Dyke Bar* History: 1920s-1930s #3 Le Monocle, Paris, 1932



Dyke Bar* History: Le Monocle, Paris, 1932

Jack Jen Gieseking with Michaela Hayes, Mel Whitesell, Paige LeMay, Syd Guntharp, and Sarah Parsons

To complement the launch of the Our Dyke Histories podcast, hosted by Jack Gieseking and co-produced in collaboration with Sinister Wisdom, we’re sharing a reading guide for the decades. For the first season, Our Dyke Histories is spotlighting dyke bars*: lesbian bars, queer parties,  and trans hangouts; the structures that made them necessary, the lives they made possible, and the worlds we built from them.



Georges Brassaï’s 1932 photographs of Parisian lesbian club Le Monocle are some of the most enduring images of early 20th century queer nightlife. The monocle itself—worn by masculine women in Paris and in normative-bending circles across Europe—is a specific queer visual code, a marker of gender presentation and affiliation. In other words, the monocle is the early 20th-century Parisian equivalent of the 2000s' carabiner.

The images offer a dense visual archive: Lulu de Montparnasse, the club’s owner, in tailored menswear; patrons whose postures and gazes index intimacy, ease, and self-fashioned gender; the juxtaposition of elegance and risk that characterized interwar lesbian nightlife. The most reproduced image depicts the butch athlete Violette Morris and her partner.

Morris’s life, both extraordinary and troubling: she was an Olympic-level athlete with over 50(!) medals, gender nonconformist who had a double mastectomy because she said it was thus easier to drive her racecar, and, tragically and violently, a collaborator with the Nazi regime. Morris’ life speaks to the complexity of queer history, and how we complicate and must confront the fascism of today.

Viewing the Le Monocle photographs nearly a century after they were taken, we’re struck by the similarities between patrons of Le Monocle and modern dykes. Many of us still dress to the nines to stare pensively into the distance. These photographs resonate not because they romanticize the past, but because they show a lesbian place that is recognizable: a room where dykes and trans people gather to see and be seen, to craft gendered and erotic worlds with one another.

Notably, Le Monocle lasted on for decades, a rare accomplishment for a lesbian bar. It was also a hub for sex workers and a place where working-class dykes gathered.

Paris rang all strata to its urban enclaves, like a clear bell of where to find home. Paris was brimming with wealthy lesbianism the likes of Natalie Barney’s salons, Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas’ walkabouts and rideabouts, and many other many dykes. If you want to dive deeper into the historical muff of a century of lesbian Paris, we heartily recommend Tamara Chaplin’s thick and detailed Paris Becoming Lesbian: A Queer History of Modern France. And if you just want to know about the wealthy, or you too are obsessed with the birth of modernism, Diana Souhami’s No Modernism Without Lesbians is the perfect beach read.






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Dyke Bar* History: 1920s-1930s #1

A reading guide for the decades.
by Jack Gieseking & the Our Dyke Histories podcast team

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Dyke Bar* History: 1920s-1930s #2 Eve’s Hangout



Dyke Bar* History: Eve’s Hangout, Greenwich Village, 1926

Jack Jen Gieseking with Michaela Hayes, Mel Whitesell, Paige LeMay, Syd Guntharp, and Sarah Parsons

To complement the launch of the Our Dyke Histories podcast, hosted by Jack Gieseking and co-produced in collaboration with Sinister Wisdom, we’re sharing a reading guide for the decades. For the first season, Our Dyke Histories is spotlighting dyke bars*: lesbian bars, queer parties,  and trans hangouts; the structures that made them necessary, the lives they made possible, and the worlds we built from them.


Katz, Jonathan Ned. The Daring Life and Dangerous Times of Eve Adams. Chicago Review Press, 2021.


The famed (and likely apocryphal) story of sign hanging in Greenwich Village that read “Men are admitted but not welcome” has circulated widely. It remains one of our favorite urban legends of queer history, and its imagined presence gestures to something real: Eve’s Hangout was the first recorded, proto-lesbian tea room in 1920s Greenwich Village, in NYC, and in the U.S. Jonathan Ned Katz’s biography offers a deeply researched account of Eve Adams—born Chawa Kotchever in Poland—whose migration, political organizing, book peddling, and self-fashioning illuminate the contours of queer life across transnational and urban geographies.

Katz traces Adams’s trajectory into anarchist circles with Emma Goldman, her self-publication of Lesbian Love (arguably the first lesbian community study in the U.S.), and her creation of a space that gathered artists, poets, theatergoers, and queer women. Eve’s Hangout a social space: a room where non-normative desires, Left politics, and gender variance could coexist. Because she offered a “setup”--the non-alcoholic elements you’d mix with the flask in your pocket–she even survived alcohol. Although, like today, you might have just gone in for the tea. Given the segregation at the time mixed with Eve’s radical politics, these were likely primarily white people, and working-class Leftists at that.

