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"Every time I speak at a lesbian-feminist gathering, I introduce myself as a femme who came out in the 1950s. I do this because it is the truth and it allows me to pay historical homage to my lesbian time and place, to the women who have slipped away, yet whose voices I still hear and whose V-necked sweaters and shiny loafers I still see. I do it to call up the women I would see shopping with their lovers in the Lower East Side supermarkets, the femme partners of the butch women who worked as waiters in the Club 82. I remember how unflinchingly the femme absorbed the stares of the other customers as she gently held onto the arm of her partner. Butches were known by their appearance, femmes by their choices. I do it in the name of the wives of passing women whose faces look up at me from old newspaper clippings, the women whom reporters described as the decieved ones and yet whose histories suggest much more complicated choices. And if femmes seemed to be "wives" of passing women, the feminine protectors of the couple's propriety, it was so easy to lose curiosity about what made them sexual heretics, because they looked like women. Thus femmes became the victims of a double dismissal: in the past they did not appear culturally different enough from heterosexual women to be seen as breaking gender taboos, and today they do not appear feminist enough, even in their historical context, to merit attention or respect for being ground-breaking women."
- An excerpt from "The Femme Question," written by Joan Nestle and found in The Persistent Desire: A Butch-Femme Reader. (Emphasis in bold my own.)
#lesbian literature#lesbian#thatbutcharchivist#dyke#archived#lesbian books#publisher: alyson publications inc.#year: 1992#femme#femme lesbian#femme dyke#lesbianism#author: joan nestle#the persistent desire: a butch femme reader#joan nestle is a genius she is everything i worship her#UGH
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#Arizona#Gila River Indian Community#tiktok#archived#clean energy#climate change#climate justice#climate crisis#solarpunk#undescribed
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Beira’s Place: Thousands helped by Edinburgh rape centre set up by JK Rowling
A year on from the opening of JK Rowling’s women-only rape centre, thousands of victims have reached out for help.
A veteran of more than four decades protecting and sheltering women suffering sexual violence and domestic abuse, Isabelle Kerr was so passionate about supporting JK Rowling’s decision to fund a women-only centre that she came out of retirement to help set it up.
Speaking for the first time since Beira’s Place opened, Isabelle, 67, said: “The whole ethos of the place took me back to the grassroots of the women’s movement in Scotland, when women helped other women stay safe in an act of basic feminism.
“It was how women dealt with the practicalities brought about by the age-old problem of domestic abuse and sexual violence. I’m saddened to say very little has changed through the decades, which is why Beira’s Place has been busy from the moment we opened our doors.”
Isabelle said: “Men’s violence towards women continues unabated around the world. Justice systems continue to fail women with sentencing that rarely reflects the damage and trauma inflicted, despite these crimes carrying the possibility of a life sentence.
“We still have a culture where victims are blamed because of what they wear, where they went or what they did rather than holding the perpetrator to blame. It’s soul destroying.”
“Our phones started ringing the day we opened. They haven’t stopped. We’ve helped almost 2,000 callers looking for support. Over 250 survivors have used our safe space. Many told us they would not want to use the service if men were on the premises, either because they have been so traumatised or for cultural reasons.
Isabelle warns that much more needs to be done about identifying the escalating cycle of violence towards women. She said: “We don’t live in the kind of society where women and girls are safe from predators, stalkers, rapists and men who use coercive control to trap the vulnerable. We live in a society where women and girls have lost so much trust and hope in our criminal justice system that only 10% of violence and sex crimes are ever reported.
“Until we take these crimes more seriously, very little will change.”
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from @archived on ig . “After a three-year absence, for one night only, Alexander McQueen returned to the London catwalk on June 3rd of 2004. In association with his long-term sponsor American Express, "Black" was an ambitious performance that re-staged many of the defining moments of McQueen's legendary fashion shows. Iconic McQueen collaborators Michael Clark and Kate Moss were invited to begin the proceedings in a crowd-pleasing dance duet and the catwalk extravaganza was followed by a "Black" themed auction and a decadent party.”
