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the Amazon trail  // Posts tagged as "the Amazon trail"

17 Sep Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

Carol Seajay, Lesbian Literary Legend

Carol Seajay, Lesbian Literary Legend

Dear Carol: It’s been so long! Of all my old friends, you are one I think of most. I am reminded of you: you will appear at the Lesbian Oral Herstory Project symposium this year, Celebrating Our Lesbian Legacies October 10-13, 2013, in Houston Texas. I’ll be on the East Coast those days, officiating, to […]

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18 Jun Posted by in • Lee Lynch | 1 comment

It’s Here: My 50th High School Reunion

It’s Here: My 50th High School Reunion

Fifty years was an unimaginable amount of time when I was 17 and now, like a thunderbolt, that long stretch of life is behind me. My best friend from high school is going to the reunion with her halo of wild dark hair gone white – like mine. What will she see? Trim athletes now […]

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14 Nov Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

Happy Dance

Happy Dance

Okay, so there are a few who stare mutely at my Bo Obama button, mouths open, like they still can’t believe they lost to us commie hippie queer vile and disgusting President Obama-supporters, but that’s what watching FOX TV can do to people. The station is a teleprompter for viewers, scrolling non-stop scripts detailing what […]

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13 Aug Posted by in • Lee Lynch | 3 comments

What’s in a Butch’s Pockets?

What’s in a Butch’s Pockets?

Is it just me, or do all butches, soft or otherwise, carry alotta stuff in their pockets? My sweetheart has chronically empty pockets. I don’t understand how anyone can live that way. I guess I’m one of many dykes who took our Girl Scout motto to heart: I’m always prepared. Here’s today’s (and every day’s) […]

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20 Jul Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

What Gays Do…On Vacation

What Gays Do…On Vacation

I love my uber-friendly dentist’s office. They are totally moderne and pain-free in every way. The doctor loads up his iPod with cool tunes and docks it in his sound system. He could have a show on a west coast public radio station with his eclectic mix of rock, folk, blues and jazz. The receptionist/scheduler […]

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13 Jun Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

Dyke Caves

Dyke Caves

My anger had nowhere to go. It was huge.  The headline that enraged me? “50 chief executives in finance saw their pay rise by an average of 20.4 percent.” Huh? I scurried back into my dyke cave and plunged my brain into fiction. I really dislike the term man cave. It creeps me out with […]

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13 Mar Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

The Gift of Being Out

The Gift of Being Out

I always fear bad consequences when I come out to other people. How will they react, will there be more pain than gain for them, for me? Coming out may be easier for some in 2012 than it was fifty years, twenty years, a dozen years ago, but for most it’s still tough. I’m thinking […]

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23 Jan Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

Sexual Language

Sexual Language

I didn’t like living with my father growing up and can’t imagine sharing a home with someone so essentially different from myself as an adult. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with guys, and I feel much more akin to gay male friends than to non-gay male friends. We’re just not compatible. The energy, for […]

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14 Nov Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

Crying for Barbara Grier

Crying for Barbara Grier

She could raise you like a glorious garden. She could plough you under with the sharp tines of her raking words. She could see the promise of what you could yield or trample eager green first growth. Called a force of nature, she was more than that: she was the force itself and we were […]

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08 Oct Posted by in • Lee Lynch | Comments Off

Scared Little Dyke Writer

Scared Little Dyke Writer

Now that I’ve been around for a while, new writers sometimes tell me how terrified they are of reading in public. All I have to offer them is enormous, sincere sympathy and the story of how I started my public life as a writer. No one warns us that we can’t hermit in our garrets […]

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