Rosie Jones: I didn't come out because I didn't think I was worthy of love

Ionly have a really big cry once a year, but somehow, it always ends up being in the most public place.

2024’s Annual Big Cry was at the front of King’s Cross station, next to the market stall that sells artisan bread. I wasn’t even there to catch a train. I was in between meetings and Ash (my friend slash colleague slash right-hand person slash partner-in-crime) made the grave mistake of asking me how I was.

I was not good. Right before the last meeting, I’d glanced down at my phone and read the beginning of a message from Fran (not her real name, obviously – or is it…). I’d met Fran five weeks ago at a creative event and we’d connected straight away, in a, “are we friends? Are we more? Do we just admire each other’s creative works?” way I always feel when I meet a fellow queer creative