#black sapphics

[homosexualprude]

We don’t talk about the intersection of race and wlw identity enough for my taste. I notice that a lot of white wlw talk about unlearning purity culture in terms of sexual desire, but they tend to assume it’s like this for all women. As a black woman, I have a complicated relationship with “purity.” I’ve experienced being assumed to be an inherently sexual being because of how my body looks. I’ve had several unsolicited comments on my body and been asked if I know how to twerk (in 6th grade, no less!). Scrutinized for my body. I developed an eating disorder I’m still trying to shake. 

Sometimes I loathe sex as I know it because so many rappers make songs about “liking girls who like girls,” learning about bi female musicians and then they do the same male-pandering sex acts in their performances (I don’t blame them per se... It’s an awful side effect of women’s sexuality being defined in relation to men), and hearing about how “it’s normal to like lesbian porn if you’re a straight woman.” I hate all of it and feel like black women are thrown in the middle of all these stupid sex-positive movements that only affirm sexuality in relation to men, almost especially if we’re sapphic. Bi women must perform for men by smacking bouncing asscheeks, stud lesbians must want to be men and have dicks, and femme lesbians secretly like dick and will “go back to men.” 

 The misogynoir in all of it isn’t talked about because wlw across races have similar experiences, but when black women are called whatever sounds the most dehumanizing at the moment by people who hate us, it gets more complicated. I’m sick of not getting any kind of depth as a sapphic, feeling like I have to “soften up.” Sapphic culture is suddenly gentle white lesbian poets and wildcard white bisexual women. 

I don’t know much about black sapphics’ history because I look for resources but it’s a bunch of history about white sapphics. Mainstream black history is so watered down and the straight black community cares until it’s about LGBT. They don’t want to talk about our history because they’re so worried about black people becoming the “face” of the community as if homosexuality is a threat to black power. 

I have no idea how dating dynamics worked before my era and I’m distraught because I only want to date women. 

#black wlw #black sapphics #bisexual women #lesbians #black bisexual women #black lesbians

[thundergrace]

#maisie richardson sellers #goddamn #the softest soft butch i ever did see #black actresses #black sapphics

[blacksapphicguide]

tender (Short film)

Available on Vimeo, Facebook and YouTube. 2020s short film. Romance, drama.

Plot points:

Conversations following one-night stands.

Queer sexuality.

Black sapphic couple (main).

Black writer and director (Felicia Pride).

Black sapphic characters:

Kiana Farelle Walker Lulu Trishauna Clarke

Connections:

Kiana x Lulu (black sapphic)

Sex & Nudity - Mild

Visual of butts as characters are twerking.

Violence & Gore - None

Profanity - None

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - Mild

Visible use of marijuana.

Frightening & Intense Scenes - Very mild

Conversations about a hysterectomy: scar and short mention.

#black sapphic #Felicia Pride #tender #short film #trishauna clarke #farelle walker #kiana #lulu #kianna x lulu #independent production #hysterectomy #one-night stand #black couple #black wlw #bsc #black sapphic couple #black sapphics #main

[lais-a-ramos]

on the first kill cancellation and what it tells us about representation in media

the most heartbreaking part about the first kill cancellation is that it’s an evidence of this trend in audiovisual media big corporations to profit over claims about representation, all while delivering the most sanitized and harmless to the consumption by the cis het , white, able-bodied etc people form of representation they could possibly offer.

because, that’s the thing, back in 2016, when lexa from the 100 and plenty other lesbian and queer characters in general were killed off of shows and it sparked a whole conversation over the "bury your gays" trope, our biggest hope was that having more people from marginalized groups making the decisions in the writers’ room and as showrunners would result in better representation for us.

and, the thing is that, while lots of people were concearned about shaming the show for having CGI problems – problems that are perfectly explained by the very low-budget the show got from netflix --, the truth is that first kill actually achieved a lot in the “representation on behind-the-scenes” front.

the author of the short story it’s based on, victoria “v.e.” schwab, is queer, identifying as gay and using she/they pronouns, and also signed as showrunner, inspite having an adviser role. Not only that, but victoria declared in interviews and even penned an article talking about how they wrote the short story and the pilot for the show in an attempt of giving to the new generations the representation she needed as a teen and longed for when she watched sci-fi/fantasy shows like buffy the vampire slayer.

