The gay scene

I had an intense desire to belong and identify - this was probably a search for the family I never had as a child. I wrote to a lesbian magazine and made contact. I vividly remember my first meeting which was very nearly my last! I was met at the bus stop by an extremely butch woman dressed completely in mens' clothing. I gulped hard, wondering what I had done and trotted nervously beside her to her home. She and her friend introduced me to the gay club scene over the next few weeks. I soon discovered that she was a transsexual (wished to be a man) and was quite untypical of most lesbians.

My friend eventually came back to live with me, but my involvement with the gay scene caused a rift between us. I eventually became involved with another woman and we broke up. This led to me launching myself completely into the gay world, coming up for air only at work. I had a succession of girlfriends only lasting for a year or so. A group of us helped to start a gay womens group in the city. We became a very close group who spent a lot of time together. Here I felt needed and found the unusual twilight world I lived in sometimes exciting, sometimes frightening. Strangely, my Christianity followed me round in spite of trying to shed it. I remember a girlfriend throwing my Bible down the stairs in a rage. I found that Bible years later, in two pieces with no back. I re-backed it and have it still!

Later the group started to expand and lost the closeness it once had. At that time I met another woman and instantly fell in love. She was a married woman encouraged by her husband to work her gayness out of her system. A decision that was to backfire badly on him. It was the middle of the liberated 70's. So started a love affair that was to lead me back to the Lord.