EDITOR’S LETTER
I’M NOT SURE when I became aware of such a thing as LGBTQ+ history. Consumed with my newly realized high school attraction to a senior girl who’d been driving me home from Godspell rehearsals, I wasn’t paying attention in history class. Not that it would have included lessons about Stonewall, let alone the Mattachine Society, The Ladder, or Lorraine Hansberry’s queerness. I found more to identify with in English literature. I had an inkling of queerness when reading Tennessee Williams’s potboiler Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Later. While reading Willa Cather’s O Pioneers!, something pinged for me in her writing. I was convinced she was a lesbian. Cue me blowing off writing papers to rifle through literary criticism about Cather to prove her queerness to myself — a fruitful exercise,…