the “the facto” shworunner, felicia d. henderson, is not queer, she is a cis het woman, but, she is still a dark-skinned black woman with a long and successful resumé in the show biz, with classic shows hailed by the african american community like fresh prince of bel-air and moesha under her belt, and who also worked for DC in their comics’ division (yeah, THE DC Comics) and worked on marvel’s the punisher, in other words, one of the best people you could possibly ask for to work on a sci-fi/fantasy show in which a huge part of the main cast is comprised by black people – actually, to work on sci-fi/fantasy shows in general.

both felicia and victoria have mentioned plenty of times on social media, interviews and so on about how diverse the writer’s room was.

not only that, but they also talked about how there was representation on the production crew as well . people on the camera crew, make-up crew, wardrobe crew, the cinematography crew etc, were all comprised by black people and queer people , an information that was also shared with pride and enthusiams by the leading actresses sarah catherine hook and imani lewis on their interviews.

so, the representation on FK wasn’t just on the characters on screen, it was on the entire production chain.

and, yet, it wasn’t enough for preventing us from losing the representation, because the show got cancelled.

this is not to say that we should give up on trying to get more people from marginalized groups working on behind-the-scenes or anything like that, especially because, I things are hard enough when we try to occupy these spaces, if we stop fighting for space, then that’s when things will not getter better AT. ALL.

but we should definetely stop to think about what do we mean when we say we want more representation and what kind of content we praise or not.

back in 2018, under the release of love simon on movie theatres, buzzfeed news published an article written by contributor john sherman titled “Popular Gay Media Is Still Focusing On Straight Acceptance, Rather Than Celebrating Queer Difference”, inspired mostly by the new york times article by queer and non-binary activist, writer, producer, television host and actor jacob tobia, “Does Gay Hollywood Have Room for Queer Kids?”,  and both articles pointed out how the movie’s entire narrative was structured around the Idea that simon was just like another guy, except that he was gay and reinforces the discourse that it’s ok to be gay, as long as you’re “not TOO gay”, especially considering the way the narrative uses feminine, gender non-conforming, flamboyant and campy gay ethan as a prop for masculine, straight-passing gay simon’s story, using the bullying ethan goes thru the entirety of the movie as an excuse for simon to not come out all while never really having simon acknowledging how he was embarassed by ethan because he was struggling with his own internalized homophobia.

four years later, and these articles are actually more relevant than ever.

because here is the thing: the discourse revolving around the need for more “wholesome” queer representation, while completely valid when it comes to defend the production of more LGBT+ content aimed at children and pre-teens, oftenly gets mixed up on the internet with very conservative opinions about LGBT+ sexuality, gender expression and lifestyle choices.

that is what is problematic about the heartstopper vs first kill debate, that started really as soon as the first teaser trailers for FK were released and people begin to make assumptions about how FK was gonna sexualize women and cater to the male gaze, and now took another turn after the cancellation news when FK fans, lesbians in general, BIPOC in general and so on started to point out Netflix’s and the entertaiment industry’s double standards when it comes to the representation of the LGBT+ community, favoring cis White queer, able-bodied, slim, masculine men over all the other groups in the community .

It’s not that heartstopper is bad or awful or that it should have been cancelled like first kill was, that’s definetely not the point.

heartstopper as a franchise is actually far bolder than love simon ever could, with the comics talking about topics like bullying and mental illness, shining a light in some topics not so talked about in media like anorexia and body dysmorphia in young boys, storylines that the fans hope to see in the new seasons of the show .

on top of that, it did a great job at portraying Nick’s realisation about his bisexuality and ditching the “bisexuals are traitors and manipulative” trope by contrasting nick’s honesty about his sexual confusion and his loyalty to charlie to the toxic and abusive way Ben treated charlie during their secret relationship.

still, it is a show that is centered around two cis White boys and that has lesbians, trans people and people of color as side characters at most, being in the background of the cis white boys’s love story, like a book footnote.

and the thing is, most people don't care about the book footnotes.

tao and elle, the straight couple formed by a cis chinese british boy and a trans black girl of egyptian descent, is still on the background, not the fore front.

