It’s almost poetic the many ways he’ll often find to tell you that not only are you a filthy lesbian, using every gendered homosexual slur, but that really all you need is sex with him to help you with your daddy issues.

I think this is where the issue of say political lesbianism becomes relevant; many lesbians reject that movement because it implies that women’s sexuality can only be a political movement. I’m a feminist but that doesn’t mean I’m a dyke/I’m hairy/I’m fat/I’m ugly/I’m angry” – etc, etc, etc.But when she's asked to be a bridesmaid in her friend Bronte's destination wedding, she finds herself venturing into new and exciting territory. Lesbians exist in all corners of the world, as is wonderfully shown by the platform Queering the Map.

Broken down, and wounded by my emotionally neglectful ex, I wanted someone to tell me I was good enough. In fact, despite lesbians’ active involvement in the feminist movement, prominent activists like Betty Friedan were highly lesbophobic themselves. However, imagine leaving the house and you become aware that you are being stared at by multiple people at every moment. Such an androcentric ‘normal’, extended to represent the whole community, is equally seen in the rainbow flag which dominates Pride, and all the rainbow-branded merch that entails.Needless to say, young girls first discovering their same-sex attraction are hardly clamouring to identify with this hyper-sexualised world of scissoring, threesomes, and dispassionate ‘orgasms’. It really highlighted the need for truly intersectional women’s theory, and how necessary an open conversation about lesbian issues is. Also if lesbianism is the closest feminism has to a nation of its own, where do bi, queer, non-defined, heterosexual, etc women and men feature in this nation? To say that Lesbianism us the closest thing Feminism, while flattering, silences the struggle we have with internalised misogyny, same sex r*pe, domestic violence, and so on.

Some were incensed that apparently we didn’t care enough, others believed that we all cared too much, and hardly ever did I see someone acknowledging that maybe, possibly, we weren’t one monolithic group of one mind and opinion. Betrayed and angry, she trades her meekness for a sword and embarks on a quest for vengeance that will lead her straight into the arms of the legendary Captain Maria Welles. At the end of the day, I and every other woman who loves other women deserve to use a term to describe us and feel comfortable with it.Queer spaces often have little time for us either; when we come together in solidarity, well, we’re just elitists who only care for our own agenda.