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The Persistent Desire by Joan Nestle5/22/2023 And still I was told by my "sisters" that I didn't "look like a dyke" (read: I didn't look butch). Soon I was outfitted in farmer jeans and high tops. Although I came out as a "gay" woman before reading The Feminine Mystique, the seventies brand of white feminism had me trimming my nails and cutting off my hair. And, to my horror, I have to admit pushing Tina away from my breasts in the back seat of a Buick while attending Mount Saint Mary Seminary.Īnd then there was feminism. I found Girl Scout camp to be femme heaven and reveled in being able to explore my athletic self and still maintain my femmeness. "Yes, it's true: I was the type of young femme who managed the girls basketball team in high school, just to be able to take in the sight of all those butches parading their muscles up and down the court.
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