A lifestyle blog
Dear Frankie, Being adopted by a single Mum doesn’t mean that you will automatically grow up and become a single adopter like me. Being raised by a single Mum who fell in love with another kind, caring and committed woman doesn’t automatically mean you will do the same. I didn’t choose to be gay Frankie …
Nov 17th… ‘Shopping for Lesbian Biscuits.’ ‘Mum, have you noticed that I favour plaid.’ ‘What’s PLAD?’ She crunched. ‘Is it another one of your new terms?’ ‘No Mum, plaid, you know, flasks, lumberjacks, highland toffee, cowgirls, picnic blankets.’ I think it’s fascinating that so many lesbians are drawn to a checked shirt, myself included. There …
‘Do you know where you’ll find the most lesbians in one place Mum?’ I asked. ‘Where love?’ She crunched. ‘In the Gay Village?’ ‘No, The Lake District.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Absolutely, Windermere is heaving with lesbians. Kendal’s a bit quieter but Keswick is practically a convention.’ ‘Is it?’ She slurped. ‘I wonder why?’ ‘It’s obvious, lesbians love …
Lesbian Biscuits… ‘Do you know if Spandau Ballet had a big Gay following in the 80’s Mum?’ ‘I wouldn’t know love.’ She slurped. No that’s right she wouldn’t, why would she? Mum has never really been a dedicated follower of fashion trends and pop culture. I remember her watching Top of the Pops once, blinking …
Growing up, I heard lots of different viewpoints on same sex couples. Back then of course in the seventies, two men or two women who were equally committed to one another and planning to share the rest of their lives together, sadly weren’t given equal rights or indeed recognised in the eyes of the church. …
Yo Mum, ‘Yo?’ I’m trying to be cool and down with the kids. I found this picture of you here at the start of the swinging sixties, you’re 19, clearly a hot chick and rocking your beehive. ‘I don’t know about that Love.’ How did a cool Mum manage to pop out a nerdy geek …
It has to be said, travelling to new places and experiencing new adventures is most definitely good for the soul. During my recent trip to New York I learned so much more than I could have first imagined. It’s true, we had saved up our money to be able to afford the transatlantic experience and …
Mum and I got onto the topic of food again. ‘How do you mean, ‘lesbian cuisine?’ She slurped. ‘I don’t know love….what do you think lesbians like to eat?’ ‘Well these are definitely lesbian biscuits for a start Mum.’ ‘Don’t be daft, here do you want a plate?’ She nudged, dusting the crumbs heavy handedly …
‘You’re happy, that’s what it is.’ She continued. My Mother was right but then I’d been happy and skinny in my life too. I knew there was definitely more to having a healthy lesbian appetite and I wanted to discuss it over more tea and frangipanes. ‘I’ve got boobs now as well and you know …
‘We should go easy on these Frangipanes’ Mum crunched. ‘Here, take them off me.’ ‘I know, I’m the same’ I said, nibbling on my second one that morning. ‘I’ve suddenly developed a huge lesbian appetite.’ ‘A huge appetite for lesbians?’ ‘No, just cravings for more pub lunches, carpet picnics, romantic dinner dates and magnums, you …