sometimes i wonder… imagine walking up to lesbians who fought for everything, who saw stonewall and built lesbian culture, who made herstories and bled and lost their lovers and wives and were loud in the 50s, the 70s, were visible and proud and were beaten down because of it, the lesbians who are now old and grey and still married because they fought for it, lesbians who died because of who they were, lesbians who were forced into straight marriages, lesbians who have scars, lesbians who have stories dating back years who still remember every grueling inch of acceptance they struggled for, lesbians with work-worn hands and strong tired eyes, older lesbians who are still scared to come out, lesbians who went to hell and back but never once gave up who they were and have bones made of steel and spines never bent under the burden of hate they’ve had to carry

imagine walking up to these women and uttering the words ‘monosexual privilege’