Queer classics revisitedposted on 30 Jun 2020
Istarted reading about queer women long before I admitted I was one, to myself, my family or the girl I was secretly snogging at sleepovers. It’s funny how sometimes we can’t see what’s right under our nose, even if it’s literally french kissing us inside a sleeping bag. I was always magnetically drawn towards sapphic stories, eagerly devouring descriptions of same-sex longing with the ravenous appetite of… well, me, I’m pretty greedy. What with the books issue and the upcoming DIVA Literary Festival as my perfect excuse, I decided to revisit a few of my most treasured reads and take a trip down mammary lane.