As a good library should, a few of the books I handled were sure to offend me, but I passed them right on; they belong in the library too. Our tiny library collection was actually dwarfed in the new space. Hmmm, maybe they’ll have room for more lesbian fiction titles, then!
Just because I have the passionate commitment about writing to put a story on the page doesn’t mean I have a right to the passionate commitment of others, let alone their money and time. I have to earn it and work to keep it.
In a well-crafted novel, every character and every scene has to serve the master players: plot, theme or setting. Best if they serve more than one.
Thing is, if I’m going to pay $15 for a book, or $55 for (heavily discounted back of the house) seats for a Vegas show that runs $180 for front row, I expect the creators to have put in more work than a marketing campaign.
Five days to the new year and today felt like New Year’s Day anyway. Fresh air, fresh start, fresh optimism. For me, it’s already 2009.
It would be nice if there was any recognition from straight America that they know how we feel to have had equality dangled in front of us, only to be taken away via Proposition 8 by our enemies – and our allies.
So today, all over, there’s a different hope for many gay people. The same basic question about relationships exists for us.
I don’t know why, but it pleases me that the real thing, when it finally happened, was efficient and streamlined and we were, in every aspect, treated just like everyone else.
That’s the point of civil rights, to me.