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The River Diaries
Friday, October 27, 2000
How you light up my days! You have been whirling through Europe. I love the word Balcanitas. And there you were taking on the swirl of feelings that talking about complex lesbian desire and its relationship to gender always seems to generate. I am in your pocket those moments. We will talk more about this all sometime but the wonder of it all is the variety of sexual joy a good underpinning for all the battles against violence against women. My latest thought is that I am a fem who stands for entry I want to be entered by ideas, by longings, by convictions, by lovers hands: I want my rooms filled with the thrust of justice seekers, poets, artists, performers, woman wanderers and builders. I sit with my legs spread for this communal access.
Now before you think I have gone over the fem edge, I will tell you what brought all this up. A lesbian writer friend of mine, Lisa Davis (who has a wonderful novel coming out very soon entitled Under the Mink) and I hosted a book party for Donna Allegra and her new collection of stories, Witness to the League of Blond HipHop Dancers, I will give you her book at my apartment, the old home of the archives, and over a hundred people came mostly lesbians but Donnas family and some male friends and some children also many many women, black and white, old and young, pouring out into the hall. My apartment from here on known as 13A was so happy. She was filled from wall to wall, touched by bodies and minds on every surface. Women made announcements about their work Julie, the independent film maker asking us to spread the word about her film Live Nude Girls Unite! ( a wonderful moving and important work), a woman who asked for others interested in forming a lesbian writers group, political calls for action to protest Israels policies in the Middle East, other books on the way women calling out their creations, on and on. At the end of the night, I was exhausted but longed for one thing to dance a slow dance in the arms of Maryanne, a wonderfully large strong woman, and so when there were only a few women left and the apartment was quieting down, I reached out for her. She held me, wiped the sweat from my brow, my fingers automatically finding the loops of her waistband and against her, I rested. Later when Di called, I told her of all the wonders, including how desire had ended the night and most wonderful of wonders, she understood it all.
Welcome home, dear Lepa.