I want to tell you about my friend Jane. She is a working class cockney from the East End of London. She had 5 kids. I met Jane, in the early 1990s, at a university lesbian group, when she was in her late 40s. After years of her husband raping her every night and physically abusing her, she escaped to a women’s refuge. The refuge was run by radical lesbian feminists and, slowly, over time, her consciousness was raised and she realised there was an alternative to daily abuse from a man. She’d never considered the possibility that she could choose to be a lesbian. In the refuge, she chatted with radical lesbian feminists and developed a feminist understanding of her life. She came out, she went to university to get a career-based degree. She is a political activist and in a long-term relationship with a woman. She never looked…

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