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Like Wendy in Peter Pan, people find new walls springing up (...): every encounter (…) erects new closets whose fraught and characteristic laws of optics and physics exact from at least gay people new surveys, new calculations, new draughts and requisitions of secrecy or disclosure (p. 10).
“We should not, we must not, blame those who have been silenced or are compliant with their own oppression for not being brave enough. But nor should we end up in a place where talking about the sex and gender of authors is deemed irrelevant”
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résiste, camarade
compagne de combat
la montagne nous attend
et avec tous « les insurgés »
tous les innocents
et tous ceux qui veulent
relever l’affront
ne pleure pas camarade
femme
oublie ta douleur
ta résistance
est celle
d’une palestinienne
qui lutte pour Jérusalem (53)
John is a physician, and perhaps —(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)— perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster. You see he does not believe I am sick! And what can one do? If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression -a slight hysterical tendency-what is one to do?