“The lesbian world that I first came into, here in Los Angeles almost 40 years ago, seemed to me to exist only in darkness,” once wrote historian Lillian Faderman in an open letter to explorers of L.A.’s June Mazer archives. “Our world seemed to have been invented in that moment of time. We had no past – or, if we did, no one knew or could tell me about it. Because we had no knowledge of those who came before us, our isolation and loneliness felt tragic and inevitable.”