Babe's Litany, screen print on fabric, quilting and appliqué, 2019

"INTERVIEWER:

 So, what did girls call themselves at the bars? I know that at that time terms like lover weren’t really used.

 

BABE:

We were just butch and fem, I guess. 

 

INTERVIEWER:

If you were to do an ownership kind of thing, what would it be, my…?

 

BABE:

I don’t know. Ask another old dyke. 

 

INTERVIEWER:

Tell us more, now what you’re on a roll. 

 

BABE:

I probably could have had a lot more girlfriends then I had, if I would have had a clue. 

 

INTERVIEWER:

What, did you think you were just at an ordinary bar?

 

BABE:

Some of us are slower than others. I would have them exchange ice cubes with me in the bar and then we’d go make out in the car, and I’d think that was it. 

 

INTERVIEWER:

How old were you?

 

BABE:

Hey, you’re talking to a chaste little Catholic girl back here. I was almost going to become a nun. I thought that was pleasurable enough. 

 

INTERVIEWER:

You’ve been waiting this time around. 

 

BABE: 

Yeah, but now it’s too late to get any girls. I’m too old to do Crap. 

 

INTERVIEWER:

No it’s not. Remember Natalie, on her park bench, in her 80s? Picking up that woman feeding the pigeons? That give me hope. 

 

BABE: 

Do any of you have trouble with married women hitting on you? 

 

INTERVIEWER:

I used to. Until I became one.  

 

BABE: 

That’s the pits. What the hell do they want? Just some pussy or what? Does that mean they’re eventually going to get out of that marriage or what? I think they just want to try it. I think some of them take advantage of lesbians. They’ll break your heart. They’re talking about trying sex, they don’t realize it’s whole lifestyle. It’s like, excuse me there’s a heart besides a cunt. There’s a whole life there."