Who Needs Sat Nav?

Funny how things turn out really. I was in London today for meetings (at the Poetry Society, ooh la la). Of course seeing as someone else is paying my expenses I tend to spend some time mooching around shops and the like. I just love aimlessly wandering around a city and looking at the people and places you end up. Thanks to my sense of directly, I usually end up where I started, and relatively unscathed.

Today my gaydar led me directly to Soho. Perhaps aided by the fact I’ve been there before (but just the once). There is something quite liberating for a recently de-closeted lesbian to wander about one of the world’s most famous gay areas. Also, for one who last saw it in a drunken haze, seeing it in the harsh light of day was also interesting, and just goes to show my drunken memory is really quite clear considering.

Many people wonder why we gays need to create a ghetto for ourselves, surely it’s just a barrier to the world? Well, yes, but no. We’re everywhere now – everywhere I turn I see gays in positions of authority – and more importantly, more are out and proud than ever before. So what if we are too sissy to walk far from pub to pub, surely that’s sense more than fear.

LGBTA trip to London this term? I think so. I can impress them all with my detailed and intricate gaydar navigation system.