and while tao defying gender norms about cis het boys is a very welcome change, nick and charlie, the main characters, are still pretty much very masculine, straight-passing boys. also, the fact that, from all the boys, it is the asian guy who is the less traditionally masculine when we consider the way western culture desexualizes and mock asian men

yes, charlie is bullied by the school’s rugby athletes for not being masculine enough, but, in spite of being gay, he is not much different from the same old cis het nerdy white guy in coming of age movies  and indie movies, who is sensitive and listens to indie bands and is some sort of “cool loser”.

and nick nelson is still the very stereotype of the masculine jock, except that he is the “gentle brute" type.

it’s important to note that not only non-binary bisexuals do exist, but also that gender non-conforming cis bisexuals exist as well. there are bi guys with a gender expression that is affeminated, and also there are bi girls with a gender expression that is masculine.

when it comes to the  lesbian interracial couple, formed by masculine white girl darcy and more feminine, dark-skinned black girl tara, they are side characters in nick and charlie’s story like tao and elle, having a smaller role than taoelle.

i actually remember reading somewhere that one of the changes the show made from the comics was to actually give a bigger role to tara and darcy, with the storyline about how their school reacted when tara came out actually being exclusive to the show, which means that their roles were even smaller.

and while it’s true that these side characters are still more rounded than your typical side characters, they’re still, guess what? Side characters.

people like tara and darcy, tao and elle deserve to be the main characters in their own fictional stories too, much like they are the main characters in their stories in real life.

people like calliope and juliette deserve to be the main characters in their own fictional stories too.

especially in a genre like the sci-fi/fantasy one, that is beloved by queer people and people of color for its fantastical elements and adventures and themes that flirt with the weird, unusual and that these and marginalized groups in general find comfort in because the social outcasts relate to the weirdness of it all.

so, it’s very important that we have shows like first kill and main characters like juliette fairmont and calliope burns, out and proud lesbians who are comfortable in their sexuality and whose biggest conflict with their families is not about their queerness, but because one is a monster hunter and the other is a vampire; who never get to face homophobia; and get to be the main characters and kick butts on screen and be the heroes just like cis het white abled-bodied people, mostly cis het white abled-bodied guys, get to do.

all this talk is because we have to question what has been sold to us as diversity and inclusion.

because diversity and inclusion don’t involve people from marginalized groups forcing themselves to fit into the standards of the dominant groups just to be accepted and be treated with basic human decency.

Queer people shouldn’t have to repress their sexuality and gender expression to be accepted, much like autistic and neurodivergent people shouldn’t have to supress their quirks like stimming  or the way they react to sensory overload to be accepted, or like fat people shouldn’t have to lose weight, or indigenous people shouldn’t have to abandon their cultures to fit in, or like people with disabilities shouldn’t have to display some form of productivity to be accepted and so on.

We shouldn’t have to water ourselves down, it’s society that should create a safe space so we can live on it according to our experiences.

and that’s why the discourses revolving around normalcy are so tricky and can get problematic very easily, because while it was useful in the past, as the buzzfeed article points out, it also reinforces the Idea that there’s something naturally wrong with being different from what society says it’s the norm.

and we can see the wa ythis mindset is spreading around the internet, even amongst teens and twenty-somethings, as we can see by the whole discourse against the use of the word “queer”, even if it was historically reclaimed by the LGBT+ community.

or the way we can see people on tumblr spreading the "the kinky community shouldn't be at pride" discourse.

“queer” is precisely about celebrating the differences as they are what makes the experience of being yourself so unique, and it’s also precisely a reaction about the way the narrative about LGBT+ activism was historically centered around the experiences of cis het gay men and cis achilleans in general.

so, when we see society being more receptive towards the boys from heartstopper and not towards the girls from first kill, it doesn’t happen by accident, it's a part of an entire social structure.

the same goes for the topic about femininity and sexuality. traditional social conventions about sexuality basically censor and  shame woman and transfeminine people for having any interest in sex and , something that, combined with the conventions about queer desire and attraction being wrong or predatory, creates a scenario of intense sexual repression in ways that it doesn’t happen with cis white men -- except for, maybe, the disabled ones.

the way people reacted so negatively against the calliette make out scenes wasn’t an accident, it was part of this structure that shames female pleasure, interracial sex, lesbian sex and acts like girls and women are uncapable of enjoying sex, having sexual desire  and having any interest in the matter.

