Just left the Pulp-a-thon fundraiser for the Lesbian Herstory Archives' endowment fund - fantastically fun, creative afternoon. I met some intelligent, engaging women, read some terrifically funny stories (illegal lesbian pulp romances from the 1950s -edgy and original for their time no matter how cringe-inducing they are now), made some all-dyke plans over the next few weeks, culminating in Pride week. Have contacts for Relay Over the Rainbow, even.
But the post-introduction, pre-conversation question asked of me was almost universally, "are you a lesbian?" followed by, "oh good - you pass, so I wanted to check." Considering the salaciousness of the commentary, I understand the desire to a) not offend and b) not embarrass oneself. But really, now, I wouldn't mind a big fat FAIL at passing.
First published at TheNines
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