If I want to be with someone, I let them know. I don’t like to pretend. As a lesbian, that’s not always been easy. I’m old enough to remember Clause 28, old enough to remember men telling me they didn’t want me in the same changing room as their wives because I wasn’t a real woman. I knew people who’d spent fifty years in the closet but I didn’t want to live half a life.
Back then there was a lot of fear and hostility, especially in the working-class community I came from, in Kirkcaldy, Fife, but my parents were extraordinary. There was no big discussion or anything like that, just the understanding that they wanted me to be happy. In many ways they were the ones who gave me that template. Sure, they had disagreements, but it was obvious that they had each found the person they were meant to be with.
Life is a lot simpler for gay couples than it was fifty years ago — Scotland is one of the best places in Europe for civil partnerships — but there are still mountains to climb. I think the persecution of trans women has been appalling. Trans does not damage lesbianism. Womanhood is a big tent; it goes all the way from Kim Kardashian to me and everything in between. First, we bring people in, then we sort out the problems.
Well, of course womanhood is a big tent, because women are half of humanity. The tent is massive, but that doesn’t mean it includes men. If Big Tent Womanhood includes men then it’s no longer Big Tent Womanhood. Men are the opposite of women, and vice versa, so men can’t be included in womanhood; it’s a logical impossibility.

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