Tragically, J. Edgar Hoover himself deported Goldman, Adams, and so many other important organizers. But this isn’t the end of their adventures–which we shall not spoil here. If there’s anyone who can show us all how to live and keep fighting, it’s Katz on Adams.






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Dyke Bar* History: 1920s-1930s #1

A reading guide for the decades.
by Jack Gieseking & the Our Dyke Histories podcast team




Notes From a Wildly Intense and Sensitive Sapphic #1

About a month ago, in a fit of internal rage and frustration, I quit my job. I was working as a cook in a small tourist city where the manager was a gay white teenage boy with a blaccent, and the head chef was a white Chicano eager to tell me about how he had a “head full of dreads” a few years back. Because, when you’re the only Black person in a professional work space, it’s likely that your coworkers will try to appease you by mimicking Black culture. It’s micro aggressive, dehumanizing, and embarrassing to watch.

Often, I meet white people and get the sense they’ve never had a Black friend before. This sense was deeply affirmed by a 2014 study that discovered “75% of white Americans have entirely white social networks without any minority presence.” This Washington Post article verifies that a huge percentage of white Americans are unfamiliar with relating to, befriending, and creating authentic connections with Black and non-Black people of color.

To be frank, it’s white supremacy. It’s this subconscious disease that pushes white people to center themselves, and other white people, based on a racial construct that has never been real. It was made up to wield power, and disenfranchise BIPOC, and working/poor communities. This imaginary thing, with deadly consequences is passed from generation to generation, like a baton from one white person to the next as they upkeep systems of oppression that harm more than they have ever helped.

I’m caught between absurdities- I want to laugh, or vomit, or both. I’m sure that somewhere out there, a white person is using my name to justify that they “do have Black friends,” “don’t see color,” “have never been racist” meanwhile, ignoring the necessary and daily work it takes to detangle ourselves from colonized actions, mindsets, and ways of being together.

I am a Black person. I am a lesbian. I am an immigrant. And I don’t trust white people, because quite honestly, I haven’t been given any reason to. I don’t have white lovers or white friends. Okay. One. I do have one white friend, who at this point I consider us family.

We were colleagues and activists attending a Building People Power conference. We got along well. I always liked their wild humor, bold fashion, and general friendliness. And, as an introvert, I especially appreciated that they were willing to carry conversations in group spaces- as I took each opportunity to melt away into my body.

The conference was soon ending, so a group of us went out to karaoke. It was a diverse, punk crowd. I was sitting, sipping my drink, when a white woman sauntered up from across the room to touch my hair. My friend jumped out of their seat, immediately confronted this person, and moved between us. This woman started to cry and play the victim, as if she didn’t just cross my physical boundaries. Inwardly, I was rolling my eyes so hard. Outwardly, I de-escalated and sent the racist on her fragile way.

The best part of that night was getting to see my friend’s ethics in motion. It was nice. I’m drawn to passionate people, and I felt a mutual loyalty freshly cementing. Isn’t sapphic friendship healing? The same passion, romance, and understanding we bring to our partners, we can’t help but bring into every other connection we create. We were the only lesbians on the team, and it informed so much of how we took up space. Our willingness to go toe-to-toe with men, our desire to include femme and nonbinary thought/intelligence/creativity, our courage to be so tremendously gay out loud.

Racism, patriarchal and transphobic ideology walk hand in hand. They are tightly woven into each other, and work collaboratively. It tells us that the safest place is in proximity to power- is in connection to men. Double points if they’re white, triple points if they’re wealthy. It convinces us to find refuge anywhere but ourselves, or with community. And it is such a brave, and rewarding act to resist, and make home elsewhere. My queer worlds with my queer friends makes me strong enough to face “white supremacist capitalist patriarchy" (as bell hooks refers to it as) with grace, precision, and confidence, even at times where it is very difficult. It makes me hopeful.

