You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.
Junot Diaz (via eunoira)
Tired of dicks and hairy asses? Drop your boys, pick up your lasses Toast to those who boast of mixing milk and cookies with a little nookie Smith, they like ‘em butch and thirty We prefer them down and dirty Pick a chick and kick your roommate out tonight The clothes are on the bedroom floor I’d rather be a dyke once more We’re here, bring on the queer Here’s a toast to old MHC! Let’s play.
excerpts from my zine for my Hampshire class final that I only partially finished
Anyway, it was going to be about influential lesbians/uncommon women I met last semester, the insightful messages I got from them, what their words and presence meant to me, and then tie that back to queer culture in the Valley.