I know this isn’t a fandom thing, but I really want to take a moment to talk about Sally Ride. 

Sally Ride, for those who don’t know, was the first American Woman in space, and she died last night at the age of 61 from cancer. 

And this morning it was revealed that she came out of the closet as a lesbian in her obituary, making her the first confirmed LGBTQ+ person to have gone into space as well. 

I met Sally Ride once, when I was very young. I must have been in first or second grade. My father, who was a newspaper reporter at the time, took me along with him to see Miss Ride give a talk at Texas State University (still Southwest Texas University at the time). 

She became one of my heroes. She, along with Jane Goodall and JK Rowling, became the women I most aspired to be in the world. I remember her as being a funny, kind woman who had so much to say about her time in space, her life, and what it was like to be the first woman from America to do such a thing. 

Hell, I made a diorama of her for a school project that year in our “American Hero” project. 

I know I like to reach to fiction for inspiration and empowering women on this blog, but it’s nice to remember that inspiring women breathe and walk among us every single day as well. 

RIP Sally Ride. You’re already missed. 


Another day of work, another prison fight that she had to patch people up after. Sally walked into the med bay with a sigh,but her annoyed look was quickly replaced with a smile when she saw who it was. “Back to see me already? Not that I’m complaining, of course.” She walked up behind the blonde, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder. “Why did you get in a fight?”