May we each be empowered by the belief that we are worthy, and our freeness is interconnected will set us aflame to speak up in, or outright leave where our dignities are challenged. This is my ode to Black Trans pleasure, Black Trans joy, Black Trans madness, Black Trans silence, Black Trans eroticism, Black Trans brilliance, Black Trans domesticity. My deepest love and honor to the queer allies who devote their time, effort, and energy to transform our conditions so that we can all take breath.


sparrow Gore (they/them) is reimagining a softer planet. sparrow Gore is a lesbian Sudanese-American farmer, abolitionist and writer. sparrow’s work is informed by Black feminist tradition, and liberationists Audre Lorde, Nikki Giovanna, bell hooks, and Octavia Butler ; who moved forward a sociopolitical movement that challenged the intersecting oppression and tactics of racial capitalism. sparrow seeks to make portals with their language, to take us to the hearts of reality and the limitlessness of Black queer imaginations.
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Lesbian Films and Media: Curating the Lesbian Lives Film Festival


Lesbian Films and Media: Curating the Lesbian Lives Film Festival

An Interview with Meghan McDonough by Mel Oliver

To complement the launch of the WMM Lesbian Lives Virtual Film Festival, in collaboration with Sinister Wisdom, we’re sharing an Interview with curator of the conference lineup, contributor to Sinister Wisdom's 2026 calendar, and independent filmmaker, Meghan McDonough!

I spoke with filmmaker and journalist Meghan McDonough over Zoom in the aftermath of the Lesbian Lives Conference, where she curated a striking and expansive film program that continues to resonate beyond the event itself. As part of a virtual film festival presented by Women Making Movies, the selected films are available to stream from December 22–29, offering audiences a rare opportunity to engage with lesbian cinema that is intimate, international, and deeply rooted in lived experience.

Our conversation unfolded as both a reflection on Meghan’s first time curating a program of this scale and a broader meditation on queer film festivals as sites of connection, discovery, and collective care. From volunteer labor and international networks to works-in-progress screenings and audience dialogue, Meghan speaks thoughtfully about what it means to build cinematic spaces where lesbian histories, futures, and everyday lives can be seen and felt.


Mel: Meghan, thank you so much for speaking with me. I’m still reeling from the conference and all the wonderful connections that started and rooted themselves deeper. I was looking forward to the films and found the theatre to be a sanctuary itself within the rhythm of the conference. Each time I caught a showing, I immediately felt wonder, seen and entranced by watching these stories with a room full of lesbians. Was this your first time curating a program like this?

Meghan: Yes, it was a totally new experience for me. Old Lesbians was the first independent film that I’ve directed, so that came at the end of 2023, and that was my introduction into the world of film festivals as a filmmaker.
I had been to several events like this in the last couple years, but it was my first time being on the programming side of things.
And, yeah, it definitely gave me a lot of appreciation for all the volunteer work that goes on behind the scenes, not just in terms of film curation but in terms of conferences too!
I was so impressed by all the volunteers that were making everything happen, a really monumental achievement and it was a lot of fun! Lesbian and queer film is my favorite topic so it was just a great excuse for me to explore new, great lesbain films I wouldn’t have seen otherwise.

Mel: Wow, that's fantastic! What guided your choices when curating the film lineup for Lesbian Lives? What were your thoughts, feelings and emotions?

Meghan: Like when I first started stepping into curating it? I was definitely very excited, to try to figure out how the puzzle pieces work together, how the films might complement each other in a program like this. I was excited to showcase films that I had already seen and wanted people to see and I was super interested to delve into others that I had never heard of.
It was a mix of submissions and then reaching out to filmmakers, whose work I’d seen at other festivals or just were recommended to me by friends in this community.
As someone in the audience, films I enjoy the most are ones that make me laugh and cry ideally. So I’m always looking for stories that feel nuanced and personal to the filmmaker’s experience, whether, place specific or identity specific and I think that specificity lends itself to powerful emotions that resonate in the audience.
I also wanted the scope to be as international as possible given the theme of the conference, “The Lesbian International: Creating Networks of Knowledge Across Space and Time." So, I spent time looking to see what films festivals around the world programmed.

Mel: Yes, the films I was able to see (Es la reducción mínima del abismo (15 min), directed by Delfina Romero Feldman, and Ferro’s Bar (24 min), co-directed by Aline A. Assis, Fernanda Elias, Nayla Guerra, Rita Quadros.) during the conference were in different languages and gave such a layered, exuberant look into enclaves of lesbian lives in places that I’d never heard of and I really appreciated the non-U.S. context, it felt mystical, to see lesbians carving space wherever, whenever!

Meghan: We really are everywhere. And I think in a lot of ways other countries support independent filmmakers in a more robust way.
So, yeah, it definitely felt like a magical discovery process and I love meeting other filmmakers and film enthusiasts too.
That's been one of my favorite parts of showing Old Lesbians at festivals is getting to see the choices the other performers have made, and getting to watch those films together. One of the films I showed, Saigon Kiss, shout out to my friend, Hồng Anh Nguyen. She is from Germany, but lives in Vietnam.
We met at a film festival last year. I loved her film then, so I wanted to make sure that I included it in this program. Just a glimpse of lesbian life that I was not privy to before and film is a really great vehicle for that

Mel: Oh absolutely, thank you. Next, can you talk about the conversations you had with collaborators that helped shape the final line up? Were there moments that surprised you?