that’s the kind of nuance that usually escapes from conversations about fetishization of women: it’s not that we are uncapable of sexual desire, it’s just that most of the narratives put us in a position of objetcs instead of agents. that’s what the male gaze is about, taking our agency and input on the matter from us to cater to cis het men’s fantasies of power.

and male gaze is not what happened in first kill, a show in which felicia, the showrunner, made sure to ask for the lesbians and sapphics on set for their advice and input over the calliette scenes to make sure the final product were true to the lesbian and sapphic experience rather than the assumptions of a cis het woman about the lesbian and sapphic experience. not only that, the show hired an intimacy coordinator, named dr. tiff, that, if I’m not wrong, is a queer woman as well, to help the actresses feel comfortable even with the smallest of touches, like a hand on a shoulder or a hug, and it was discussed amongst said intimacy coordinator, the directors, the showrunner and the actresses how to portray the scenes between calliope and juliette without sexualizing the teenagers too much, how to find a balance between showing the interest of non-asexual 16 year-old girls on sex and not oversexualising them . one can’t be further from the male gaze and fetishization as that.

still on the topic of sex, it’s not a coincidence that the general audiences were so receptive of heartstopper, because the show is almost devoid of sexual scenes.

of course, this isn’t a problem on itself, especially because it seems like the show is aiming not only at teenagers, but at children as well.

but it gets problematic when people begin to defend that all types of LGBT+ media representation should adhere to these standards even if they’re not aiming at children and pre-teens as their target audiences.

especially because it’s not just lesbians and sapphics, or just trans people in general, who are shamed and have their sexuality treated as inherently wrong and predatory, it happens with cis gays and achilleans as well.

again, and I can’t emphasize this enough, there is nothing wrong with heartstopper.

there’s nothing wrong with LGBT+ media that is fluffy, family-friendly and PG-rated.

the problem is that LGBT+ fiction, and fiction about marginalized groups in general, shouldn’t have to be forced to adhere to the fluffy, family-friendly, PG standards to have a space in media and not get cancelled by networks and streaming services; and that media companies are imposing these conditions for LGBT+ content because they know these standards are seen as harmless by the cis het white audiences, and, therefore, these media companies are profiting over a serious cause like that of diversity and representation all while continuing to treat the cis het, white, abled-bodied, skinny etc audience as the only valuable one.

this is not about fandom wars, and some people are right when they say that there is space for all types of queer shows, for shows like heartstopper and for shows like first kill alike.

the important question here is why is it that we from marginalized groups are forced to adhere to all these respectability politics to be accepted when cis het, white, abled-bodied, skinny etc  people aren’t.

don’t know whether first kill can be saved by another network like it happened with one day at a time, or what the future holds, but, that is the important question that we all should take from this mess.

and, most of all, we got to remember that we can and deserve to have so much better than what companies are delivering to us, and we don’t have to settle for less, in pop culture and in any other area of society.

#first kill #first kill netflix #first kill cancellation #calliope burns #juliette fairmont #calliette #calliope x juliette #lgbt #lgbt+ #queer #lgbtqia #lgbt representation #lesbian #lesbian representation #sapphics #sapphic representation #lesbians of color #black lesbians #sapphics of color #black sapphics #wlw #wlw representation #wlwoc #gay #bisexual #pansexual #save first kill

[fromblisswithlove]

loving black women is so easy. there’s so many writings about being loved by a black woman, but not what it is to love one, and it makes me feel like we only exist to love others and not to be loved. loving black women is so wonderful.

it’s so pure and soft and intricate and there’s so much i love about it. even the parts that are difficult feel like they just expand the ways i love.

it’s like speaking a specific language i never had to learn and it’s like tasting a familiar flavor or smelling something from a memory that’s made you feel like you are home safe.

i adore that i can love them this way, and i adore every kind of love i have with them. black women are so beautiful in every way and loving them is the same.

