You Can't Live And Write

I’m Glad Mainstream Culture Is Starting To Catch Up To Where Lesbian-feminism Was 30 Years Ago.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

It Was A Vicious Cycle, Though. The More Gratification We Found In Our Own Geniuses, The More Isolated We Grew.

I Grew To Resent The Way My Father Treated His Furniture Like Children, And His Children Like Furniture.

The Secret Subversive Goal Of My Work Is To Show That Women, Not Just Lesbians, Are Regular Human Beings.