I planned to open by asking how old you were, but was afraid I'd get the standard 'never ask a lady her age' reply.
I don't think a quick glance at me can reveal my age.
Indeed, when I look at you, "senior' isn't the first word that comes to mind.
And yet, I'm sixty-four years old, retired, and finally have time to focus on myself.
So, let's do just that and focus on you. Where are you from?
My family roots are tangled, but my parents met in Wrocław, fell madly in love, and got married only a few weeks later. You're now looking at the result of that union. I was born near Wrocław, which is where my mum's sister used to live. That's where I grew up and attended an amazing primary school. After I graduated, we moved to Poznań, where I enrolled in a secondary school and then university. One of my best teenage experiences was Pro Sinfonica, which operates to this day as part of the Poznań Philharmonic. I used to go there with a friend who, interestingly enough, told me years later that I was the only reason she chose to attend.
Anything besides music?
To be honest, I was mostly obsessed with my studies. Apart from that, it was just music, girl scouts, and Christian charismatic renewal movements.
So, a model, God-fearing student.
Yes, with a deep devotion to God instilled in me at home.
What was your family home like?
I suppose that today one would describe it as borderline abusive, though I didn't realise that at the time. I don't have fond memories of it-my father was an alcoholic, often aggressive, and my mum and I would often flee to escape from him.
Any queer life?
Queer culture was underground in the mid-70s and I had no idea it even existed.
Which letter in our LGBTQ+ rainbow are you?
I can't even answer that for myself. I'm still in the process of self-identification. That doesn't mean I hadn't, so to speak, grappled with the matter. I've always felt I was different in some way. I remember when, on coming back from a countryside holiday at my grandparents', where I joined my female cousins, I announced to my mum that when I grew up, I'd marry one of them.
What did your mum say?
She let it slide at the time, but when I raised it again sometime later, she told me it wasn't normal and that we needed to see a doctor. I must have been about five then, so when I heard about that doctor, I decided I would never raise that with mum again. That didn't mean I stopped thinking that way, though. But the fear that it was unhealthy, abnormal, was so strong that I never brought it up again-though, of course, I still felt I was different.
Was the Church oppressive in all this, or was it your refuge?
I didn't see the Church as oppressive then. Quite the opposite, I believed in its mystical power. having bought into the popular narrative, I thought there was something wrong with me. I assumed that a convent was my best option, not even as a way to escape the world, because I was genuinely into religion. I prayed to God to "heal" me.
Did you cross the convent threshold?
Nope, but the story gets way more dramatic, like something straight out of a movie. Under social pressure, I found myself a boyfriend at university, and after nearly three years together, we decided to get married. I was twenty-one at the time. But then, during an off-campus placement at a Toruń poultry plant, while studying food technology at the Poznań University of Agriculture, I met a girl I really liked. Meeting her was unlike anything I had ever experienced with a man, including my fiancé.
Jesus Christ, and then what?
I went straight to church, grabbed a nun by the altar, and confided in her. I was in this utterly bizarre state of mind, completely confused about what was happening to me. I didn't even know something like that was possible. Sheer madness.
How did it end?
I called off the wedding, even though the invitations had already been sent out, and, following the nun's advice, decided to go to a convent near Przemyśl where I planned to take some time to sort it all out.
And your fiancé?
I didn't tell him about the girl. I just said that I had experienced something that completely threw me off the path we had chosen together and that I needed time to figure things out. I told him the best place to do that would be in a convent. To be honest, he surprised me by taking it in stride, or at least that's how it seemed to me. I felt like we were both trying to live up to society's expectations rather than our own.
Did you ever make it to the convent?
I never got the chance because at the crack of dawn on the following day, while we were all sound asleep in the Toruń dormitory, a loud banging on the door jolted us awake. It was my parents. They had taken a taxi from Poznań to drag me back home and put me under house arrest. They told me they wouldn't let me out of their sight until I changed my mind about the wedding.
So, your fiancé wasn't as understanding as you thought he was, he went straight to your parents, and together they staged the whole intervention?
