Many lesbians recall their gay awakening as being the moment they met a specific woman.
They say she swanned unexpectedly into their life and completely upended their notion of love and devotion and romance. That their very existence adopted a new and improved complexion of brighter colours and sweeter smells – pleasures abound in the absence of men.
When I think about my own awakening, I realise that my experience was different.
I had met women – hundreds, if not thousands of them prior to coming out.