Scene I: It is a sunny, surprisingly warm early March day in 1991; sixteen women and two children are gathered in a living room in the Catfish Park neighborhood, considered by many the heart of the local lesbian community. Half of the women are sizably pregnant. It is one of those ill-fated potlucks in which everyone brings the same thing-in this case bagels and cream cheese. No one seems to pay attention to the bagels, however, as we move cautiously around the small living room, introducing ourselves to each other. We chat about how the pregnancy is going, who our health care providers are, what our families of origin think about the pregnancy, and whether we know the sex of the child.