“Tell us what it means to be a woman so that we can understand what it means to be a man. What exists at the margin. What it feels like to have no home in this place. To be cast adrift from the one you were familiar with. What it is to live on the outskirts of towns that cannot tolerate your presence.”
Early in October, an artist friend left a message. I retained it on the answering service for weeks and would play it back from time to time. Just to listen to the trembling pleasure in her voice and the unwavering faith in her words. It was a precious moment that brought a sense of warmth and inspiration.