Remembering local LGBTQ history

A new online exhibit of local LGBTQ histories includes an article that I wrote around 1977 about a women-only club in my hometown, Iowa City, Iowa.

My article “Grace and Rubies: A Women’s Haven” appears in the online exhibit “LGBTQ Life in Iowa City, Iowa: 1967-2010.” It is sponsored by Outhistory.org as part of a local LGBTQ history contest to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall riots.

I wrote about the lesbian-friendly club for the student newspaper, the Daily Iowan, when I was a journalism student at the University of Iowa.

It’s uplifting to see my place in the sweep of human history and the LGBT liberation movement. At the time I never imagined that it would be the most historically significant article of my student years.

I was born and raised in Iowa City, and a big part of my heart stays there, even though I moved away after graduation. We used to call Iowa City “the gay capital of the Midwest,” and this glorious exhibit proves it.

Special thanks to the Iowa Women’s Archives for their role in building this online exhibit.

Update on 7/6/10:
Good news! The Iowa City LGBTQ exhibit won honorable mention in a national competition sponsored by the Center for Lesbian and Gay Studies at City University of New York. One of the judges was John D'Emilio. arguably the preeminent historian of LGBT history in America. There were nearly 40 entries nationwide.

A lesbian looks back at wimmin’s music

Singer-songwriters Ferron and Bitch make music together on video above. Ferron is on the right and Bitch on the left in the photo below from Short Story Records. I’ve fallen in love with a “wimmin’s music” song that I hated when I was a twenty-something lesbian in the 1980s. Almost a quarter-century has passed since I heard lesbian folksinger Ferron sing “Shadows on a Dime,” but the song plays over and over in my mind lately. I used to find the song depressing. Now it feeds my spirituality and seems haunting and true, probably because I am in the position that Ferron sings about: I'm looking backward down the track To see us dreamers in our prime. I remember when I bought the Ferron cassette tape in 1984 in the tiny women’s bookstore in my hometown of Iowa City. I was living in Japan and came home for a visit. My partner and our other American friends gave me long shopping lists of hard-to-find items that I was supposed to buy for them while I was in the States. Ferron’s “Shadows on a Dime” was on my partner’s list, and I tracked it down at the hole-in-the-wall women’s bookstore. No doubt that store is long gone, like most of the other women’s bookstores. My partner loved that Ferron tape and played it over and over despite my objections that it was gloomy. The meandering, almost tuneless melodies became etched in my mind against my will. Time passed, we moved to California, the tape broke. Lesbian feminist women stopped calling themselves “wimmin” (coined because we didn’t want anything to do with “men”)… but I never forgot the song. And I grew to love it. Today I longed to hear “Shadows on a Dime” for real, so I looked it up on Google. Wow, now I can watch Ferron singing it on video! I can buy an updated version on her new album Boulder, released just three months ago. I can print out all the lyrics, which were muffled and mysterious until now: A tethered bird in a tethered cage… The song turns out to be about working in a factory and loving another woman. It has an authentic working-class voice that is seldom heard in lesbian-oriented media today. I learned from Ferron’s website that critics call her “the Johnny Cash of lesbian folksinging.” Her bio is full of amazing details, like how she ran away from home as a teenager, but couldn’t turn to the Catholic Church for help -- because they had banned her for using the word “bra” in the church youth group. And Ferron is still touring! In fact, TODAY she happens to be playing at the Iowa Women’s Music Festival in my hometown, Iowa City. So I’m posting this today as a tribute to Ferron, who shaped my spirit with lyrics like this: But I don't forget the factory I don't expect this ride to always be Thanks, Ferron. I never hear stuff like this on “The L-Word.”