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Drain Gang for 032c Magazine
Photography by Hendrik Schneider
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airplane seats
eren jeager x gn!reader
in which, you begrudgingly accept help from eren, a bottle of pills, and a gay couple sitting next to you with your flying anxiety.
content: flying anxiety, pills, erwin + levi being nosy asf, a very concerned eren :D
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The seven of you stand huddled at the airport gate, your tickets shooting out of the machine. As you grab the papers, still warm from exiting the printer, you groan at the seat numbers. Everyone managed to snag seats together except for you.
The seven of you move towards the gate, Connie reassuring you that at least you ended up with an aisle seat, meaning you’re free to escape and jump off the plane when you get too nervous. You prod your fingers into his forehead, rolling your eyes at his words.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. You’re no stranger to being surrounded by the uncomfortable and at times, you even welcome it. However, your deathly fear of airplanes was never something you were never going to embrace. To make matters worse, being separated from your friends and seated with absolute strangers did nothing to make the situation better.
Sasha buys you condolence snacks, telling you that maybe they’ll be really nice and you’ll sleep through the entire flight. You watch her pickpocket the snacks she gave you while you talk to Mikasa and choose to ignore it. It’s the thought that counts. Mikasa offers to switch seats with you, which you decline, since you know she isn’t a big fan of planes either. Jean tells you that your fear is irrational and that you should just ignore it, which garners him a punch in the gut from both you and Mikasa.
As you turn to the gate, you stare down at your ticket, watching Mikasa, Jean, Sasha, Connie, and Armin get onto the plane. You look over to your right and find Eren still standing next to you.
“I have something to help with your problem.” he says, his hands fidgeting behind his back.
You turn to him, a questioning look on your face. He pulls out a white bag, an orange pill bottle secured inside. Your eyes widen, looking up at him.
“I promise they’re safe. They’ll just put you to sleep for takeoff, which I know you said is the worst part. Maybe if you’re not awake for it, it won’t be as bad.” he explains, pulling out a water bottle for you as well.
“Okay, I’ll try it. Can’t promise it’ll work.” you say, shooting him a grateful smile. As the two of you head towards the gate, Eren rolling both of your bags, you feel yourself turn positively green.
You turn the corner, reaching the walkway onto the plane. You can see Sasha and Mikasa at the end, scanning their tickets and stepping onto the plane. You feel your chest tighten, the breakfast you had earlier coming up. The smell of the airplane reaches your nose, the fear creeping into your chest. You stop at the start of the bridge, your feet glued to the ground.
Sensing your absence, Eren turns around, looking over at you. He hurries over, his hands resting on your shoulders. He squeezes twice, instructing you to take two deep breaths with him.
“You’re fine. The pills are completely safe. I would never give you anything that would hurt you.” he says, his hands dropping from your shoulders to grab the ends of your wrists.
You meekly nod, still feeling positively green.
“Turbulence is normal. The plane is built to handle it. If it’s too much, we can switch seats so you’re with Armin and Mikasa. Come get me if you need me. Keep me updated on how you feel.” he says, his eyes searching yours for admittance.
You nod at him and brace yourself for the nineteen hour flight ahead of you. The two of you head down the walkway, scanning your tickets and stepping onto the plane. You leave Eren at the start of the plane, him settling into the seats he had next to Armin and Mikasa. Their row was directly behind Connie, Sasha, and Jean, who were already rationing (arguing over) the snacks they had bought hours before.
They all shoot you a thumbs up, as you trudge down towards the end of the plane to find your seat. As you reach the row, you find yourself seated next to two men who make eye contact with you as you sit down. The man seated in the window was reading a book, The Lost Book of Herbal Remedies. The other man, seated next to you, was cruising through the entertainment guide, browsing the National Geographic section.
You couldn’t help but admire how attractive they both were as you sat down. The man in the window was small, his jet black hair and gray eyes striking you. The man in the middle, directly next to you, had the definition of perfect blonde hair, his blue eyes glimmering in the fluorescent plane light. You think he could be a model if he tried. They were both wearing button up shirts, their slacks perfectly pressed. You suddenly feel awkward in your sweatpants and hoodie, but banish the thought all together.
You yank out the bottle Eren gave you from your pocket. You feel your hands shaking, reading over the recommended dose. One pill, with water.
