18 Quotes Tagged: lesbian

H is for Hardware store: I'd rather go to the hardware store than the opera. And I like the opera.

The game never changes, you must be in the secret before you are shown to the public.

Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is love — shall intercede for us!

I went into a lather of misery watching them, and thinking of you, and how in the end you'll all be locked together, like the poor beasts that get their antlers mixed and are found dead that way, their heads fattened with a knowledge of each other that they never wanted, having had to contemplate each other, head-on, eye to eye, until death; well, that will be you and Jenny and Robin.

People don’t just happen, We sacrifice former versions of ourselves. We sacrifice the people who dared to raise us. The ‘I’ it seems doesn’t exist until we are able to say, ‘I am no longer yours.

Je me regarde sans honte : on n’a jamais blâmé les albinos d’avoir les yeux roses et les cheveux blanchâtres, pourquoi m’en voudrait-on d’être lesbienne? C’est une affaire de nature : mon étrangeté n’est pas un vice, n’est pas “voulue” et ne nuit à personne.

My transformation, thanks in part to Adrienne Rich, was easier than hers had been.

I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.

Oh great, you too. So now I wear this label 'Queer' emblazoned across my chest. Or I could always carve a scarlet 'L' on my forehead. Why does everyone have to put you in a box and nail the lid on it? I don't know what I am — polymorphous and perverse. Shit. I don't even know if I'm white. I'm me. That's all I am and all I want to be. Do I have to be something?

To own a Susan of my own
Is of itself a Bliss — Whatever realm I forfeit, Lord,
Continue me in this!

The single best thing about coming out of the closet is that nobody can insult you by telling you what you've just told them.

The only queer people are those who don't love anybody.

Mary Levine calls you a dyke
and you don't have the words to tell her she's wrong

and right. You just show up to her house
promising to paint your fingernails red

with what will gush from her busted face
if she ever says it again.

"I was adrift on the high seas, but my course was becoming clear. It lay between the scylla of my peers and the swirling, sucking charybdis of my family. Veering toward scylla seemed much the safer route, and after navigating the passage, I soon washed up, a bit stunned, on a new shore. Like Odysseus on the island of the cyclops, I found myself facing a "being of colossal strength and ferocity, to whom the law of man and god meant nothing." In true heroic fashion, I moved toward the thing I feared. Yet while Odysseus schemed desperately to escape Polyphemus's cave, I found that I was quite content to stay here forever."

When she lowers her eyes she seems to hold all the beauty in the world between her eyelids; when she raises them I see only myself in her gaze.