Karla Jay's intimate account of life in the early years of feminism and gay liberation is as irresistible as a novel, but as credible, humorous, and unexpected as real life.

We have to imagine change before we can begin to move toward it.

Men were valued by what they did, women by how they looked and then by what their husbands did, and all of life was arranged (or so we thought) from the outside in.

A movement is only composed of people moving. To feel its warmth and motion around us is the end as well as the means.

If women could sleep their way to the top, there'd be a lot more women at the top.

If you really want to be lonely, get married.

If the shoe doesn't fit, must we change the foot?