I can’t say how much I loved this! June Thomas moves with dexterity between six historically important sapphic spaces and, with incredible wit and compassion, reveals the women who both shaped and inhabited them.
I love how the spaces she chooses, from rural communes to bars, bookshops, and sex-toy boutiques, all depict a cultural footprint which is specific to queer women. Though bars are often the first queer spaces to spring to mind, Thomas emphasises the factors which have historically pushed women away from finding refuge there. Compounding their restricted economic autonomy, women have also risked their jobs and custody of their children by going to lesbian bars. Not only this but, as the nightlife promoter Maggie Collier said: “Women tend to go out seeking a partner. When they find one, I don’t see them for two years. Then all of a sudden, they break up. You see them at every single party until they find the next [girlfriend], and then they disappear, and the pattern continues.”
Of course, we are all aware that our spaces are continually being shuttered - I’ve only been to a lesbian bar once and experienced it as though it was already gone – but what I love about Thomas’ account is that it is not the usual lament for their decline but a clear reasoning which allows us to understand our history and imagine new spaces.
But who should be included in these spaces? If we insist on separatism, how can we resist fuelling a transphobic culture war? There’s an example in the book which I like a lot and has informed the way I think about this.
In the 1970s, the New York based bar ‘Bonnie & Clyde’ was continually invaded by a frat house across the street and, as it was illegal to refuse entry to someone who was both sober and of age, bar owner Elaine Romagnoli, had to resort to alternate ways of keeping the boys out. Her first attempt, a strict dress-code of a shirt and tie for men, was only a minor deterrent so, instead, she decided to make the bar look as unappealing as possible, allowing rubbish to pile up outside. On their 1978 Christmas card, the bar acknowledged its unconventional appearance with a picture of a smiling server outside a trash-strewn shopfront, reading “Thank you for not judging us by our cover.” Rather than hiding the bar or barring entrance, Romagnoli had managed to advertise only to her intended clientele simply by insisting on a scruffy appearance.
I hope we can now do away with the rubbish while we continue to build new, wonderful places of our own.