I was just writing about her new book, , wasn’t I…and what I suspected all along looking at those jacket covers is just plain true. Patricia Cornwell is a lesbian. Well, that settles that now doesn’t it.
From the Advocate.com:
The famed crime novelist has kept us spellbound with her fiction. Now she’s telling her truth-as a happily married lesbian who’s speaking out for equal rights…
“I’ll tell you something very interesting,” says Patricia Cornwell, fixing me with her Carolina-blue eyes. We’re sitting in the living room of a bird’s-eye suite on the 53rd floor of the Mandarin Oriental hotel in Manhattan, not far from the author’s own Hudson River-view apartment. “Many years ago I was at a dinner sitting next to Billie Jean King, and we were talking about this very issue, about being gay. And I said, ‘Well, to me, it’s a very private matter; I never deny it if I’m asked, but I don’t go around talking about it.’ She said, ‘Wait until you turn 50. You’ll feel different.’
“Well, I’ll be 52 in June, and she’s absolutely right,” Cornwell continues. “I don’t know what it is about turning 50, but a lot of things don’t matter as much anymore.” (Read the full article here)