celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day seventeen

Coming out – again.


Let’s be clear, it wasn’t lust.  She wasn’t my type at all but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.  I hovered by the stall just looking but trying not to be seen staring. She made everything suddenly crystal clear.  She was my revelation.

She was a vision of the 50’s right there in the middle of Europride 1992. Petticoated red skirt, wide red leather belt, eyeliner, blue-black pony tail and fringe hair and the highest of patent leather stiletto heels (how did she walk on the grass in those?).  And the lipstick.  Unapologetic ruby red lipstick. My gender neutral vest and Levi’s suddenly felt all wrong.  She was a validating vision.  I was like her, I may never be able to walk in the heels or wear the outfit with such panache but I bought the lipstick, the reddest I could find, and set about discovering who I really was.  A lipstick lesbian.






Lel Meleyal, 54, Brighton

Comments on: "day seventeen" (1)

  1. Well done Lel, that’s fab. x

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