While there are certainly terms and sentiments in this collection that are dated and essentialist, I also found—and continue to find of the lesbian poetry of this generation—something so invigorating and powerful about these poems. A brashness, a confidence, a sexiness, a boldness, a fearlessness, a tenderness, an earnestness, an honesty. For so much of my life, I had been scared to even say the word "lesbian" out loud, let alone identify with it. And yet, here it is in print a thousand times, again, and again, and again. We owe a great deal to our forebears and ancestors and how their words have and continue to speak us into existence.*
*Though, I am also very glad that language and identity continue to evolve. Two things can be true at once, I guess.