Hortense on Tuesday Night
A Storyby Marie Houzelle
October 1975. Marianne and I want to start a Married Women’s Group. We feel we have to do something for our sorry, forgotten minority: women in heterosexual couples, mothers. There’s no room for us in the women’s movement: you’re assumed to be lesbian or, if you’re not, to be working on it. Associating with men is a bad habit that should have been discarded long ago. I don’t disagree with that; but here I am, stuck in a pleasant-enough marriage, with a little daughter and also a male lover. The whole setup is not going to disappear overnight.