Right now, many female activists in their forties, fifties, sixties, seventies, and eighties are gazing thoughtfully into the glowing embers of lesbian culture. For us, this is still an active campfire where we gather and warm ourselves; one which, we hope, will not fade away into forgotten ash, but instead retain hot coals to stoke new fires. Such images of heat and spark have always served to symbolize shifts in leadership; think of that other fire-based metaphor, the passing of the torch - presumably, to a next generation. What does it mean if that next generation is disdainful of the torch, welcomes its dousing, or lacks the data or the will to learn how it was lit and carried forward in the first place?
This was deadass me yesterday when I was at red robin, like my sister said I was passing pretty well but when I was walking into the bathroom I felt scared like with all public restrooms even though I live in Washington, but thankfully the only other people there was a father and his 1 year old daughter so it was all good -🌵
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