By the time I reached the end of this reclamation poem, I chortled.
You might say the word lesbian with a shudder, like there are cooties crawling up your back porch.
You might say the word lesbian like you’re reading it out of a science textbook.
You might whisper the word lesbian because it’s naughty.
[…]
You might say the word lesbian like you’re keeping dyke for your friends.
You might say the word lesbian like salt-water taffy.
You might say the world lesbian with shudder and say let’s do it again, sweet pea.
Susan Holbrook. “Shudder” in Misled.
And so for day 1745
23.09.2011