I’M NOT SURE when I became aware of such a thing as LGBTQ+ history. Consumed with my newly realized high school attraction to a senior girl who’d been driving me home from Godspell rehearsals, I wasn’t paying attention in history class. Not that it would have included lessons about Stonewall, let alone the Mattachine Society, The Ladder, or Lorraine Hansberry’s queerness.
I found more to Later. While reading Willa Cather’s , something pinged for me in her writing. I was convinced she was a lesbian. Cue me blowing off writing papers to rifle through literary criticism about Cather to prove her queerness to myself — a fruitful exercise, as it turned out my intuition was correct.