Meghan: I did bounce some ideas off Julie, but yeah, I was the main film curator. But I started with the submissions and those were great and honestly very difficult choices. There was a lot of work I was really impressed by and a lot of filmmakers I was made aware of, so I was honored to watch all the samples that people sent in.
Tzeli, a Greek filmmaker, who I met by way of our films being screened together a few times, and for the first time when it screened in Lesbos, where she is from. So of course, I wanted her film called Lesvia about the Isle of Lesbos in the program.
In all, I wanted the final lineup to be a mix of films I’d seen at festivals in the last couple years and works that I wasn’t aware of and came up on my radar through submissions.

Mel: Wow okay, A lot of power!

Meghan: Yeah, I was like, whoa. Okay, I had also never been to an event where we had a work in progress screening, so there were a lot of new surprising things that actually worked out so well!
I know as a filmmaker that most of us are working on something new or multiple projects at the same time and I found in my residency with BRIC in Brooklyn, we ended with a work in progress screening, and we got feedback from the audience. I found that super helpful and wanted to bring that atmosphere to Lesbian Lives. As an independent filmmaker it can be a very isolating process, and I found that as much as you’re able to engage your work with audiences and talk to people about it the better.

Mel: Mmm. That’s amazing to hear, it kind of goes into a later question of mine. I very much admire you using the tools you learned and putting them to action, as an aspiring filmmaker whose like, where are these films going to go? This gave me a little nudge!

Meghan: Yeah, you just kind of do it and then have people see it before it's actually finished and alleviate some of that tension, at least for me, so that's a good start and can be super motivating because you can get out of your head. So I definitely encourage you to share your work as much as you can

Mel: Ahah exactly! Thank you!

Mel: For conversation flow, my next question, if you could dream forward, what would an ideal lesbian queer film festival look like? Or what have the ones you’ve been to been like?

Meghan: I would say my favorite film festivals are the ones that involve industry talks and an educational component.
Ones that involve a lot of networking, meals, mixers and gathering opportunities for filmmakers outside of the showings. Hearing from people who work in distribution, artists giving talks on their craft, because I think the best festivals are the ones that have established and emerging filmmakers present. Ideally a place for learning and collaborations to start.
Like, last year, at the Palm Springs Short Fest, which was a great festival, I met a friend and collaborator and we are co-directing a documentary about queer archives around the world. I think the intergenerational component is also important, because there aren’t many spaces where lesbians of different ages get to be in conversation. [At lesbian lives] There was so much going on and it felt like everyone who was there was either volunteering or participating in a panel. So I think when everyone is invested in that way, when they’re bringing their own skill and knowledge to the space , everyone’s learning from each other and that's the best setting to be in!

Mel: Yes, yes I totally agree! Riffing off that question a little more, how do you imagine lesbian and queer festivals evolving?

Meghan: Accessibility!
I think since COVID a lot of festivals have a hybrid model. So they have programming for screenings and talks in person and virtual which is a great model to keep.
Most major cities in the U.S. now have a queer film festival, some well known ones; Newfest in New York, Frameline in San Francisco, Old Lesbian played at a festival called Out South in Durham North Carolina, and there's also Wicked Queer in Boston.
They are kind of all over, and for the most part volunteer run, it’s just people who are really passionate about this, making it happen. So I think accessibility can be a challenge due to lack of funding that these organizations can get, so the more support then the better because there is a lot of value to getting people there in person.
I”ve only been in the independent film space for the last two and a half years, but to dream forward I would like to see more dedicated funds for queer filmmakers of color specifically.
I think its really important that people who are telling stories and are telling stories about a specific experience have the lived experience themselves.
Realities and truth can get distorted, otherwise which really changes the public perception in the way that's inaccurate. And yeah, every filmmaker comes with their own perspective. So the more diverse viewpoints that we can get out there the better because it's just reflective of the world we live in.
There’s still a lot of representation gaps, so the more funds that create space to support these voices the better.

Mel: Mm I feel that struggle consistently. As we come to the end of our conversation I am interested in any memorable moments within your experience.

Meghan: Moments in General?
I really enjoyed the Q&A portion for the films during the conference. I didn’t know how the conversations were going to work out but there were some really thoughtful questions from the audience and answers from the filmmakers that came.
Although you try to curate and be there for everything that can go wrong, there is bound to be technical failure, which unfortunately happened while I was out of the theater. So another memorable moment–because it's a lesbian conference, of course a friend stepped in (shout out Cheryl Furjanic) and saved the day, and that felt amazing!
That's the great part of being in a community in a safe space is people step up and make things happen. So even though I was intimidated going into this, as a younger filmmaker, never having curated a filmfest program, I felt really safe and in good hands with everyone as well as the audience.

