I have a brief post on my Tumblelog in honor of Kate Millett, an imperfect and, in many circles, all but forgotten feminist revolutionary here.
Here, also, is a photo of me with Kate in 1992:
There’ll come a time when I’m ready to write much more about her. For now, suffice it to say that her memoir Flying, which I first read in 1990, changed my life, as did my time in 1992 at her art colony in Poughkeepsie, as did my visit with her in 1993 in St. Paul, Minnesota.
The latter segment of that story is the one that has proven most difficult for me to write, and I have only done so thus far in fragments. (Some fragments addressing that tumultuous period may be found here and here, although none address Millett’s influence specifically.)
Hopefully, I will get to assembling all those fragments while Kate is still alive.
