Essay on a Lesbian

I am a Lesbian. In that simple statement I mean to express the most outstanding single part of my whole existence. I hasten to make clear just what I mean by that term. I am a Lesbian means to most of us one simple fact. I, a woman, love other women. For most of us this also means I do not love men now nor have I ever, and most probably never will. Beyond this, for most of us it means more olearly and more importantly, I love one woman to the exolusion of all other beings.

This circumstance of being a Lesbian has existed and will always exist. We are to a certain extent a maligned and mistreated, even persecuted, group. This also will continue to exist to a greater and sometimes lesser degree. So what!

We, all of us, You and I, have a wonderful kind of magic within ourselves, and our lives and our loves show it. So I can't take my little piece of chalk and write my beloved's name on the nearest sidewalk. Not for a moment is that a cause or justification for jealousy of the heterosexual. Don't run away angryi I fully realize we suffer injustice and prejudice and I have seen it hurt and damage other people. I just can't find a good enough reason in all this to oringe and ory. Stand up and acoept yourself. Don't be overly proud, but don't crawl. There are many blessings. Each of us would probably name a different thing as blessing. For me there is the strange feeling on entering a room full of unknown people that someone is a friend, and suddenly a casual smile from across the room confirms that feeling and you are welcome there. I don't believe I would give up that kind of third eye for the little piece of chalk and sidewalk. The exquisite pain of holding hands when you know

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