Mel: I’m so happy for you, and glad this was your first experience!

Mel: Before we go, do you have any guiding principles that you would give to emerging filmmakers or folks looking to curate a film festival?

Meghan: Be open to films from all different sources. I think subscribing to independent film newsletters is a good way to learn about films, go to as many events and festivals as you can!
For curating, I think it's the better problem to have too many good films you have to narrow down. And try to do as much as you can as early as possible so you can leave a buffer for making sure you get materials, description and technical information on time, leading up to the event.
Also, be open to delegating things. I moderated some of the Q&As, but also some of the attendees did an incredible job moderating, so that was wonderful. Do what you can to create a dynamic space for everyone to be an active part of what you're building.

Mel: Meghan, what a wonderful opportunity talking with you! Thank you for speaking with me and I loved the films I saw during the conference. You did a magnificent job and I admire your gusto for taking this on! Those 4 days are going to stick with me for the rest of my life! One last plug for those who will be reading – I want to know – are there any films that you’re excited about seeing, or any films from festivals you’ve been to you’d recommend?

Meghan: Saigon Kiss (dir. Hồng Anh Nguyễn) and Lesvia (dir. Tzeli Hadjidimitriou) are actually the only ones on that list that I saw at festivals––Palm Spring ShortFest and BFI Flare respectively. I also really liked Iris Brey's series Split and Rosanagh Griffith's Dope Fiend at BFI Flare. And this isn't a queer film necessarily, but I loved Vidhya Iyer's Giving Mom the Talk at Cleveland International Film Festival. Plus I Could Dom (dir. Madison Hatfield) and Spermicide (dir. Cat Davis) at the same fest.

Meghan also recommends all the films from the Conference lineup: (p. 8-9 of The Lesbian Lives Conference program ).

The films Meghan curated for the Lesbian Lives Conference reflect her commitment to specificity, emotional resonance, and global lesbian presence stories that make space for laughter, grief, tenderness, and recognition across borders and generations. The full Women Making Movies virtual program is available to stream during the week of December 22–29, inviting viewers to encounter films that might otherwise remain unseen, yet linger long after the credits roll.

Meghan’s award-winning documentary short, Old Lesbians, is a loving, attentive portrait of lesbian elders and the worlds they have built, sustained, and passed forward. The film has screened internationally at festivals and institutions including the British Film Institute, the California State Capitol, and the American LGBTQ+ Museum, and was featured on the 2024 IDA Documentary Awards Best Short Documentary Shortlist. A still from Old Lesbians also appears in the Sinister Wisdom 2026 Calendar, to which Meghan proudly contributed.

You can learn more about Old Lesbians here

Visit Meghan's official website to follow her ongoing work or find her on Instagram @mmdonough3.

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Dyke Bar* History: 1920s-1930s #1



Dyke Bar* History: 1920s-1930s

Jack Jen Gieseking with Michaela Hayes, Mel Whitesell, Paige LeMay, Syd Guntharp, and Sarah Parsons

To complement the launch of the Our Dyke Histories podcast, hosted by Jack Gieseking and co-produced in collaboration with Sinister Wisdom, we’re sharing a reading guide for the decades. For the first season, Our Dyke Histories is spotlighting dyke bars*: lesbian bars, queer parties,  and trans hangouts; the structures that made them necessary, the lives they made possible, and the worlds we built from them.


An intimate, black-and-white photograph of women dancing in one another's arms to a live band at a bar.

When we talk about the 1920s and 1930s as a queer era, it’s usually framed in smokey Harlem cabarets, Greenwich Village speakeasies, and stolen glances around the world. Prohibition blurred the lines between respectable and illicit nightlife, creating underground spaces where coded glances, whispered introductions, and backroom gatherings could bloom into something bigger. Even as laws and morals tried to shut queerness, gayness, lesbianism, and transness down, urban centers were buzzing with creativity and connection. Lesbian, gay, and LGBTQ bars, cafés, and parties emerged as places to test out desire, find chosen family, and build lives beyond the reach of traditional expectations.

Our foremothers and fore-gender-expansive ancestors weren’t just surviving: they were innovating nightlife, creating dyke bars before “dyke bar” was even a recognized category, and leaving us receipts that are still hot a century later. These decades did not offer safety, but they did offer possibility. People built bars, cafés, salons, parties, and networks. These were spaces where lesbian life was not merely surviving, but generating new social forms. What constellated in these rooms—intimacy, style, mutual support, conflict, eroticism, art—was at once ordinary and transformative. The spatial politics of these sites reveal much about how lesbians negotiated risk, surveillance, class, race, and gender presentation to create something like a livable world.