#wlw #wlw love #sapphic writing #sapphic post #lovepoems #sapphic #black sapphics #black lesbian

[scrivenerofchaos]

Shadows of Faith 1/3

SUMMARY - In "Shadows of Faith: The Corruption of Sweet Carmilla," we follow the story of Carmilla, a devout young woman who anticipates a traditional marriage arranged by her parents. However, as her wedding day approaches, Carmilla's nightmares grow increasingly vivid and disturbing. She finds herself consumed by hunger in her dreams and haunted by the sensation of being watched. Amidst the chaos of her nightmares, a seductive voice calls out to her, whispering her name, "Carmilla." This voice belongs to Desdemona who reveals to Carmilla that she will eventually lose her faith, at which point she will be ripe for the taking.

Carmilla’s Nightmare

Carmilla relished in her morning walk around the Everhart family grounds. A grand estate, purposefully decorated for each season and occasion from Gregory, her father’s library to Genevieve, her mother’s painting studio to the classroom where she and her brother, Benjamin, were taught etiquette and culture of the world. Carmilla followed the well-trodden grassy path created from years of her foremothers footsteps. The sun warmed her deep skin, likened to the soil of Mother Earth. She glided her bare feet across the blades of grass and dirt to be cooled before taking another tentative step forward. Her house was a home filled with memories she’d cherish forever.

She wondered how she could feel at home on her fiancé, Irvine’s land. He was, “a fine young man,” according to her father. A stranger to her. She couldn’t help her thoughts turning to dreadful things. All the musing made her head spin. A sinking feeling formed in her stomach. These were not the butterflies she read about in her romance novels. It was a more familiar feeling. She was hungry.

She sat at the dining table. It stretched the length of the room. There were no decorations centered, there was nothing on the table at all - no plates, cutlery or crystal.  She didn’t think it was odd, that her family were not in attendance. But the servants were nowhere to be found as well. The entire estate seemed devoid of people. She was alone and suddenly became aware of it.

Everything was still and quiet. Not even her old home made a sound, not a creak or settling noise. Carmilla struggled to remember how she got here, sitting at the empty grand table alone. Her memory faded, her skin still felt the warmed by the sun. She remembered that she was outside once. Why couldn’t she remember that?

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her. Nothing else mattered, she was starving. She made a move to leave the table, when she smelled the most delicious meal. A feast materialized before her, tempting her senses with its tantalizing aroma. She wanted nothing more than to take the food in her hands and bring it to her lips. In confusion, she hesitated, a fleeting thought came crossed her mind, how’d this get here? 

The gnawing hunger roared in her gut. Without hesitation she took bite after bite, hardly chewing, hardly breathing as she gulped each morsel down, each tastier than the last. She felt she would never get full. The more she ate the greater the pain grew in her stomach. She was so hungry, the food intoxicating, she could hardly get a hold of herself.

A voice, velvety and commanding, pierced the silence, calling out her name, “Carmilla.” The voice was strong enough to break whatever curse compelled her to eat without sense. She pulled herself away from the plate.

There at the opposite end of the table, a dark figure sat, still and quiet yet their presence filled the room. The air was dense, heavy. Carmilla struggled to breathe. She couldn’t see the stranger’s face as it was shrouded in darkness, she felt the tingle of eyes watching her. 

Carmilla swallowed the last morsel, before attempting to speak. She felt the urge to ask the dark visitor a question yet she didn’t know what. She whipped her face with a crisp white napkin made of cloth. As she returned the napkin on the table, a bright red stain caught her eye. She froze in confusion at the sight of it - it was blood.

In shock, she put her hand to her face and felt the congealed blood cling between her fingers, sticking them together, they formed ribbons as she pulled her fingers apart. She looked down at her plate as if that would grant her answers. That it did, in horror. 

As she struggled to comprehend the gore before her, the stranger’s voice, resonating, a haunting melody like chimes in the wind, “Carmilla.”

The room smelled of fresh cut flowers. She felt a powerful urge to shift her focus on the stranger at the end of the table. Yet, She couldn’t break her gaze from the carnage before her on the silver platter.

She couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. She shook her head in disbelief. “No, no, no,” Carmilla shook her head, covering her bloodied face with her soiled hands.

A familiar warmth enveloped her, “Carmilla,” sang her mother. 

Her mother’s voice, a sweet escape from the hellish nightmare. She sat beside her daughter, eager to start the day, holding fresh clothes and water in hand for her, “my darling, Carmilla.”

Carmilla jerked awake, startled but grateful to be free of the deep sleep. The sun’s raze flooded her bed chambers. A look of relief washed over her beautiful sweaty face.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Bad dreams again, my sweetling?” Her mother inquired, concern evident in her voice.

