SF and feminism are the perfect partners. . . . When I was reading science fiction in the late '70s, it offered tools for changing the world.
There is something off about them, something twanging in my ears, the tone of an arrogant man trying to pass himself off as humble or simple. Perhaps I am in the wrong mood.
It takes a stalwart soul to find the light these days, / to go beyond the city and its affectations of / brightness /
Roxanne shuffled the corners of her cards together on her thigh, focused herself through the pain in her head, and called him. Come over here, to me. Now.