In a purely light-hearted way Nancy and
Clara used to argue about which of them was more gay. “I am” Nancy would say.
“No I am” Clara would say. After a play fight got out of hand in a tea shop in
Whitley Bay, Nancy and Clara paid for the broken teapot and reluctantly agreed
that all lesbians were gay, but some were more so than others. More importantly,
they would now have to find a new favourite teashop to while away the day; one
that would welcome all manner of couples, however straight or gay.
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