Last week I was in the car with my partner. We were visiting her mother’s grave. At some traffic lights I leant over to give her a reassuring kiss. I looked up to multiple faces gawping at me; twisted between sneering and disgust.
I’d like to say this is rare but it’s not. I’m never sure if people are affronted because we’re queer, because we're people of colour, or because we're queer couple of colour.
Each part of my identity is bound up together. But intersectionality isn’t only about race and sexuality; people might be marginalised from our community for other reasons. They might not have a disposable income to meet us in coffee shops, there might be barriers to them accessing venues, or there might be elitist language in online spaces, preventing people getting involved in conversations.
