There is no Hierarchy of Oppressions

Learning not to crumple before these uncertainties fuels my resolve to print myself upon the texture of each day fully rather than forever.

The absence of any consideration of lesbian consciousness or the consciousness of third world women leaves a serious gap within this conference. . . .

The transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation .

If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest.

I realize that if I wait until I am no longer afraid to act, write, speak, be, I'll be sending messages on a Ouija board, cryptic complaints from the other side

[Speaking] is never without fear; of visibility, of the harsh light of scrutiny and perhaps judgment, of pain, of death. But we have lived through all of those already, in silence, except death. And I remind myself all the time now, that if I were to have been born mute, and had maintained an oath of silence my whole life for safety, I would still have suffered, and I would still die.