I remember the smell of his cologne in the mornings as he wrapped me in my pink jacket and held my small pink hand in his as he walked me to preschool. ... Thought he no longer walks me to school or wraps me in safety with just a simple scent, he is always there for me when I need him, even in moments when I feel that I don't. ...
At first sight, Stone Butch Blues might appear to be a straightforward narrative fiction that follows the sexual tails of lesbian Jess Goldberg. However, this compelling novel is startlingly rich in theory in the sense that it foregrounds the interrelationship of class structures and gender constra...
At some point during that time she could not even walk, and that is when everyone else started to think that we were going to lose her. ... During this time, I can only remember how stressful, how depressed and lonely she seemed, Even though we all were next to her, supporting and saying a blameful word, but she still felt isolated and alone with her pain and sorrow. ...
