Going public
TRAINS AND BUSES ARE A QUEER PLACE TO BE QUEER, SAYS ELEANOR MARGOLIS
I’m on the Northern Line, on the London Underground, sitting opposite the most adorable lesbian couple.
They’re both about 20, and from their hand holding and drugged-up looking smiles, I’m guessing newly in love. One has short hair, dyed green, the other is freckly and has a hand-rolled cigarette tucked behind her ear. I want to adopt them. I want to cook them a nutritionally balanced meal and wag a finger at them about smoking.
It dawns on me that 30 is the age where you start to have maternal feelings towards younger queers.