If you’re experiencing the loneliness of being a feminist, know that others are feeling the same way, and maybe reach out to them. With the publication of The Well of Loneliness in 1928, lesbian author Radclyffe Hall “called for sympathy and understanding for the third sex of inverts such as herself, trapped in the wrong body, who could not help their condition” and “the topic of inversion became highly publicised”. She is angry, bitter and twisted and she wants the world to know it. Although “The Well of Loneliness” by Radclyffe Hall and “Rubyfruit Jungle” by Rita Mae Brown, are two starkly different texts that strongly reflect the feminist eras in which they were written, they have some similarities as well. The narrative voice asks that their contributions not be forgotten and predicts that they will not go back into hiding: "a battalion was formed in those terrible years that would never again be completely disbanded". Both the Well of Loneliness and the Unlit Lamp end in tragedy and Radclyffe Hall is apparently unable to do happy endings or to dissemble. So many of us are feeling this loneliness, you wouldn’t think we’d be lonely. That would be to betray her message. [29] In The Well of Loneliness, war work provides a publicly acceptable role for inverted women. But the people who have cut off the reach of our feminism have also made it harder for us to reach one another.