It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.
I’m glad mainstream culture is starting to catch up to where lesbian-feminism was 30 years ago.
What would happen if we spoke the truth?
I'm not that good of a drawer. I don't know how people just draw stuff out of their head. I'm always creating schemes. If I have to draw someone sitting in a chair, I have to go find a chair, sit in it, and take a picture of myself sitting in it.
Even drawing gray hair at all is difficult to render in black and white.
I tend to write first thing, and then do my drawing later. I like to draw at night. But often I go for long stretches without drawing, because I'm trying to figure out what I'm writing.