The Woman in Your Life

The Woman in Your Life

Is You*

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Seven-hundred-and-sixty-five-years ago,
I came out.

I was born
A tiny lesbian
Without 
Any clue
That
It
Was
“A thing”,

A possibility,
A world
Of
Itself.

Suffice to say,
Much confusion,
Pain,
Shame,

And so
Very
Much
More
Of
Everything
Unfolded

Until
1973,

When
I left
My
Husband,

Moved 
To
New York,
New York,
(We say it twice to celebrate its power)

And
Came 
Out.

I found
(Was found by)
The lesbian-feminist-
Separatist
Community.

A trillion things
Unfolded.

Strangely,
Surprisingly,
Oddly,

Coming out
Was not
The
Answer
To
All
Of 
My
Problems.

(In Twelve Step,
I practice
“acceptance”
As the
Answer
To all
Of my
Problems…).

But it
Was
the 
Beginning,
It
Was
The
Doorway
Back 
Home.
~~~
I couldn’t 
Understand
The 
Theories
Of
Separatism.

I couldn’t
Listen
Or
Even
Concentrate.

Truly,
I 
Didn’t
Try.

I was 
Stoned
And
Drunk
And
DELIGHTED,

Crushed out
On
Every
Other
Woman,

But
Only,

ONLY

If
On some level,
They were
Unavailable
To 
Me. 

(Yeah, that’s a thing.)

It was
Painful.

And wonderful.

I LOVED
Women-only
Dances
And
Music
And
Festivals
And
Coffee shops
And
All
Of 
It.

NO MEN,
YAHOO.

So sorry
That
I wasn’t
Able
To grok
The
Essence
Of separatism—
The theories,
The 
philosophies.

I do
Have
Some
Regret.

Yet
I just
Rode 
The
Waves
Of
Its
Energy.
~~~
It would
Be
Years
Till 
I 
Got
Sober.

That
Changed
Everything.

Men
In
Meetings?

Their words
Brought
My 
World
Alive.

Kripalu men?

Kindness
And
Service.

Being
Sober
Changed 
It all.

~~~
Yet,
I must say,
Looking around
At our world,
Today,

Our
World
On
Fire.

Perhaps
We 
Were
On 
To
Something?

More women
In leadership?

More of the
Global
Majority?

???????
~~~

When the Women of Iceland Went on Strike…

13 minutes—worth watching, folks.