this land is herland, this land is my land

brigid gave me a present, a book by Charlotte Perkins Gilman called Herland. for some reason, a lot feminists and lesbians love CPG, even though she was a bit of a racist, classist bitch who lived 150 years ago. but whatever. herland and i have a history. maureen nelson tried to get me to read this book immediately after taking me under her wing. that should have been the tipoff right there that this was a somewhat "wacky" choice of mentor by me. but i'm not that imminently brilliant or perceptive. the next time someone pushes lesbian separatist feminism onto a 16 year old they barely know, i'll be prepared.

thank god for nelson, though. i wouldn't be where i am - literally - without her. i've been reading through my high school journals. first off, this is nearly always a bad idea.

i've been searching because i have no poetry. upon our first conference, i am supposed to give my poetry teacher three pieces i am proud of. um, all my poetry is in santa fe, on a hard drive there, i realized. whatcha gonna do? i really don't want to have to write some poetry i'm proud of between now and then, which is at most two weeks. sheeeeeee-it.