Exactly. And you know, when I tell this story to my friends or to you now, I can hardly believe that I have actually lived through it and that I was so naïve. Anyway, in the end, under enormous pressure from my whole family, I agreed to the wedding on the condition that I would first finish my internship. So, I went back to Toruń, spent a few wonderful days with the girl, returned to Poznań, and got married. In the cathedral, no less.
That must have been such a traumatic day for you.
I remember that after taking my marriage vows at the altar, I turned around, looked at my entire family, and saw an immense relief on their faces. And I thought to myself: Alicja, what have you done?
You pleased everyone except yourself.
And I didn't stop trying to keep pleasing everyone. I worked really hard on being a good wife. We even joined a family ministry group, and after five years, in 1986, our daughter was born.
Were you ever happy in that marriage?
I don't know. I definitely wanted to do my best with the choice I had made. I think we had some good moments, but I don't think there was ever real trust between us, we were never friends. I'd say our marriage was more like a contract, with some good moments along the way.
Did the Church help you with that?
I believed it did. I had no other choice. That lasted throughout the entire 1980s.
Were you in Poznań the whole time?
I was there until the 1990s, when we moved to Germany. My husband got a scholarship there while my whole world was turned upside down. We lived on campus, and I met a woman with whom, this time, I decided to go all in. And in fact, she felt the same way. We were both married to men but completely lost ourselves in each other. I threw myself into it without looking back until I got burnt. Because it turned out she believed in open relationships and was also seeing another woman. That really hurt me. I didn't know nor understood that world. And at the time, though I'm ashamed to admit it now, I thought to myself: This is what same-sex love must be like-fleeting and doomed to fail. Which aligned with what I had always been told growing up-that relationships like this are a one-way ticket to pain.
How did that story end?
After three years, we moved back to Poznań and tried to continue living together. But then I met another woman. And that sealed the deal-our marriage was done. I wanted a divorce-and, importantly, my daughter, who was thirteen at the time, supported me in that choice. That must have been around the year 2000.
Did she know why you were getting divorced?
Yes, I told her myself. She was very supportive. I even remember her saying once, "If I hadn't pushed you, you'd never have left him." She may well have been right.
How was life without your husband?
Not easy at first, because I let him keep the house we had built together. That was punishment for my "sin." My daughter and I moved into a tiny studio flat, and I had to start all over again in my forties. But we pulled through.
Were you in a relationship with a woman at that time?
I was, with the one who was ultimately the reason for my divorce. Our relationship lasted a few years, until I left for work in Hamburg in 2007. I lived there for almost a decade and came back to Poznań in 2016.
By then, Poznań had become a completely different city.
I hardly noticed, being fully removed from it all. It wasn't until I retired, my mother passed away, and my daughter became more independent, and we each went our own way, that I started working on myself. And that work is still ongoing.
Was joining the Rainbow Seniors group run by Stonewall part of that?
I'm open-minded and always searching. I remember attending a meeting at Stonewall back when it was still in the Jeżyce district. Needless to say, no one was even close to my age. That didn't bother me much, but naturally, we all tend to look for peers. It was actually my daughter who told me about the seniors' group. "Why don't you check it out?" she suggested. And I did.
How do you feel among them?
Despite its small size, the group energises me hugely. For the first time in my life in Poland, I feel I can be myself. We have also visited the Rainbow Seniors group in Wrocław. I hope-and truly believe-that more groups like this crop up, especially in Poznań. There are so many older LGBTQ+ people who live secluded lives and never make it to clubs or parades.
Have you ever attended the Equality Parade?
I'm planning to this year for the first time. It has taken me a while because-as you've probably noticed-I do everything at my own pace, and it's hardly a reckless one.
Are you single now?
There are three of us now, me, my dog, and my cat, living in a little house outside Poznań. But I'm not ruling out the possibility that someone might come into my life again one day. I'm ready to roll with whatever life throws my way. I am forever on a journey, striving to self-improve. I can finally tell the little Alicja in me that I love her and that there's nothing to be afraid of anymore. Of course, I didn't get here on my own. I've come across many wonderful people along the way, and I've removed the Church from my life, because I consider it abusive. I'd rather hug trees and enjoy life these days. And you know what? I owe it to both of us to finally be unapologetically honest and to say, for the first time in my life: Yes, I am a lesbian.