NADIA HUQ
I first realised I wasn’t a fan of labels when I was chatting to a woman in a gay bar. She was intelligent, curious and compassionate, a charity worker with a fondness for the outdoors. “I don’t have many gay friends so it’s really lovely to meet other lesbians and bi women,” I said, sipping my wine. “Actually I’m queer…” she said with sneering disdain.