Searching for dinosaurs, trapped by ice pack, and possibly homophobic paleontologists are all part of Lucy Jane Bledsoe's essay, Finding Myself in Antarctica in The Gay and Lesbian Review. At the same time (or really) she tells us of the importance of writing fiction, of imagination, of transgression. All this she says "is why I’ve always defended the coming out narrative as enduringly important."
This is such a good essay. This is how I try to write. Once again I tell you, ever since I read Lucy's The Ice Cave, I've hoped one day to write essays that a reviewer describes as the love children of the writings of Lucy Jane Bledsoe and Kenny Fries.