Beginning with Marriage Equality and then standing to fight for reproductive rights, my first experiences of WLW (women-loving-women) solidarity and love were the kind of feelings that storm in with summer revolutions; we were coiled fury waiting for a spark to ignite us, arms worn from flag-holding over long days on hot streets.
The internet helped us organise when we were together, and provided love when we were scattered all over the country, but it wasn’t made for everybody, and days quickly became a barrage of wondering if you’d said too much beyond making a ‘respectful request’ for rights and not a rightful demand, or seeing people you respected do too little beyond othering or fetishising you.