(photo credit goes to my artist-buttonmaker-lesbianwriter advocate mother, Jennifer Yane who accompanied me to the reading at the downtown public library.)
"If there’s going to be a scandal I’d much rather it be sex than money and we Virginians don’t disappoint. As mother always said, only be as good as you need to be. She used to trail clouds of men."
"I’ve hunted for so long that I’m also part of the fox family. I know the foxes, and I also know the fox children. They are more intelligent than we are and I’m not just saying that to be cute. We have ideologies that make us stupid. The fox has no ideology, they see reality exactly the way it is. We are a deluded species and now a dangerous one."
(My brilliant question) As a lesbian, do you have a different take on Southern manners?
After all those years of cotillion, it doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight, all those old biddies are going to get you. I have a whimsical regard for gender. Americans are dualistic; I’m slippery, slidery, in some ways it’s tougher than boot camp. They all had bosoms like flight decks. You're little and all you think is "My eyes! My eyes!" Argue your deepest beliefs at the soup kitchen or voting booth, but the south is absolutely right in trying to make parties pleasant."
Isn't she brilliant and hard and leathery and deep? Yes, I thought so too.