Tempus fugheddaboudit
Time flies.
Flies in amber.
Reminds me of work.
No more poetry today.
Ok, so I recently re-read The Well of Loneliness, by that stalwart and miserable lesbian icon Radclyffe Hall. (for actual research purposes, I swear) I read it in college, in my early and miserable dyke years. It was in the How To Be A Lesbian handbook, I had to read it. Right after I refered to myself as a Lesbian-Feminist. I did this exactly once, in conversation with another English student, to see how it would sound.
The 70's are over.
No already tortured queer person should read that particular tome in their formative years. Trust me on this- wait a while, go get a few broken hearts, learn to have a little happiness in the world in the 21st century, then go read it.
I assumed that with time and experience I could go back and chuckle, knowingly, about how bloody depressing it was. How many things have changed!
Ok, second Well of Loneliness rule- don't read it in the winter.
I'm about to drink brandy and wander the moors.
Only I don't drink, and it is too bloody cold out to go wandering anywhere.
Dear God, Stephen! Stop being such an uptight ass and just keep your damn woman. There is no nobility, no honor, in driving away someone you love 'for their own good'. Meaning, so they will start riding the flesh pony, and get societal approval. Please, brother. Please.
In Radclyffe's generation, we plead for our right to exist.
Activism in the 90's- We're Here, We're Queer, Get Used To It!
2000's We're here, we're normal and we'd like some civil rights now, please.
next? We're not here right now, we're taking the kids to soccer practice, then Grandma's, then ballet. We'll get back to you.
Flies in amber.
Reminds me of work.
No more poetry today.
Ok, so I recently re-read The Well of Loneliness, by that stalwart and miserable lesbian icon Radclyffe Hall. (for actual research purposes, I swear) I read it in college, in my early and miserable dyke years. It was in the How To Be A Lesbian handbook, I had to read it. Right after I refered to myself as a Lesbian-Feminist. I did this exactly once, in conversation with another English student, to see how it would sound.
The 70's are over.
No already tortured queer person should read that particular tome in their formative years. Trust me on this- wait a while, go get a few broken hearts, learn to have a little happiness in the world in the 21st century, then go read it.
I assumed that with time and experience I could go back and chuckle, knowingly, about how bloody depressing it was. How many things have changed!
Ok, second Well of Loneliness rule- don't read it in the winter.
I'm about to drink brandy and wander the moors.
Only I don't drink, and it is too bloody cold out to go wandering anywhere.
Dear God, Stephen! Stop being such an uptight ass and just keep your damn woman. There is no nobility, no honor, in driving away someone you love 'for their own good'. Meaning, so they will start riding the flesh pony, and get societal approval. Please, brother. Please.
In Radclyffe's generation, we plead for our right to exist.
Activism in the 90's- We're Here, We're Queer, Get Used To It!
2000's We're here, we're normal and we'd like some civil rights now, please.
next? We're not here right now, we're taking the kids to soccer practice, then Grandma's, then ballet. We'll get back to you.
posted by S. Alexander at 8:14 AM
1 Comments:
Very nice to see you posting again! I'd love to hear more such reviews, and synopses of your book tour and such....
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