Les Géthennères
Or, Burn this Feminary
On the black sand by the ocean the snow has melted. All the perverts, the animals, the bulldykes and fairies, the half-dead and half-alive, the freaks with one foot in the grave, one foot in either camp; they’re all sitting around the campfire, flushed with victory. Judith Merril gets up and does a crazy obscene pelvis-thrusting lambada with Samuel Delany and Pam Sargent. To accompany the dancing and songs, Nicola Griffith is pounding out a thumping rhythm on a drum made of human skin and bones. Jane Palmer prays and sings to the goddess Moosevan. Liz Henry works on a book about how important books are, but the heroine of her novel keeps throwing the pages into the fire. Gwyneth Jones is eating a drumstick from the roast corpse of Stanislaw Lem. Joanna Russ is deep in discussion with an argumentative Theodore Roszak; sometimes Gwyneth, greasy from her dinner, barges in, violently disagreeing. Finally, as things quiet down, Ursula LeGuin starts to tell a story about some perverts sitting around a campfire…
