I’m lesbian, but I identify as “queer” more than anything else. When I lived in the Bay Area, I preferred “dyke.” “Lesbian” seems a little formal. [Queer and dyke are] more radical. They’re more rubbing people the wrong way. I kind of like that.
Although I have had close friendships with men/boys—I never had the sexual/emotional intensity [with men] as with women. I could probably have followed the norm, gotten married, but I wouldn’t have been happy. I’m not sure it would ever have worked. I wasn’t good about faking it—anything. I knew too young and I was pretty set to be with women. When in my late teens, I thought a lot about the possibility of being trans. But I was never that “butch.”[My nickname came from the book Poems for Peter by Lysbeth Boyd Borie.] Let’s see . . . [Reading from the book:] “Too Salty.”
“I hate to swallow ocean.
And it’s all God’s fault.
Because he could’ve put in sugar,
But he went and put in salt. ”
Sources: Interviews with Laura S. Hodgman on 9 November 2012, 3 December 2012, and 20 February 2014.