“There’s not a lesbian hero that everybody can relate to.”
quoting Shazia Mirza
"Complete Hero" (2009)
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Martin Firrell 66
British artist and activist 1963Related quotes
Statement about World War II (written in 1943), p. 77
Wars I Have Seen (1945)
Source: "Why Are They Laughing In Those Cages?", in Travels in Hyperreality : Essays (1986), Ch. III : The Gods of the Underworld, p. 122
Context: The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else. If it had been possible he would have settled the matter otherwise, and without bloodshed.
Context: The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else. If it had been possible he would have settled the matter otherwise, and without bloodshed. He doesn't boast of his own death or of others'. But he does not repent. He suffers and keeps his mouth shut; if anything, others then exploit him, making him a myth, while he, the man worthy of esteem, was only a poor creature who reacted with dignity and courage in an event bigger than he was.
Written statement (June 1919), as quoted in Time magazine (24 July 2006)
Context: Everybody sees a difficulty in the question of relations between Arabs and Jews. But not everybody sees that there is no solution to this question. No solution! There is a gulf, and nothing can bridge it… We, as a nation, want this country to be ours; the Arabs, as a nation, want this country to be theirs.
“One of my first jobs was on a lesbian cruise. I was the ship comedian for the Lesbian Love Boat.”
From Her Tours and CDs, I'm The One That I Want Tour
“Why couldn't I get the lesbians for an hour? And the lesbian poet serenade my Mexican audience?”
Brown : The Last Discovery of America (2003)
Context: My reading was scheduled for the six-thirty slot by the University of Arizona. A few hundred people showed up – old more than young; mostly brown. I liked my "them," in any case, for coming to listen, postponing their dinners. In the middle of one of my paragraphs, a young man stood to gather his papers, then retreated up the aisle, pushed open the door at the back of the auditorium. In the trapezoid of lobby-light thus revealed, I could see a crowd was forming for the eight o'clock reading — a lesbian poet. Then the door closed, resealed the present; I continued to read, but wondered to myself: Why couldn't I get the lesbians for an hour? And the lesbian poet serenade my Mexican audience?
"Keep Gomorrah Weird", Texas Monthly (December 2004) http://www.texasmonthly.com/2004-12-01/friedman.php