Berkeley. Land of the coddled, where upper-middle-class white women romanticising peoples about whom they know nothing write poems.
Lesbian Love Poems.
It must be nice being able to think that you could be a lesbian in the land of Hezbollah.
Without, of course, being sentenced to be gangraped, gang-sodomized, and then summarily beheaded.
If you’re lucky, and they don’t include public stoning.
How anybody who lives in a place that espouses GLBT rights could be so fundamentally coddled that they could be praised and rewarded for writing love poems to people who are unreservedly proud to commit unspeakable acts of brutality upon the GLBT community at every turn… well, they’d have to be living in Berkeley.