I remember my dear friend, the woman who taught me about yoruba and africa disappearing for days, especially after the one time when she hid in her basement under a pile of dirty clothes, and was miraculously not seen by the mormon fbi agents who kicked in her door and asked her lover if she knew her whereabouts.… Keep on reading
The bookstore was dividing more and more into factions. I was the last of the straight women. Most of them had been run out of there by the lesbian separatists, who wanted no straight women in the collective. I stayed because I wanted to work with my sister, and I loved her lover as one loves one’s in laws.… Keep on reading
In the mid-late 1970’s, I worked as part of a woman’s collective that was called “Woman to Woman Bookcenter” on lower Colfax Ave, in Denver Colorado. Ours was a multi racial multi class group. We ran a woman’s referral hotline. We called ourselves “feminists”.
In late 1980, just after the reagan lanslide, the various services that our collective’s rolodex offered/referred to the needy, were “unfunded” by the reagonites, who’s sole purpose was to begin the dismantling of the middle class.… Keep on reading