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Article: Andrea Dworkin and me.(in memoriam)(Obituary)
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- May 1, 2005
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I met Andrea Dworkin for the first time at the Madison airport in 1991. I was not entirely sure what she looked like and I was worried that I would not recognize her when she got off the airplane. Earlier that morning, I'd grabbed one of her books off the shelf at A Room of One's Own and memorized her author's photo: a black and white shoulder shot of a woman with dark, curly hair and a kind, yet mischievous smile. I hoped she had not changed much since the photo.
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I was nervous. Twenty-one years old, new to feminism, new to a life without drugs and alcohol, new to being out as a lesbian or bisexual--I couldn't make up my mind. ...