“Get nervous on planes?” said the man next to you, shooting you a polite smile.
“That obvious?” you say, laughing awkwardly.
“I’m Erwin. Erwin Smith. My partner, Levi, has taken those before.” he explains, gesturing to the man in the window.
“I’m Y/N. Did they work?”
He looks up from his book, glaring at the two of you. You shoot him a weak smile, suddenly feeling guilty for interrupting him from the book he was reading.
“No.” he deadpans, returning back to his book.
Your heart drops. The smallest sense of confidence you had was shattered with his words. Or word. What are you supposed to do now?
“Excuse him. Do you have any companions on the plane? Levi has mentioned that a familiar presence makes the flight easier at times.” he asks.
“Yeah, my friends are all sitting up there together. I was supposed to be sitting there too, but my friend Jean messed up my ticket.” you respond.
“You can always turn to them for help, if needed. And granted, the pills did knock Levi out for an hour at a time, so it wouldn’t hurt to try them.” he says, smiling to himself. He returns to browsing the entertainment guide and you stare down at the bottle. You don’t miss the look Levi gives Erwin, the two of them communicating something that was lost to you entirely.
You tighten your seatbelt one last time and swallow the pills Eren gave you. You decide five is a good amount, enough to knock you for the first five hours of the flight, if Levi and Erwin’s words were correct. As the safety feature starts and the plane starts moving on the runway, you feel yourself getting a little drowsy, your eyes fluttering closed.
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Your eyes shoot open, your ears popping from the altitude. You feel yourself nestled in someone’s arms, the embrace tight.
You feel your blood turn cold. Did you fall asleep on Erwin after taking the pills? This has to be a new low.
You release yourself from the embrace, your cheeks turning red at the embarrassing thought. You feel him move behind you, his hand reaching for your shoulder.
“Y/N, you okay?”
You look back over, realizing you were lying in Eren’s arms. Eren. But wait, what happened to Erwin? You look past him, seeing Levi still sitting in his seat, leaning against the window fast asleep. So you didn’t imagine the men you were sitting next to.
“What happened to Erwin?” you whisper, rubbing your eyes to clear your sight.
“Who?” he whispers in response.
“The guy who was sitting here.”
“Oh, Eyebrows. Well, I came to check on you after we took off, but you were fast asleep. I came back after an hour and you were knocked out. I kept coming back, worried that you were allergic to the pills or that they were too strong or something. I think he felt bad I kept coming back, that he offered to switch so I could keep an eye on you. He’s sitting with Mikasa now.” he explains.
“That’s my fault. I took five of them instead of one. The guy in the window, Levi, mentioned that they don’t really work so I figured if I took more maybe they would.”
Eren narrows his eyes at you, looking into yours. In hindsight, you realize taking that many was a little bit too far. He reaches for your wrist, his fingers intertwining with yours.
“Don’t do that again.” he whispers, his voice slightly angry.
You feel the guilt sit in your throat. You knew Eren had a tendency to think in the worst case scenario, something you related to all too well. You place a hand on his shoulder, looking into his green eyes.
“Sorry, ‘Ren. I was just scared.” you whisper.
You see him soften under your touch, shaking his head at your words.
“I know. Close your eyes and rest now, don’t think too much about the plane.” he says, opening his arm for you to rest on his shoulder.
You nod, leaning into his shoulder, enveloped by the smell of his laundry detergent and honey dew cologne.
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After what feels like hours, you give up on trying to rest like Eren asked you to. He’s currently resting his head against your shoulder, fast asleep on your arm.
You look over to find Levi, awake and reading his book once again. You see that he’s nervously twitching his leg, looking unsettled. You feel guilty for letting Erwin move for you, especially when he mentioned Levi gets uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry Erwin switched. I wouldn’t have let him if I was awake.” you whisper, catching Levi’s attention.
Levi looks up from his book, his gray eyes glaring into yours. You curse yourself for speaking, having interrupted his reading for a second time now. You shoot a small smile at him, feeling your palms get sweaty as you feel Levi cursing you down to your soul.
