I am not here to entertain straight people. — Sarah Schulman
I am not here to entertain straight people. — Sarah Schulman
I am not here to entertain straight people. — Sarah Schulman
I am not here to entertain straight people. — Sarah Schulman
I am not here to entertain straight people. — Sarah Schulman
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I am not here to entertain straight people.

— Sarah Schulman
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