Everybody knows her.
Thinking of three heartbroken friends who put faith in love but were let down by other people. That is always a risk. The trick, then, is maintaining a belief in love and remaining faithful to love itself, and willing to take the risk again. Which can be so hard.
Queer or straight, it makes no difference. Everybody knows her. Some of us have even been her.

At that moment I didn’t miss any of it. I didn’t miss Priscilla and her polyester, not Charlotte and her power, not Beatriz and her desire. None of it was fascinating anymore. None of it was groovy. I didn’t want to end up in any more go-go clubs or dirty theaters or smoke-filled bars or AA meetings. None of it meant anything to me. There was only one thing I really missed. I missed Delores.
-from After Delores by Sarah Schulman
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