Sublime

They insist that without an explicit historical record of their sexual encounters—diagrams, detailed descriptions of their conquests—to serve as undeniable proof, there’s no need to invent a queer history for them. Perhaps they had watched the same episode of Sex and the City that I had—“If you’re not going to eat pussy, you’re not a dyke”—to come

same-sex desire.

I hereby claim these figures as lesbians. I refuse to join the historians who deny the legitimacy of their relationships because they failed to leave a map of where they touched one another.