30 years ago finding lesbian fiction at all was near impossible. You would have to travel to a big city with a large gay and lesbian community and then seek out that lone feminist bookstore. A place filled with incense and macrame, multicolored painted shelves and more Georgia O’Keeffe art on the wall than you’d ever seen before. Somewhere past the aisles of serious feminist tomes you’d find a few shelves of lesbian fiction.

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