Julie and Kathleen, I am a straight woman in love with your podcast. Thank you for all the amazing journalism and activism you do, and for the sacrifices you have had to make.
Here is a paper you may be interested in for your collection of novel sexualities. No idea if it is real or a spoof but here it is:
The idiom ‘beyond the pale’ originated from the concept of a ‘pale’ as a boundary, typically a fence made of stakes, derived from the Latin word palus (stake). Whoever told you it’s raciest, is talking shite.
Regarding the women's festival on at Skala Eressos on Lesbos: I'm not a joiner either, but I really liked it the one time I went. There's lots to do, or just do nothing. The "initiation" of swimming out to "the rock" is just a fun tradition, no pressure. Eressos has a lovely strip of restaurants along the beach and it's nice to experience being in public places with mostly women. Of course most of us are lesbians, but nobody's asking, or cares. There were two sullen transwomen sitting alone in a cafe everyday, and nobody cared about them either. It was three flights and a long taxi to get there get there, but food and accommodation were reasonable. I wrote about the Lesbos festival and what I learned about Sappho. https://lindarosewood.substack.com/p/sappho
Julie and Kathleen, I am a straight woman in love with your podcast. Thank you for all the amazing journalism and activism you do, and for the sacrifices you have had to make.
Here is a paper you may be interested in for your collection of novel sexualities. No idea if it is real or a spoof but here it is:
https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/08164649.2025.2556256#abstract
The idiom ‘beyond the pale’ originated from the concept of a ‘pale’ as a boundary, typically a fence made of stakes, derived from the Latin word palus (stake). Whoever told you it’s raciest, is talking shite.
Regarding the women's festival on at Skala Eressos on Lesbos: I'm not a joiner either, but I really liked it the one time I went. There's lots to do, or just do nothing. The "initiation" of swimming out to "the rock" is just a fun tradition, no pressure. Eressos has a lovely strip of restaurants along the beach and it's nice to experience being in public places with mostly women. Of course most of us are lesbians, but nobody's asking, or cares. There were two sullen transwomen sitting alone in a cafe everyday, and nobody cared about them either. It was three flights and a long taxi to get there get there, but food and accommodation were reasonable. I wrote about the Lesbos festival and what I learned about Sappho. https://lindarosewood.substack.com/p/sappho