What the "I-wish-he-was-my-boyfriend" 20 years my senior, alcoholic, eye-opening, life changing, insufferable, insane, fanatically honest, painter, writer and drinking buddy said to me in 1980. And who, in his generous way, invited me to understand I was not a disco barfly girl, but in fact someone who sought to express a perception of the nature I saw around me.
Marching to the Beat of Their Own Drum: History of the New York City Dyke
March
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Each year, thousands of self-identified lesbians take to the streets of New
York City for the annual Dyke March, where participants march from Bryant
Par...
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2 comments:
Some folks are just born to be "eye openers".
You have a way with words, mybabyjohn!!!
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