Many a beautiful and gentle dyke-heart has been broken by the here-now-gone-tomorrow straight woman who was unable to commit either to the somewhat marginalized lifestyle, to sexual intimacy without a nature-made penis and, pre-dating the validation of Pink Parenting, to a life most likely without children.
Imagine a park: lovely old trees. Birds chirping away in the branches. Gently sloping lawn. Dappled shade. A lone figure on a picnic blanket, book in hand, tuned into private thoughts. It is you. You are in the park. You are reading, but more importantly, you are elsewhere in your head. The book you are reading is Far From Maddy.
How do YOU find someone who is struggling to find herself?