Lay me down and let the moon have her way with me

yhlee is talking about Pern and I couldn't remember if I had ever posted a picture of the fire lizard I sewed and stuffed and armatured with wire from an unraveled coat hanger in ninth grade, following a pattern from an older friend who used to walk around the school with his own fire lizard on his shoulder. Her name is Sheyne Meydl.



The official remit of the FSU Museum of Fine Arts' "It's a Lot Like Falling in Love: Lesbian Publishing in the '70s, '80s, '90s, and Beyond" was what it said in the subtitle, but what selkie and I actually got while virtually attending a roundtable with Stephanie Andrea Allen, Katherine V. Forrest, Joan Nestle, Cheryl Clarke, and Barbara Smith was more like an impassioned manifesto on behalf of small-press publishing, grassroots collectives, and radically inclusive archives, plus a masterclass in flirting on beyond seventy. It was great. Quotes of the night: "If we had a Mount Rushmore of Lesbians, you three would be on it." "An identity is not a politic." "We change the world. And then the archives remember. And we must have our remembrance in our own hands."