I’m not sure why, but lately I have been obsessing over finding a snappy label for the particular subculture of dykes that I joined when I came out. If I’d been born in another era, I could have been a monocle-wearing mannish lesbian in 1920s Paris, or a high femme with a hard-living butch lover in 1950s America. Or even a radical lesbian separatist clearing land for a commune in the 1970s. But instead, I came out in 1993 in Vancouver. Nothing against the time or the place or the people–it’s just that I find it hard to describe my particular scene in a few potent words.
2 thoughts on “In Search of a Snappy Label, Xtra West #358, May 10, 2007”
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Hi Sarah,
I love your writing. Your voice is incredibly strong, but steers clear of brash. It sounds trite, but “honest” is one of the first words that comes to mind. You can rant in one sentence, then be vulnerable in the next. Dark one moment, light the next, often both tinged with humour. I take heart from it.
thank you so much, kiley!