Raise your glasses in honour of Audre Lorde, 1934-1992 who described herself as black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet. One of the women who taught me it was ok to be angry, in fact, more than ok, essential.
My sexuality is part and parcel of who I am, and my poetry comes from the intersection of me and my worlds
Audre had two longterm female partners, Frances Clayton and then Gloria Joseph.
Revolution is not a onetime event.
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We’ve been taught that silence would save us, but it won’t.
I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.
That last quotation could stand for where I’m coming from with this party idea – no, not all these women actually slept with other women, (and believe me, there is such a thing as a woman who does identify as a lesbian who has never slept with another woman, so why not?) but they have a world view, or a mindset, or a sensibility… that makes me want to include them.