Angela

“Dyke. I still got a thrill whenever she said it. To Dee and Gaby, Jamie and I were baby dykes. To us, according to them, they were dusty dykes, old-fashioned and just plain old. To hear them tell it, you'd think no one had ever been gay before their generation showed up. As they often reminded us, they were our foremothers in dismantling the heteropatriarchy, and so they said the word dyke as readily as they said our names, with a kind of defiant urgency. As a word I liked it so much better than lesbian - the hardness of it, the single middle-finger syllable.”
― Katie Heaney, Girl Crushed