Editor’s note: I am thrilled to have feminist icons Margie Adam and Jewelle Gomez on Epochalips. These two have influenced our generation by paving the way as feminists and out lesbians in the early days to continuing to share their gifts with the world today. The following is the first of several excerpts from their […]
Here in Florida, our daffodils are coming up. No blooms yet, but I have high hopes we’ll have a chorus line of yellow dancing in the breeze come Valentine’s Day. Back in the big bad 1970s, Valentine’s Day was not so popular in my lesbian-feminist crowd. It was another capitalist ploy to get us to […]
She could raise you like a glorious garden. She could plough you under with the sharp tines of her raking words. She could see the promise of what you could yield or trample eager green first growth. Called a force of nature, she was more than that: she was the force itself and we were […]
Barbara Grier (left, shown with partner Donna McBride) passed away November 10 at the age of 79…young from my perspective, but obviously an elder in the world of lesbians and of publishing. Her history will be written in essays and PhD theses still to come, but a glimpse reveals: she was one of the editors […]
Phyllis Lyon and The Temperamentals New Conservatory Theatre, which was the saintly producer of my play, Waiting for Giovanni, has an intriguing new play coming up on November 4th. The Temperamentals is an award-winning new play about Harry Hay his love affair with avant garde fashion designer, Rudi Gernreich and their founding of the first […]
Now that I’ve been around for a while, new writers sometimes tell me how terrified they are of reading in public. All I have to offer them is enormous, sincere sympathy and the story of how I started my public life as a writer. No one warns us that we can’t hermit in our garrets […]
I don’t know about butch guys, but butch women are a mass of incongruities. I used to know a butch who drove cement trucks for a living and was a minister in her free time. You don’t just drive a cement truck, you’re out there with the boys using your rake and shovel. You don’t […]
It all started when I wouldn’t get up on Sunday mornings to go to church. I was an energetic, nervous baby dyke, and I simply could not sit still that long with nothing to engage me. And the old guy up front was talking Latin, for pete’s sake. So, over some of my most formative […]
Hang on, it's going to be a wild ride!
Robin
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