“Yes, but”, her mind losing the grip of the dream that felt more like a fading memory, “I can’t seem to remember it at all.”

”Ah, what a blessing then. We can focus on more important matters.” She set her daughter’s day clothes on the bed and poured a pitcher of warm water in the washing bowl. She gleefully continued, “We have wedding dresses to try on. They’ve just arrived this morning.”

Carmilla sat up slowly, the lingering fear of her dream made her feel sluggish. She felt the familiar feeling in her abdomen. She lifted her covers to reveal fresh blood staining her bed linen and sleep gown. Her mother, unshaken by the sight, did not hesitate to ring the bell for the servants’ assistance.

”Do not fret. We’ll get you freshened up.” Her mother assured her with confidence.

“I guess I won’t be trying on any dresses today?” Carmilla asked, disappointed.

”We can still peruse the selection,” she held her daughter’s hand, “You just rest. The first day of bleeding is always the worst. I will have the servants bring you your favorite.”

Her mother made a gesture to the servants without speaking a word. They moved in an organized fashion. They prepared a copper tub for bathing and fresh clothes for bleeding days.

She was served a plate of duck bacon, buttered toast with apple-cinnamon jam, freshly cut fruits and berries with black tea. Gazing at her food she felt a hint of nervousness but couldn’t remember why. 

Her mother distracted her from her anxious thoughts, ”When you feel better, we can take a stroll around the grounds if you desire. Exercise is good for you, especially on your Moon-day.”

She recalled the serenity of walking, then the dreadful feeling returned as if anticipating the other shoe to drop. The emotion soon passed, fainter now and weaker, she focused on other matters.

She forced a weak smile, ”I’d like that very much.”

In the dressing hall, several rows of pearly white wedding garb displayed before them, waiting to be chosen by Carmilla. She and her mother studied the dresses intently before moving to the next. A servant follows them closely, writing down their comments about each garment.

”Number…34,” Carmilla paused, making sure the servant wrote it down before continuing.

”I love the lace trim on the bodice,” her mother commented, the servant feverishly writing.

”It’s a bit tight here,” Carmilla criticized.

“We’ll send it to the tailor, of course,” her mother reassured, she couldn’t find a bad word to say about any dress, she loved them all.

The mention of a tailor and Carmilla’s mind reeled with thoughts. Each trousseau felt like clouds beneath Carmilla’s fingers. This was everything she dreamed of since she was thirteen years old. She had libraries full of diaries, vision journals and scrapbooks packed with artist’s illustrations, poems from classic writers, and her own prayers detailing her perfect life to come; her perfect wedding, her perfect husband and perfect children. Choosing the perfect dress with her mother completes one task from the list of to-do’s.

Carmilla decided to do a combination of her mother’s wedding dress and something new. Her mother’s wedding dress, passed down for five generations, didn’t quite fit her body type. She had wider hips and a deeper bosom than her mother. The sense of style had changed over the years, Carmilla desired to make a dress of her own.

The dress would be tailored by none other than the bride-to-be’s best friend, Emily. She was more than an expert tailor, she knew every curve of Carmilla’s body as they were once interested in heavy petting on the long and lonely nights.

Emily’s affections couldn’t be returned by Carmilla. It was unclear if it was the pressures of tradition and religion, economic status, or the fact that Carmilla couldn’t see herself happily wed to someone who couldn’t give her children. 

Her mother would say, “Have your fun with the girl now. When the time comes to make the family and your God proud, you must get married to someone who can provide for you as you provide them with future children.”

Emily is a tradeswoman. Carmilla is an Everhart. The Everharts amassed a great fortune from once being tradespeople several centuries ago. Now the family is a thriving business. Taking their special friendship seriously would be going backwards down the poverty line.

When Carmilla envisioned her perfect wedding, it was her betrothed that flooded her mind’s eye, not Emily. Her husband-to-be, is Irvine Quartermaine. A man her father approved of. He was of good stock, wealthy, and he’s a devout follower of Easis, like the Everhart’s. A perfect match for sweet Carmilla. 

