loving +dreading+ loving the dyke march

My freshman year at NYU, I walked into my social criticism class and casually tossed my new issue of Ms magazine on the table. The cover–which I can only find now in this little jpeg–showed two girls (young, with short dyed hair, ball chain necklaces, and heavy eyeliner) on the cusp of making out. Later,Continue reading “loving +dreading+ loving the dyke march”