The interwar period is often treated as an interlude, but they were foundational to our present day's lesbianism and lesbian spaces. These dyke geographies still structure how we inhabit nightlife, how we seek community in the day and night, and how we create lesbian belonging. From Greenwich Village to Montparnasse to Harlem’s rent-party circuits; dykes, bulldaggers, lady lovers, and gender-expansive people were inventing infrastructures of connection. A century later, the monocles and tea rooms might be artifacts—racecar-driving lesbians are still happening, of course—but the geographies they built echo in every lesbian bar, queer house party, and trans do-it-yourself gathering where we continue to make space for ourselves and one another.

While many of you already know the long-adored Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in the Twentieth Century by Lillian Faderman–a revered and trusted source of lesbian history–we’ll be reviewing two new amazing books and some venerable images of 1920s-1930s dyke bar* history on the podcast. Stay tuned!



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Eve’s Hangout, Greenwich Village, 1926


Le Monocle, Paris, 1932





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October 9, 2025 (by Barbara Johnson)



I walked this forest trail with you for years.

Now, alone, without you, for three.

Looking for fairy bowers. Owls. Or a sign that you’re still with me.

Had a memorial bench installed in your memory.

To commemorate our love of this trail, the nature sounds, the creatures, the Jacks in the Pulpit, the “white dog,” the peaceful holding of our hands.

“… Who walked this trail every weekend with her wife, Barbara.”

Visited six days before the anniversary of your death to find the words “her wife” scratched out. Unfixable. Someone trying to obliterate our love, our life together, our existence. Peace turned to menace.

“The love that dare not speak its name.”

A female cardinal alighted on a tree in front of me as I sat sobbing on your bench today, the anniversary.

“Cardinals appear when angels are near.”

Was that you?





Barbara Johnson is a former Naiad/Bella Books author and winner of the Alice B. Toklas award in 2018. This award is given annually to living writers whose careers are distinguished by consistently well-written works about lesbians. She met her lover and soulmate, Kathleen DeBold, at Flagler College in Saint Augustine, FL, and they were together for 48 years before Kathleen’s death in 2022.


They walked the trail mentioned in the poem weekly for nearly 15 years. Though bittersweet, Barbara still walks the trail in memory of what they shared and what she’s lost.

Chastity Vale's Week in the Life

Friday, October 3
It’s Locktober, when my partner who i call bestie and i usually spend doing a month-long scene. Fae encourage me to write by telling me that if i do, fae will grant me vibrator time. i'm up at 1 A.M. finishing the writing. i can’t stop thinking about them and us and everything we’ve done, and me and my brain and my appointments.

i walk to the grocery store on my crutches, realize that i forgot to bring a bag for groceries, buy an energy drink, then give up, frustrated at myself. Ever since the madness came back these events have been more and more common. Planning basic things has gotten more difficult, remembering things has become almost impossible. i drink an energy drink at eight, and the meds still send me to sleep at ten.

Saturday, October 4
Shot day. We planned to do it on the beach but i decide to do it early, then everyone else forgot until we got back to the rental house.

My Lover, Val, announced She was getting married three weeks ago, and we all celebrated. Her butch partner feels like they were made for Her, and we all love them. And then She started working out how She wanted to get married.

We, Her leather family, drive out to a beach on the Olympic peninsula. Through Forks, around the peninsula, then to a beach. The beaches here are rocky, not the soft sands i grew up with. But there’s a brutality to the beaches that is gorgeous. We sit in the treeline, right before the beach starts, and my Lover and Her partner stand in front of us. A butch dressed up in a leather blazer with a leather priest collar perform the ceremony, a wine glass is smashed, and then we watch the sunset.

There’s not (as far as i know) a long history of leatherdyke marriages. But we’re a ritual heavy culture. Watching the woman that i love stand in front of me and combine so many parts of Her and Her partner’s cultures into this beautiful amalgam is so fulfilling.

i sit in a lawn chair on the beach and watched the waves break and slither across the beach. As i watch them, some of them move sideways, spirals under the surface tumble, and they move like a carpet being pulled. i get a sense of fear and remember that i have a neurologist appointment on Friday.

Sunday, October 5
We leave the house we’re renting too soon. my Lover spent the night playing with me and Her new legally betrothed, so we all wake up fried and too early. We drive from small town to small town, again, seemingly back and forth through Forks. We end up in the woods and hike a mile to a waterfall. i marvel at the fact that i can move with so much ease after six months of physical therapy. On the way back, my head is filled with dogs barking. The trails are quiet.

