âHisses. Women shouting at me: slut, bisexual, she fucks men. And before I had spoken, I had been trembling, more afraid to speak than I had ever been. And, in a room of 200 sister lesbians, as angry as I have ever been. âAre you a bisexual?â some woman screamed over the pandemonium, the hisses and shouts merging into a raging noise. âIâm a Jew,â I answered; then, a pause, âand a lesbian, and a woman.â And a coward. Jew was enough. In that room, Jew was what mattered. In that room, to answer the question âDo you still fuck men?â with a No, as I did, was to betray my deepest convictions. All of my life, I have hated the proscribers, those who enforce sexual conformity. In answering, I had given in to the inquisitors, and I felt ashamed. It humiliated me to see myself then: one who resists the enforcers out there with militancy, but gives in without resistance to the enforcers among us.â
â -Andrea Dworkin âLetters from a War Zone"Â
I cried.

