“He kept coming back, pressing his fingers to your neck to make sure your pulse was still there. Six times in twenty minutes.” he says, after an unbearably long silence.
The guilt settling in your chest feels even worse, looking down at Eren who was still sleeping against your shoulder. You place a hand in his hair, untangling the knots forming at the back of his head. You feel your heart tighten in your chest, feeling horrible for worrying him, when all he did was make sure you were okay.
Some more time passes, Levi’s words still ringing in your heads. You’re dreaming up all the ways you can make it up to Eren, maybe convincing the rest of them to let him see the beaches in Amalfi, which were currently not on your travel docket. Or buying him a really expensive watch he had been eyeing. It was out of your price budget, but you could make it work.
Levi breaks the silence again, shutting his book.
“Let him help you. You’re not doing loverboy the service you think you are when you deny him.”
“Loverboy?”
He narrows his eyes down, signaling at Eren. You look over at him, confused at his words. Loverboy? He narrows his eyes down to Eren and then back to you. He turns back over to his left, leaning his forehead against the wall to sleep again. You look back down at Eren, left to ponder Levi’s words.
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At some point, you dozed off, your head leaning against Eren’s. However, the service announcement over the speaker announced that you would be landing in five minutes, strartles you awake. As you lift your head from Eren’s shoulder, you look over to see him with his glasses on, reading a book. The Lost Book of Herbal Remedies.
He closes the book as you sit up, his fingers brushing through the tangles in your hair. He smiles over at you, wordlessly placing a granola bar and a water bottle on the tray in front of you. You open your mouth to protest, but spot the back of Levi’s jet black hair, as he looks out the window.
His words from the night before ring in your head, the protest dying on your tongue. You take the granola bar, ripping into it. You look over at Levi and you swear the tiniest makings of a smile are spreading across his face. He turns to you, glaring at the sight of you looking at him. You smile in return, silently thanking him anyways.
As the plane hits the ground, you feel your heart ease, the cursed plane ride finally being over. Eren looks over at you, smiling at you as well, your hands still locked together.
As people start leaving their seats, you and Eren stand in the aisle, reaching for your luggage. You look over to see Erwin joining Levi, removing their bags from the compartment next to yours. You figure he couldn’t reach without Erwin anyways. Levi turns over to the two of you, leaning close to Eren’s face.
“Tell her what you told us or I’ll find you on the coast and wring out your neck myself.” he says, pointing his finger at Eren and stalking away to exit the plane.
You shoot him a confused look, shocked by the threat Levi had just made. Erwin turns to the two of you, placing a hand on your shoulders.
“The two of you look great together. Best of luck, Eren!” he says, striding off to join Levi, the two of them joining hands and passing you one last glance as they exit off the plane.
You and Eren quietly exit off the plane, with the five of them already at the gate, tracking down the hotel reservations.
“What were they talking about?” you ask Eren, pushing your bags down the bridge.
“When I asked to switch places with Erwin, Levi asked for one good reason as to why he should do that. So, I gave them a reason.” he says, pulling the hood of his jacket off the top of his head.
“Which was?” you ask, your voice trailing in the air.
He pauses, exiting off the bridge and turning to you.
“That you won’t accept my help. Or Connie, or Jean’s, or Mikasa’s. That you’ll suffer in silence, freaking out on planes, stressing during parties, crying on your birthdays. If I make one plane easier for you, maybe you’ll be receptive to the rest too.” he says, not missing the tone of anger in his voice.
You stare at him, stunned by his words.
“That and the fact that you took five pills instead of one nearly made my head explode.” he says.
“You needed luck to tell me that?”
You see the frustration in the lines of his forehead, the reason for his anger lost to you completely.
“I needed luck to tell you that I like you.” he says, practically seething.
Levi’s words from the plane ring back to you. You’re not doing loverboy the service you think you are when you deny him.
You swallow the lump in your throat. Eren likes you. Eren likes you. The thought of confessing makes you nervous, the thoughts of him running in the other direction passing through your mind.
You’re not doing loverboy the service you think you are when you deny him.
Levi’s words weigh heavy on your conscience, with Eren still waiting for a response. You leap.
