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[Haworth co-indexing entry note]: “Lesbian Love in the Swingin’ Seventies: A Bisexual Memoir.”
Queen, Carol. Co-published simultaneously in Journal of Bisexuality (Harrington Park Press, an imprint of
The Haworth Press, Inc.) Vol. 2, No. 2/3, 2002, pp. 193-203; and: Bisexual Women in the Twenty-First
Century (ed: Dawn Atkins) Harrington Park Press, an imprint of The Haworth Press, Inc., 2002, pp. 193-203.
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SUMMARY. The author looks back to her youth in the 1970s, where, as
a bisexual woman trying to find community with lesbians, she finds
community comes with intense pressure to “choose.” After several years
living a lesbian-identified life, she comes out again in a time and place
much more comfortable with bisexuality and looks back at the rigid identity
politics of her early coming-out years. [Article copies available for a fee from
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former, though they did the latter, and eventually one of the nice gay
men at GPA yelled over the cubicle wall on my behalf and found out the
date and time of the next Lesbian Rap Group. I went, nervously, and
huddled into the sofa while campus and townie dykes planned the revo-
lution and pretty much ignored me. The high point of the evening for
everyone was meeting another newcomer, a woman who’d lived deep
in the closet throughout the McCarthy years and who was only ventur-
ing out to get to know this new generation because she had lost her long-
time partner. Her name was Anne Harbaugh, and she eventually
became the owner of Mother Kali’s Books, a dyke/feminist store that
was a haven for Eugene women for the next twenty-plus years. (A cou-
ple years later Harbaugh called to ask me whether I wanted to be inter-
viewed for a book called Lesbian Crossroads [Baetz, 1980]. Ruth
Baetz, its author, was rejoining the lesbian community just as Anne so
recently had, after a relationship broke off, and compiling a book of in-
terviews with lesbians was her strategy to get into the thick of things. I
became her youngest interviewee, and she even immortalized the rest of
my family.)
Once the others had finished dissecting the past and constructing the
future, the meeting broke up. Women became a bit friendlier–did I want
to go out with them to the Riviera Room, the notorious queer bar? I mut-
tered that I was too young. They flocked off without me, but at least I
knew some women now to nod at on campus, and I was awakened to my
first queer cause: When I finally crept a little further out of my shell, I
became a gay youth organizer, so baby dykes and fags could have
someplace other than the bar to go. But first I enrolled in the very first
Gay Studies class the University of Oregon ever had, taught by one of
that town’s most indefatigable lesbian organizers, Harriet Merrick.
Also enrolled was the gay star of the university–Randy Shilts, who
would become the nation’s leading gay journalist after he moved to San
Francisco; being the first out queer to win student office at the Univer-
sity of Oregon started him on his brilliant but AIDS-truncated career.
Shilts, after moving to San Francisco, authored the hugely influential
And the Band Played On, documenting the early years of the AIDS epi-
demic, as well as a book about Harvey Milk called The Mayor of Castro
Street. (He cut class a lot, though, being so important, and he was an-
noyed at semester’s end to find that I got a better grade than he did, in
spite of having the effrontery to do my final paper on bisexuality–a doc-
ument that is, alas, lost to history.)
Harriet, less biphobic by far than most of the other lesbians I met in
those years, nevertheless presided over a class within which my bisexu-
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foot in each camp, some of these women have had an especially hard
time acknowledging themselves as bisexual. Politicizing sexuality in
this way was both enormously seductive–it dealt in a literalism that
seemed strategically crucial at the time and was very hard to argue
with–and an equally enormous mistake. Among other things, as I have
discussed elsewhere (Queen, 1999), political lesbianism flooded the
lesbian community with women who might have made other women
their first priority, but who did not necessarily find that other women
made them wet–and for many in the community, both sex and sexual
politics suffered as a result.
Today we understand both sexual orientation and gender as existing
on a continuum–on separate continuua, actually, for they are independ-
ent of one another. In the 1970s we were supposed to see gender as an
either/or fact of life, an essentialist fundamental that affected us not
only personally but politically. Although women were supposed to as-
pire to anything men could do out in the world, our personalities and
bodies, our erotic functioning and relationship abilities were seen as
men’s opposites, different as night and day and fundamentally incom-
patible. In spite of a general feminist call to androgyny, there was no
space for transsexuals and none for butch dykes–in my town, women
could barely get support for raising male sons. No wonder our sexual
desires were supposed to be either/or: in a world carefully scrutinized
for every politicizable element, bisexual women were painted as un-
trustworthy border-crossers.
If Alfred Kinsey was correct when he reported in the early 1950s that
about a third of all women had had erotic experience with both women
and men, surely that number rose in the 1970s. Even in a decade not es-
pecially friendly to bisexual feminists, other communities let plenty of
women out to play. I wonder sometimes if some bisexual women’s an-
tipathy about swinger culture has anything to do with the fact that
swinger women got to live bisexual lives without the overlay of oppro-
brium and guilt those of us in the women’s community often experi-
enced. In that culture, which didn’t problematize gender difference,
diverse sexual experience could be coded positively and was hence
more accessible.
I don’t want to leave the impression that I’m unhappy to have lived
that part of my life as a dyke: quite the contrary. I’m still a dyke, in fact,
in the sense that dykedom implies strong woman-identification and de-
sire. But I’m a lesbian the way John F. Kennedy was a Berliner. No, I’m
the kind of dyke dykes get to be today: queer women who reject
heterosexism and hetero-hegemony; who are allowed to explore sexual-
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ity, and sometimes even supported when we do; who can form a com-
munity of gold star Kinsey Sixes and bi-dykes, gender-bent boygirls
and transsexual lesbians, women whose girlfriends are butch and whose
boyfriends are femme. The queer women’s world I inhabit today was
made possible, I think, by the inflexibility of the womyn’s world that
didn’t truly embrace me–and many other women–in the ’70s. Sexual
difference was so at issue in those years (and of course I have barely ad-
dressed other aspects of this phenomenon here, like the reception expe-
rienced by women into S/M and porn, women who did sex work, etc.)
that it left many, many of us feeling like outsiders within our own com-
munity. We hid, fought, or some combination of the two–and finally, our
struggles around this rigidity allowed a much more diverse women’s
community to evolve.
POSTSCRIPT
Between writing drafts one and two of this essay I learned that I’ve
been elected one of the Grand Marshals of the 2001 San Francisco Les-
bian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Pride Parade. Naturally this has
given rise to a great swirl of feelings, and between wondering what the
hell I am going to wear, I’ve been thinking about the baby bi-dyke I was
25 years ago, how it would feel to her if I could time-travel back and tell
her that in spite of all the trauma of trying to be a proper lesbian, every-
thing would turn out all right–that, as Madonna sings, I’d “live to tell.”
“Honey, this biphobia thing is just a blip on the radar,” I’d tell her.
“It’ll have some staying power, but it is so not 21st century. Don’t
worry, eventually we’ll grow out of it.”
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