It’s December 2019, and I’m at the Rio Cinema in east London for a screening of The L Word: Generation Q. We’ve been waiting a decade for this moment, and the atmosphere in the auditorium is electric as we wait for the projector to come to life. Two minutes into episode one, a tousled blonde cycles through Silver Lake, LA, and straight into my heart, stealing every scene she’s in with an irresistible, soft butch charm. I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I saw Sarah Finley. I think it might have been her armpits that did it...