on female masculinities in the 1920s - in a book called Fashioning Sapphism: The Origins of a Modern English Lesbian Culture by Laura Doan - and... Continue Reading →
One day last week, I found myself wandering around the building where I work while holding my ID pass, a pen and an envelope. On realising I needed to use my hands for something else, I was momentarily dismayed that I didn't have a bag with me. Then I remembered something amazing... the skirt I... Continue Reading →
When I heard about the latest Familyyy Fierce event, via Rarely Wears Lipstick columnist Rubyyy Jones, I knew I simply had to go along. Sadly, my diary was not my friend on this occasion and I couldn't make it, so I got in touch with one of the most fierce femmes I know to ask... Continue Reading →