Ali and all that I miss so much

3/12/2015

I miss being surrounded by dykes. Surrounded and part of a tribe, experiencing a sense of belonging. Last night I captured that for a brief amount of time and I was so charged by it, I could not sleep when I got home. Accomplished a bunch of stuff I had been avoiding. Felt inspired.

Yesterday Dalton told me she has always hoped I would write a book about my life. I have always wanted to do that. But I stop myself after the dreaming. I imagine it, see it and hope that others can know they are not alone.

I remember my first trip to lesbian archives in Brooklyn and how rummaging through boxes and finding myself in the faces and lives of others and how it elevated me, moved me, inspired me. Thank you Joan Nestle.

Ali Liebegott spoke last night at EMU and it was such a kick for me to be with her. I love her. She said I moved to San Francisco to be a dyke and a writer. She did what I always dreamed of. Instead I stayed put where I was planted and embraced my own dyke community and created HAG. I miss it.