WORDS CHARLOTTE DINGLE
It was 1998, I was 14 and as far as I could work out, I was a lesbian. I came out to my family, came out at school (not fun) and bought all the appropriate badges and paraphernalia I could find. I had lost my virginity to a boy quite uncomfortably not long before and decided that sexual involvement with the male species was just not for me. I spent the whole time looking over his shoulder at a Shirley Manson poster and pretending it was her who was panting above me. Draped in rainbow scarves a few weeks afterwards, it seemed as if my sexuality was all mapped out…