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Morgan Calabresé on coming out


In the late 1980s, I was delighted to discover N. Leigh Dunlap's comic strip Morgan Calabresé. It was mostly about a lesbian named Morgan (who always wore an amazing hat) and her friends (mostly lesbians and gay men) and lovers. It was funny and smart and political; I loved the characters, I loved the humor, and I loved the art.

The strip was collected in two books: Morgan Calabresé: The Movie and Run That Sucker at Six. And then, as far as I know, the strip ended, and Dunlap moved on to other things.

But every so often, various of the strips come to mind. The one that I think of most often is the one reproduced below; it's still relevant after all these years, and still a useful reminder to me in my own coming-out process.

In mid-2014, I finally went looking for Ms. Dunlap online, and found her website, and dropped her a note asking if it would be okay to publish this strip online. She said yes; I promised I would put it up within a few days; and then as happens with so many of my projects, the plan sat there languishing on my to-do list, waiting for me to scan the strip and post it.

Last night, I finally got around to doing it. So here's Morgan and her girlfriend Kyle, in 1988, talking about coming out. Click the thumbnail to view a larger version.

(Apologies for the slight wobbliness of the scan. I figured if I waited to get access to a flatbed scanner to do it right, it would take me another year to get around to it, so I went with the tools I had on hand.)


Morgan Calabresé!

...wait, N. Leigh Dunlap sells hand-carved yads? I wish the pictures were bigger, because as far as I can tell they look utterly lovely.


...By "yads," do you mean "wands"?

No, I mean yads. Well, she makes wands, too. Click on the 'Judaica' gallery and squint a bit.


Oh! I was unfamiliar with the term "yad," but now I've looked it up, as I should've done in the first place. Thanks for clarifying, and sorry for my confusion. Yet another area in which my upbringing was insufficiently Jewish.

Ah, well, I just assumed that everybody knows the word for the thing with the pointy finger on the end, right?


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