I was a mess, sat in front of the toilet bowl, dry retchingby now, a mucus, dry tear stained mess. It had been like a dream, worse an out of body experience but one I had driven myself to do. It had started with that bloody article in the magazine, “a third of all heterosexual women have lesbian fantasies” went the tag line and me with my second glass of wine and too much time on my hands couldn’t believe such stupidity....