“The thought of you makes me nervous. Every time you look at me, my heart starts racing, pounding in my chest. Every time you touch me, my skin burns at the touch, tingling for minutes after. Every time you speak to me, you make my heart glow.”
You look up at him, not missing the shock plastered on his face.
“Make it easier for me to look at you. I need your help because I don’t know how to do this with you.” you say, the words trembling out of your lips.
He looks at you, his eyes softening at the sight of you. His hands rise to cradle the sides of your cheeks. You squint at the contact, feeling the nervousness rise in your chest again. His lips rest against the top of your forehead, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your skin.
“We’ll go slow. Until it’s easy to look at me. Then to touch me. And then to talk to me.” he says, whispering against your hair.
You smile up at him, the nervousness in your chest settling down. You nod, returning the smile he’s giving you. The two of you link arms, passing Levi and Erwin in the store nearby, joining the group at the end of the gate.
You don’t miss Erwin and Levi’s stares, silently wondering if they stood around to watch you and Eren exit the plane. You wave at them as you pass, smiling brightly at the two of them. They quickly turn heads, pretending not to see you all together.
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“Told you they’d get together. She’s definitely less stubborn than you were. ”
“Shut up, Erwin.”
#eren x reader#eren x you#snk x y/n#snk x you#snk x reader#aot x reader#aot x y/n#aot x gender neutral reader#attack on titan#attack on titan x reader#shingeki no kyojin#eren jeager#eren jeager fluff#eren jeager x reader#seeingivywrites!#archived
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original callout post is by @menheratic !! if you want more info, please ask them. i am merely reuploading the original callout post of ezaki. please do check out the link of the jp community calling him out in 2019 ^^ https://togetter.com/li/1327770
! The following post talks about the various bad things that Menhera-chan's creator, Ezaki Bisuko, has done.
Here a japanese summary of all the shit he did so far, including but not limited to:
• registering Yamikawaii as trademark
• sending his fans after gyaru YouTuber Usatani to harass her into a suicide attempt over unknowingly buying a shirt with stolen PPG fanart he drew
• himself buying products with stolen art, even promoting their sales, because it’s totally ok when he does it
• the reason why Usatan’s original design was changed aka it was a ripoff of Cult Party’s iconic rabbit mascot that was designed by their artist Maromika-chan
• wrote a whole guide on how to legally get away with sex work as child
• proof of him tracing art for the more detailed MCH artworks
• how he attended the Menhera Exhibit only to smear misogynist bullshit with blood on maxipads
• complaining about how anime for little girls are evil feminist agenda TM because ain’t nobody need men to be saved anymore
• boasting about being a fashion designer only selecting the finest fabrics for his merch when it’s actually made by the japanese equivalent of Redbubble
• “parody” works featuring child characters like Chibi Maruko-chan prostituting themself, the message being all women are whores regardless of age for the right amount of money
• the small “terms and conditions” shield he has at his con booths where you agree that you need to buy anything you touch
• how he setup an earthquake victim fundraiser only to keep the money
• telling his english fans they are not allowed to use any of his art for private use, like as icon, unless they pay him
• how he wants to move to the US when he turns 30 because of all the evil haters TM in Japan
• copyright claiming everyone left and right
• japanese Menhera speaking out about he keeps hurting the community
In regards of the maxi pads:
TW, CW // nooses, misogynistic text in red on maxipads
Our favorite being the second row second one, “Abortion is murder”.
Some more recent event: When he started harassing and hating on disabled people after Tokyo Fashion translated a Tweet of his because being disabled is discriminating yourself.
It’s like a trainwreck that refuses to end, now with 100% more crypto on NFT while shitting on those who warn about the dangers.
His NFT sales can be found here: https://foundation.app/@bisuko_ezaki
For some reason, after 7 years, he also decided to re-release the infamous wrist-cut bracelet to sell at events. The leader of the Neo-Decora group bought one for example:
TW // Bracelet that imitates sh, includes blood
Also keeps doing collabs with “Tokyo Uragawa” under Yamiko so Seigi (Mental illness is justice), which focuses on self-harming girls as fetish objects.
