“Every now and again, as you’re marching forward, turn around and wave back at us. We’re still here… Much the same way as I needed to acknowledge the shoulders that I stood on, I would like others to acknowledge us. We did a lot of work. And it wasn’t easy.”
“The night Magdalen Berns died, a rare harvest moon hung over Manhattan. It felt as though the sky had somehow coordinated its timing, so it too could pay tribute to a rare force of nature.”
“Dykes aren’t out here to smile and stroke egos. We’re not out here to play nice. We’re out here to come with the realness. And if that makes you sad, you can always just call the cops and have us removed for being a lesbian.”