As we drive home, we talk about leather culture having an ethic of care. That leather means we take care of each other and we stay with each other. We have a long history of that. Through AIDS and through repression, through the difficulties of our own lives. It suddenly hits me that what my community and family are doing for me is an expression of that. i feel so full of love, love from others and love to others.

Monday, October 6
Work. Therapy for my eating disorder. We talk about how nothing is static and this is a coping mechanism that fails all the time.

i wrote an essay for my partner, bestie. This time, it was on the eroticism in a short story about a man who is treated like a dog. “Petplay stories have a long history of featuring veterinarians as a character archetype. These characters enable a particularly intense dehumanization…” i send the essay to her in our chat. After a moment’s pause she sends “this passes,” and i skitter off to the bathroom with my hitachi. i fall asleep thinking about her.

Tuesday, October 7
Work. Call my bank twenty times. Work out scene plans with a regular play partner.

Bestie and my sibling call, and we try to remember what happened over the last year to give a history to the doctor. Later this is described as “positive for memory issues.” As we try to work through it, i struggle to remember a coherent narrative rather than impressions and possibilities.

Wednesday, October 8
Work. Physical therapy.

Our community gathers in the home of a member who wants to dispel some previous bad vibes from a not-great roommate. They want to do that by making someone bleed. We gleefully descend on their apartment. We started doing these meetings because we had a group of people who were interested in being in each others’ lives, came to the same events and parties, and wanted to continue down this path of leather together. With subcultures like ours, so much of our imagery is used on the outside, but so little of the meaning transfers with it. Being in community like this, discussing like this, and sharing like this gives us a precious, small moment to be seen by each other, and to try to drive through to something more.

After talking about plans and making decisions for a moment my Lover places me on a couch. She puts one needle in me, and the crowd marvels at the fact that something has changed for me and i’m not screaming or hyperventilating. Later i’m holding onto the seat of a chair while my play partner Doc makes me bleed. i look in their eyes and say, “Is it enough, Daddy?” and they laugh at the opportunity to express power that i just gave them.

On the way home with Doc, we talk about scene plans again. Another essay due tomorrow, but it’s also date night—so i spend all evening writing about erotica.

Thursday, October 9
After work, i walk to Val’s place on my crutches. We talk about zine and zine writing. We have a backlog of zines that we’ve never printed, mostly because they came out of rants or good ideas or little weird jokes between us. We talk about tabling at an upcoming radical bookfaire. We have a bunch of really fun, neat ideas. She’s so smart and i’m so consistently happy to have her to bounce ideas off of. As we’re talking, we quickly build out a new performance piece. The piece is based on our shared punk lore, our histories playing shows with bands in tiny bars, our love for noise music and art and scaring people. It's the next part of a conversation we've been having since we met, a conversation about transness and art and music and how we're read and seen. As we're talking, we start touching, and then blushing, then she hauls me upstairs. i look into her eyes with glee as she takes one of my breasts into her hands, and then drives her other fist downward into her palm. The night ends with floggers, screaming and laughter.

Afterwards i'm in her arms and minorly worried about symptoms popping up again like they did last time. But as i come back to earth and nothing happens i start to feel more and more ok. We talk about the scene, we laugh a lot, i start looking for a place to perform the performance piece at. On the way home i start to feel weird. i walk home in silence, without headphones, which quickly becomes a problem. i look up at the bright clouds and watch them stir subtly. No one else looking would be able to see that. i get home, feed my cats, and crash.

Friday, October 10
Work, then off to the neurologist. It's felt like there's been a constant wave of experts that i've been going to where they don't really confirm anything. "Nothing is wrong, I have no new information for you." Nothing changes, but i get the joy of re-explaining the stigmatized brain things i've got going on. i beg the doctor to not note down the next thing, then i tell him. i insist that i'm under the care of another provider and that he doesn't need to diagnose me. Instead, he has me lie on the table, then stand, and diagnosis me with POTS, a common ride along with EDS (which he has me prove again, for the fifth time, to providers in this same system).

As we're leaving the hospital, the fear comes over me again while i sit on a bench and bestie gets her car. i'm terrified someone is behind me or watching. We speed away and i exhale. i look over at my partner, and i feel love and loved.

chastity vale (she/her) is a white, disabled leatherdyke, a submissive, a trans woman, a dyke and a faggot. she is an artist working mostly in text and video art, a writer, and a leather archivist and historian. her research has focused on trans women, inclusivity in leather, and submission. she believes that honesty about desire can be radical, rebellious, and liberatory. chastity fucks in Seattle, Washington. she flags red, teal, black, and purple on the right. You can find her online at https://www.instagram.com/_chastity_vale_/ or teaching with Val Violet as T Slur Collective.