TW, CW // drawn sh
Recently, he also wrote a long-article on his definition of Yamikawaii:
https://harajuku-pop.com/67775/
Still not sure where overseas people got “this is about mental health awareness” from, might be based on mistranslations because the word for mental health and illness is one in the same, and his definition is about glorifying mental illness. In fact, this is why he was banned from Tumblr because he kept posting other people’s self-harm photos to his aesthetic blog Menherabusu.
Next up: Made suicide baiting posts over his following decreasing in the hopes of getting attention, fans sent him photos of cute animals to cheer him up, and he decided to post about destroying the pictures.
Tbh, this list could go on forever as he does this kind of bs on an almost daily basis now, but apparently people don’t care enough to stop throwing money at him.
Meanwhile the Japanese community made a whole Wiki for tracking all of his drama considering how much it is by now.
https://ezabisumatome.wiki.fc2.com/
TW // mention of shotacon
Decided to nickname himself Shotabi, the name being a combination of Shotacon and Bisuko, while using nsfw anime edits of male child characters in sexual situations as decor for his selfies.
𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝:
Is it ok to still like Menhera-chan?
𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫:
Sure, the problem is really only Ezaki himself and his increasing problematic remarks fueled by his ego, the manga is a lot older than him being like that.
Fun fact: Ezaki actually hates Menhera-chan because it's the only thing he ever gets approached for by the media, he constantly rants about this on Twitter. If you have noticed, he barely makes new MCH content anymore (unless he gets paid for it) and mainly reposts old artworks and fanart (without permission) instead because it's the only way he can still get attention as his other works, like the misogynist Manapisu, which is just him hating on women as "dumb wh*res" as a manga, flopped badly.
Just try to not fund his bs by buying new goods.
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Hello Tumblr!
You may call me Llama.
Any pronouns work, but I prefer she/her, and I always encourage creativity.
If you wish to know, I am an artist, writer (soon to be auþor), composer, photographer, and general consumer of trash!
I have a vast knowledge of ðe cosmos, as any good witch does, and I always appreciate more knowledge, so feel free to send me asks about your hyper-fixations!
You can find me here, cohost (under ðe same username), and (coming soon) YouTube! (And maybe bandcamp in ðe future)
For my writing work, you can find it mostly under "#llama writes", and all my art under "#llama art". I won't be posting my art very often here due to recent up ticks in bots scrubbing for art, but you will be able to find almost all of my writing on cohost under ðe same tags.
My previous pinned post can be found here
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Have a wonderful evening to all, and I will be forever yours, until ðe sun and moon collide,
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"Today, I am wearing my hair long and permed into full curls around my face, tying it up in sheer, silken scarves. I often choose to be late for a date rather than go out feeling "unfinished," which some days means a little powder and Chap Stick and other days means a total makeover. I wear long silk shirts and fluffy sweaters when I want, and regard the word pretty as a compliment again. Still, I know I am regarded as a failure and even a traitor by many in this [lesbian] club because I suffer occasional self-recrimination for being a size sixteen instead of a size six, because I enjoy wearing miniskirts and stockings, because I apparently care about and conform to the opinions of the "wrong" people (people in that other world who label us unacceptable or unfit). They say I am selling out, catering to patriarchy, being codependent on my mother and her opinions. Choose your descriptors, choose your chains.
Too often, the saleswomen of the so-called freedom are more like the neo-conservatives and fundamentalists of the world, who say, "Do it our way or don't expect any privileges." They are not selling us the right to be who we want to be, they are selling us the right to be what they believe we should want to be. Sometimes, those rights are the same thing. More often, they are not. And when they are not, worlds may collide in a firestorm of indignation, embarrassment, and rage.
I want that freedom they sold me. I want the freedom to love women, passionately and overwhelmingly. I want the freedom to love them the way I want, whether I wear a lace dress or jeans, whether I wear press-on nails or no lipstick. I want the freedom to feel sexy at 170 pounds. I want to do aerobics without resorting to stealth maneuvers. And I want the freedom to be who I am, without embarrassment or fear. I want no exceptions, no contingencies, no caveats. And if our community cannot--or will not--grant that freedom, I, and those like me, the rebel-conformists if you will, will take it. We will even steal it if we must. They'll be surprised at how fast we can run in those tight skirts and pumps."
