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COOKIES & PRIVACY POLICY

The Rubbish Lesbian is... unsure about public displays of affection

Engaging in public displays of affection with my girlfriend is going to take a bit of getting used to - like the time I switched to Soy milk.

Sarah Westwood

Fri, 11 Nov 2011 09:20:01 GMT | Updated 1 years today

My issue with the PDA is that it's just so…public. I'm not even talking about extreme 'get-a-room' exhibitionism, but just a little hand holding, or kissing. I watch with envy the ease with which other lesbian couples hold hands around Wholefoods, but when public push comes to shove I seize up.

When I'm with my girlfriend in public I feel as if every little gesture is amplified and sexualized. Even the most insignificant exchange feels like a huge declaration of homosexuality. A quick kiss, the removal of an errant eyelash, or even the ubiquitous hand squeeze all feel a bit shouty.

When my girlfriend attempts a sortie on my person in public I find ways to distract her. I'll spark up a new conversation, point at something, or make a bathroom run. I can turn a romantic meal into a West End farce (sadly minus the French maid's outfit).

But the truth is that all this distraction is becoming exhausting.

This weekend as we walked home from the pub arms swinging back and forth I knew that my girlfriend was preparing to catch hold of my hand. Just. One. More. Swing. Sure enough as our hands came close she made the grab. She got me!

Once I'd made the leap I actually began to enjoy it. It was quite liberating. I was a natural. What had I been worrying about? No one cares that we are two girls holding hands. No one is even looking. This is great.

I was just getting the hang of a little public affection, when I spotted an obstacle; a group of blokes drinking on the pavement outside a pub. They were directly in our path. We'd have to walk right through the middle of them to get home. This was a whole new level. My hand tensed. I wanted to let go, but my girlfriend held on tight.

I put my head down, took a deep breath, and braced myself for the comments I felt sure would come. But there were no comments. The gentlemen parted and allowed us through with no comment.

I was elated. Wow all this time I'd been so anxious and people really don't care that we're lesbians.

At that moment I overheard one of the blokes say wistfully, "Ah isn't that lovely. Can you imagine blokes doing that? Girls are so much better at showing each other affection."

Oh brother.

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