onFrom the typewriter,the floor



onFrom the typewriter,the floor


yex
yes
yes you
can try again
you can always try again
you can learn
i trust you


Why are you still here the cycles they
ITERATE inMaddening perpetuity
I find myself one moment and I am
undone with the only
certainty this body is
able to possess
it’s not callous to be unaware of what
you don’t yet know
yet
yet what you
do not know must be examined;
you have let conventions dissolve into you
don’t blame u
you are not to blame.

these were introduced in ritual in habit
routine and mundane repetition of what

must be for us to be
for the I to b
to become what could not be evil
what could not be held in language I


I miss you my darling where did you go
come back, let me smell what you are thinking
just this once please I pray you can still receive
me
i can fill you. Remember what
I can bring to you what we were oh why
why do you wait for this to end?
you can be the harbinger
so long as you are willing to weather
the consequences of your thoughts

the contracts we draw in between each other
in our shared gazes, glances,
and least of all, words. just fuck me undo me

I crave to be remade again I need to be remade again





Note from the artist:
This piece was originally done on a script typewriter my grandmother gave to me. She used to use it, now I do.


Quintessence is a multidisciplinary artist living in amiskwaciy, Treaty 6 territory on turtle island. They write, do fibre arts, host book clubs, and code, all Madly, all with care. @quin.tessence95

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Day in the life of a Middle-Eastern sapphic

The entire Middle East is quite lacking in terms of a Queer community, however it definitely isn’t lacking of any queers. Girls would often get caught making out in bathroom stalls in school, later getting reprimanded and having their parents called by the school secretary, biting their lips and twiddling their thumbs wondering if that moment of intimacy was worth it. Spoiler alert, it always is. Getting a slice of freedom in a world of traditions pie is such a wonderful thing to experience, especially when you are an Arab woman. What they don’t tell you is that separating girls and boys in school gives people the option to question their sexuality, it opens them up to the idea of, “What if? What if there was still love, and what if I am able to explore it with no limitations or boundaries?” Those rules were very ironic and clearly well thought out as if queer people didn’t exist.

Girls would often signal that they’re queer by cutting their hair short or pulling their hair into a messy half-bun, which has become an iconic style that screams gay and gives a sense of personal identity and expression of it. They would express themselves by joining a sport that gives them a feeling of who they are and a community similar to them, or maybe even try to rebel by leaning into a more punk rock category of lifestyle and clothing and maybe even ease into listening to some indie and Arabic music. Queer men, on the other hand, would often have to conceal their identities, as acting authentically as themselves would get them into trouble and cause harsh bullying in school. However, that doesn’t stop them from finding community and finding love eventually as our community is filled with strong people. Although it may be against the rules to be a part of the LGBTQIA+ community, we still find a way to plant our seed, grow and prosper with love and care.

I started my last semester of university in September before I chose to drop out. It shouldn’t be such a surprise as one of the last few things I remember is that I would skip classes to drink coffee and look for girls and guys. I would go to the sports building just to get some tea to sip on, as, well, it was truly the land of the dykes filled with gorgeous eye candies I could just stare at and some not so hidden couples I noticed. There would be couples and groups of friends sitting in the lockers room on the floor eating, Arabic hang out style. The first time I went to the locker room, I saw a lesbian feeding her butch girlfriend a sandwich, which was adorable. I felt envious, sick to my stomach. So I ended up joining the basketball team in search of a girlfriend. Although my lazy self only attended it for two days, it was a big commitment as basketball was always terrifying to me. It was filled with stunning tall girls, regardless of which team you decide to join, and I have always been so out of shape and unable to pull off sports, absolutely horrifying.

I spent most of my time in university walking around aimlessly, taking in the atmosphere and getting desserts and drinks for me and my friends. There would be some wholesome events such as mental health awareness and taking care of the environment. I would also make time for reading about queer activism and other politics, feminism and philosophy, sometimes indulging in playing video games. Arab society, although rich in culture, is plainly very boring. Everyone feels like they’re walking on eggshells with strict rules in regards to music, self-expression, politics, and religion. I find it very hard to make other Middle-Eastern friends since most of them hide behind a mask and don’t express interest in their hobbies or things that they find interesting. The culture here is prestigious yet shallow; oftentimes people’s topic of discussion is another person’s choice of clothing, way of talking, and just who they are as a whole. I pray that one day people learn that it's okay to be themselves and to know that it’s perfect being imperfect. However, until a day like that comes, we’ll be sipping coffee and discussing fashion trends.


Nujoom Al-Layali (she/her) is an agnostic Middle-Eastern expressionism and portrait artist, freestyle poet, and writer. With hopes and dreams in paving way for a non-judgemental future where people of all ethnic backgrounds, sexual identities, disabilities and faiths have a fair chance at living a life they truly desire and adore.

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