And yet, she desired nothing more than to be held by Emily again. She couldn’t shake the forgotten nightmare, she had grown accustomed to Emily’s support. The ill-faded dream slipping from her mind like smoke in the air. She couldn’t tell if the sinking feeling in her gut was from her cycle or the ill night visions. No, this aching was deeper, the pain lingered in the body, like the dull soreness of fatigued muscles. 

She remembered the sleepovers of her younger days. Carmilla grew up sickly and bedridden most days. Emily would keep her company during those challenging times. They’d hold hands as Emily fed her because she was too weak to lift the spoon. When Carmilla woke up screaming, Emily would be there, holding her in her arms. She wondered if Irvine was as kind and gentle. He had to be, she dashed the thought of doubt, if he follows Easis’ teachings he has to be a good man. But what if he isn’t? Her stomach turned at the thought of her dreams being dashed. She closed her eyes and hurriedly plucked a pale bridal gown from the rack. 

Her mother smiled happily before confusion appeared on her face, “This one, love?”

She nodded her head before muttering, “I don’t feel well,” and hurried out the room.

The day yielded to the night. Carmilla drank chamomile tea to soothe her nerves. The uneasiness of the day melted into the rhythm of night. Cicadas sang and the cool breeze rustled the tree leaves. She looked at her bed intently before making her way to the walk-in closet. She borrowed through a forest of hanging clothes to reach a wooden box. She knelt before it as if praying. She opened the box to reveal an aged charm. This trinket was handmade. She gently took the charm into her hands and hugged it to her chest.

“It was only one bad dream,” her mother’s solemn voice came from behind her.

“I haven’t lost faith like you,” she walked past her mother to her bed.

--

Author's Notes: My inspiration - "Write about the love you've always wanted," My sibling told me.

#Shadows of Faith #my oc Carmilla #my oc Desdemona #my ocs abe #my ocs Carmilla and Desdemona #black writer #black artist #black sapphics #poc sapphics #queer poc #queer #lgbt #lgbtq #sapphic vampires #black vampires #poc vampires #fake religion #AU #dark fantasy #sapphic #sappho #cw gore #cw blood #cw carnage #art of abe #abe the artists #chaos noir

[blackandmatte]

Delinquents❤️‍🩹

#the owl house #toh #sketch #fanart #traditional art #disney #toh fanart #art #luz noceda #willow park #willuz #toh willow #toh luz #traditional drawing #sapphic #ship art #black sapphics #blacktober #the owl house season 3 #dana terrace #luz x willow

[islandyke]

Idk if anyone will see this lol but we have some bills coming up soon so sharing this and donating would be rly appreciated!! A lil sum extra so I can properly plan my baby to be my valentine and plan a nice date would be nice if possible too teehee <3

#caribbean lesbians #lesbians #black lesbians #black sapphics #sapphics #mutual aid #crowdfunding

[venusienne]

Post-concert pics from last weekend

#mine #I went and saw Smino n he ate that shit #lgbtq #lesbian #lesbians of tumblr #black sapphics #black lesbians #I luvved my outfit I must say

[duskerkeit]

a homage to Sappho - Norman Lindsay c.1928

#goth #black metal #pure black metal #goths #gothic #metal #gothique #goth girl #raw black metal #medieval #sapphic #sappho #lesbian #lesbians #lesbian art #lesbo #lesbian painting #antique #antique art

[blacksapphicguide]

Rafiki (Movie)

2018 movie Romance, drama.

Plot points:

African queer individuals.

African queer love.

Queer love in a forbidden environment.

Gender expression.

Religion and its intertwine to homophobia.

The powerful, healing nature of love.

Black lesbian couple (main).

Black sapphic characters:

Kena [lesbian] Samantha Mugatsia Ziki [lesbian] Sheila Munyiva

Connections:

Kena x Ziki (black lesbian couple)

Sex & Nudity - Very Mild

Implications of sex, mild caressing.

Violence & Gore - None

Profanity - Moderate

Use of fuck, shit.

Use of homophobic slurs.

A same-sex relationship is referred to as 'sick'.

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - Mild

Alcohol: Social drinking, occasionally.

Frightening & Intense Scenes - Moderate

Homophobia (verbal).

A group physically attack two female characters, resulting in visible injuries to the face.

Parent slaps a child in the face.

Scene with conversion intervention, intertwined with religion.

