EDITOR’S LETTER
“Love Wins”. So go the t-shirts and the banners and the saccharine op-eds. The slogan has become eyerollingly ubiquitous, trotted out by writers, politicians and celebrities, seemingly without thought. But I don’t feel particularly victorious when I’m eyeballed on the bus, verbally abused, or when I’m having eggs thrown at me. I don’t feel triumphant reading that the perpetrators of a violent hate crime have walked free from court, and it doesn’t feel like a win when, still, DIVA are back of the queue for interview requests, because lesbians are just not that important to publicists and managers.