- An excerpt from "Supercolliding over a Twinkie: Angry Musings from a Femme in the Deep South," an essay written by Constance Lynne for The Femme Mystique. (Emphasis in bold my own.)
#author: constance lynne#the femme mystique#author: lesléa newman#supercolliding over a twinkie: angry musings from a femme in the deep south#essay#lesbian essay#lesbian literature#lesbian books#femme#femme lesbian#femme dyke#lesbian#thatbutcharchivist#dyke#archived#publisher: alyson publications inc.#year: 1995#i feel like i'm missing tags but ... hmm. this will just have to do for now i will fix it later as needed
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dlstmxkakwldrl (archived)
#220419#shinee#onew#lee jinki#jinki#ljk ig#ginger jinki#marie claire '22#behind#lq#dice era#solo photoshoot#archived
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Archived photoshoot at Maxfield LA exhibition "Furnished Room"
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Lunatics: J.K. Rowling is lying about her past! Just read this article!!!
Me: J.K. Rowling shops at Agent Provocateur? 💖💖💖
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He really hadn't meant to wander so long. He'd promised Tails he wouldn't leave him to fend for himself ever, let alone with a stranger who'd only recently graduated from enemy to acquaintance...
But he notices how innately comfortable they are in each other's presence despite both of their inherent distrust of the unknown. Maybe it was an islander thing? They'd technically all hailed from tropics, albeit some brought up more isolated than others.
The echidna sort of reminds him of his little brother in a way though; he'd seen them both once owlishly blinking at the smallest display of acknowledgement, almost as if they weren't quite used to it.
Both seemed to live their lives within the whispers of the trees he normally barreled through, finding the roar of the wind that followed behind him a much more fitting announcement of his presence.
But today he walks slowly, trying to be as respectful as Knuckles' fragile heritage demands with this bundle of sticks and twigs he'd collected for the fire in his arms that were probably older than all three of them combined.
He'd been the natural candidate, of course, when the flames they rested near began to flicker and dwindle, and while it was normally his responsibility to rekindle it in any way he could for Tails' sake, the darkness this time wasn't really all that bad, with the looming glow of the Master Emerald's shrine just up the hill.
That, and he still didn't really know his way around, seeing as how the first time he'd traversed Angel Island he didn't exactly have time to sightsee.
Knuckles points him in the correct direction though, but not after a stern warning to keep to the path and to not take more than what was needed, followed by a somewhat skittish reminder to "thank the trees" for their contribution, regarding them not unlike the way Tails would a tool he was particularly fond of.
In that sense, he'd watched as Tails nodded sagely, with all the wisdom he'd been born with.
"Oh don't worry, Sonic's never wasteful! I've seen him eat so many hot dogs off the ground, I swear-!"
He hadn't stuck around long enough to witness whatever expression that conjured, though he was sure from the way his little brother laughs as he left that the eyeroll was nothing short of legendary.
The echidna's faith in him remains a bit more underwhelming.
He understood the importance of as well as the respect demanded by the natural forces that sustained him, just as much if not more than anyone else.
But his parting words, while scathing to a degree, still melted his tough, weathered exterior to reveal something more tender and unavoidably naive beneath.
It's visible on the tiny notches he passes by, etched into thick and sprawling trunks like little more than old scars from a bygone time. He finds it in the withered flowers strewn about a felled tree's resting place, each of its many rings marked to track the time like wisdom from the only elder Knuckles ever knew.
He couldn't have been more than 13, and yet...until he'd entered the picture by accident, they were what little company Knuckles kept on this island.
#archived#sonic#sth#miles tails prower#knuckles the echidna#classic crew#these three mean everything to me
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Jak, Ratchet, & Sly Cooper (Manga) | Monday, 02.19.24
Which manga series do you prefer? Either from Jak & Daxter, Ratchet & Clank, or maybe Sly Cooper?
Jak & Daxter (?)
Ratchet & Clank Bang Bang Bang! Critical Danger of the Galaxy Legend (2005-2008)
Phantom Thief Sly Cooper (2005)
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