Gladys Bentley

March 2012

by Gloria Fortún

 

PREVIOUSLY ON KOLHD: A purple jellyfish takes the author to Lesbian Heaven, where she is asked to be the correspondent and to interview its inhabitants. She interviews several fascinating women. Today, she is hanging out in Lesbian Heaven when a woman approaches her. She says her name is Gladys Bentley and that she was an American Blues singer during the Harlem Renaissance.
  • The pagan christmas party

    February 2012

    By Gloria Fortún

    I must confess I love the purple laptop that the dead lesbians gave me the first time I visited Lesbian Heaven. It has lots of cool applications, but the one I am crazy about is the Gossip Pop-Up, a small window that opens unannounced to let me know all the juicy news that are going on up there. For example, when the elections for Head of Lesbian Heaven took place, an update told me that Virginia Woolf was now in charge of things. Today, the Gossip Pop-Up said: Pagan Christmas Party at midnight. Please wear your best gown.

  • The ladies of Llangollen Eleanor Charlotte Butler (1739-1829) and Sarah Ponsonby

    November 2011

    By Gloria Fortún

    I knew it hadn’t been a dream. I had been in Lesbian Heaven and couldn’t wait to go back. Who would I meet next? To return to that wonderful place full of dykes with nothing to lose, I just had to swim around the same spot as the first day. Sure enough, the eerie jellyfish didn’t take long to come and electrocute me. I found myself knock, knock, knocking on Lesbian Heaven’s door.

  • Jane Addams (USA, 1860 – 1935) Part 1

    October 2011

    by Gloria Fortún

    To make a long story short, I’ll say through reading. I’ve always been a voracious reader. When I was young I devoured Dickens’ novels, and his portrayal of poverty made me want to work with the poor. As a teenager, I had big dreams of changing the world, of doing something useful to society. I was no angel in the house.

  • Jane Addams (USA, 1860 – 1935) Part 1

    September 2011

    by Gloria Fortún

    Before my glorious discovery, I often wished that Harry Potter’s world really existed and that I could attend Hogwarts with the oh-so-clever (and oh-so-hot, she’s old enough now for me to say it) Hermione Granger. However, my beach accident granted me access to a place that is even better than the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.