#rafiki #kena x ziki #nairobi #kenya lgbt #banned film #romance #drama #movie #blc #bsc #kenya #kenyan film #lgbt film #black sapphics #black lesbians #black lesbian couple

[foldingfittedsheets]

May I present: Leda and the Swan Princess! It's based on this post about a swan princess who refuses to go quietly in obscurity when cursed. (If you liked this one you will probably also like my other comics which you can find on my pinned post).

If you enjoyed and want to support a queer art student, you can tip me over on my Ko-fi! Tips help me out dramatically while I'm still in school!

#art #my art #comic #webcomic #sequential art #swan princess #wlw #sapphic #romance #swan #black swan #lgbtq #queer creator #wlw romance #leda and the swan princess #get it? #long post #do you love the color of the comic #ffs comic

[i-love-sufjan-stevens]

Vintage Photos of Queer Couples of Color

#queer #sapphic #lesbian #wlw #mlm #mlm post #mlm positivity #wlw yearning #wlw love #wlw positivity #queer history #black lesbian #gay man #black queer #black women #indian #desi #asian #lgbt pride #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq community #gay

[fromblisswithlove]

#wlw love #wlwpoem #lgbtq #black lgbt #black sapphics #blisspiperwrites #sapphic poetry #sapphic writing #sapphic #sapphic academia #wlw

[scrivenerofchaos]

Shadows of Faith

SUMMARY

TLDR: Rich little gay girlie goes through religio-spirito crisis

In “Shadows of Faith: The Corruption of Sweet Carmilla,” we follow the story of Carmilla, a devout young woman who anticipates a traditional marriage arranged by her parents. However, as her wedding day approaches, Carmilla’s nightmares grow increasingly vivid and disturbing. She finds herself consumed by hunger in her dreams and haunted by the sensation of being watched. Amidst the chaos of her nightmares, a seductive voice calls out to her, whispering her name, “Carmilla.” This voice belongs to Desdemona who reveals to Carmilla that she will eventually lose her faith, at which point she will be ripe for the taking.

Character's so far...

Carmilla Everhart (MC)

Main Character (MC)

Eye: Maroon Brown

Hair: Brown, tight coils

Height: 5'5"

Race/Ethnicity: If she was in our reality she would be Black/Bulani or African American

Their Vibe: Rich little gay girlie going through a religio-spirito crisis (tbh: this could be the summary actually)

Genevieve Everhart

Relation to Main (RTM): Mother

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Maroon Brown

Height: 5" 7"

Race/Ethnicity: Black/Bulani or African American

Their Vibe: A girl's girl, Thee Muva with no drama, she means business, about that action, don't play with Gennie Gen, she likes her husband deeply, she loves three things only: her children, resources ($$$$), and herself

Gregory Everhart

RTM: Father

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown

Height: 5' 8"

Race/Ethnicity: Black/Bulani or AA

Their Vibe: sweet man, good man, a bit misguided, he means well but fucks up occasionally

Benjamin Everhart

RTM: Big Brother

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown

Height: 5'9"

Race/Ethnicity: Black/Bulani or AA

Their Vibe: definition of like father like son bc he is a carbon copy of his damn daddy

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Author's Note:

If you have made it this far, thank you for reading. I appreciate you taking time to read my stuff. This little idea of mine keeps me going in ways no one could ever know.

#Shadows of Faith #my oc Carmilla #my oc Desdemona #my ocs abe #my ocs Carmilla and Desdemona #black writer #black artist #black sapphics #poc sapphics #queer poc #queer #lgbt #lgbtq #sapphic vampires #black vampires #poc vampires #fake religion #AU #dark fantasy #sapphic #sappho #cw gore #cw blood #cw carnage #art of abe #abe the artists #chaos noir #sapphoe

[blackandmatte]

Willuz @ Luz’s Quinceañera💜💚💃🏾💃🏿

I’ll learn to color one day😔😔

#dana terrace #the owl house #scrunkly scrimblo #the scrunklies #toh #art #black art #sketch #fanart #disney #girlfriends #dancing #gfs #toh hcs #traditional art #toh fanart #the owl house fanart #traditional drawing #black sapphics #sapphic #ship art #willow x luz #willuz #toh luz #toh willow #luz noceda #willow park #quinceañera #quinceañera luz