my favorite part of the new lesbians book from the seventies is the bit where that one lady has a lot of unhealthy relationships with men to try and stave off having to confront the fact that she’s a lesbian until she finally breaks down in this one absurd and breathless moment of pure relief with her counselor, who’s helping her go through her abortion
like how many different lines do I want to pull from this.
like, how to start.











