The sanctity of the female changing room

... Because I am coming to believe that nowhere on this planet can a more naturally compassionate and intuitively kind space be found, where, hidden from the male gaze, women are freed.

It’s January and I’m back at the gym.

Which means I’m back in the ladies changing room. It isn’t a fancy gym, it’s part of the local leisure centre, so the changing rooms are also for everyone coming to the local swimming pool.

I’m lucky  because it’s a brand new venue;  the showers and  saunas are all spanking clean. The hairdryers work and the toilets h…