Volume 12, Number 2
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November/December 1985
Carolina Gay And Lesbian Association Newsletter
Does love need a minister, a rabbi, a priest? Is divine love ...
based on the permission of a decadent society?
Lillian Heilman
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Stop the Hatred!
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In recent weeks, the anti-gay element
on the UNC-CII campus has been building
steam. Beginning with a program on AIDS
by the Intervarsity Christian Fellowship
(a group to which I belonged for two
years), the religious Right will soon be
waging an organized assault on homosexual
ity. According to two CGLA members who
attended a recent discussion about homo
sexuality at the Chapel Hill Bible Church,
the groups will try to "love the homosex
uality out of us."
Below is a reprint of ray Letter to the
Editor of the Daily Tar Heel of Nov. 6.
Unfortuantely, while such letters do cause
concerned individuals to get involved.
they also fan the fires of the homophobes
and cause them to, among other things,
respond with their own Letters:
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To the Editors:
For the third time in two years, a pub
licity banner promoting an event of the
Carolina Gay and Lesbian Association has
been torn down in the pit. Each time, the
theft has occurred in the middle of the
night and was selective (i.e., other ban
ners hanging in the pit at the same time
were left untouched). Posters around cam
pus for the same event (a benefit dance
(see STOP THE HATRED on page 2)
On the Road to Motherhood
Some of you may have read my article on
artificial insemination. Here I am at the
climax of a 3-year journey through cer
vical caps, daily basal thermometers, and
Sperm-filled yogurt jars. At last, I am 8
nionths pregnant with a son growing wildly
in my body. My world and I change rapidly
in a twirl of activity.
My family has known for some time that
i am a lesbian trying to be a monmie.
Their hope that this might be a pliase was
hashed as ray belly swelled. My mother,
however, has turned into my protectoress
Against all conservative forces in ray
family. This 80-year-old woman rises
wielding her sword of, "She wants to be a
niother; she will be a good mother, and I
love her" to any critical remark made by
3ny relative or family friend. She and I
have become intensely close during this
time as both of us begin to really fully
Understand the other. My father sits
blinking and confused at the turmoil of
emotional changes around. He talks with
me cautiously but lovingly. He seems to
bring to conversation often his own
mother, a large, forceful Irish woman who
taised five sons alone in an Irish ghetto
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neighborhood of New York. While I seem to
have fallen into a magical pool of
relearning my parents and their rich oral
history, my sister and her brood would
prefer that I moved to another state and
another family.
The close people in my life are filled
with excitement, uneasiness, and wonder.
It is hard many times not to always talk
baby and to maintain normalcy in my rela
tionships. My stomach is often felt,
watched, and wondered over.
Susan and I moved from fear to joyous
flight. She lays her head to my stomach
each morning and evening, traces my
stretch marks, eyes the changes in my
breasts, reads baby books, and fingers
teddy bears. We talk endlessly about
fears of losing our relationship in rais
ing a child, how to maintain our lovership
and our own individualism, how to be co
parents legally and emotionally. We move
closer to one another both as we learn
more about each other and cling to the
last moments of being two rather than
three.
The outside work of employers, co-
(see LESBIAN MOTHERHOOD on page 4)