They survived the closet, the silence, and the erasure. Now, they’re finally getting their flowers.
We see you. We thank you. And we promise to pass it on. old lesbians
There’s a photo I keep coming back to. It’s from the 1979 National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights. In the foreground, a woman with silver-streaked hair and a denim jacket stands holding a hand-painted sign that reads: “Old Lesbians: We Are Everywhere.” They survived the closet, the silence, and the erasure
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Let’s talk about old lesbians.