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The Wildest Winter

In the cracks of light, I looked for you

Summary: Viviane had not been Under the Mountain. As her childhood friend, Kallias had been protective of her to a fault over the years- had placed the sharp-minded female on border duty to avoid the scheming of his court. He didn't let her near Amarantha, either. Didn't let anyone get a whiff of what he felt for his white-haired friend, who had no clue- not one- that he had loved her his entire life.

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[six months before the curse]

“Are you sure about this?” Viviane asked, eyeing the curved blade in her hand. Not with distaste for the crystalline steel glimmering beneath a full sun, but because it was inherently an unfair fight. She had to wonder if Nikolai, who had remained behind after Calanmai, was even aware of what she could do with carefully timed ice alongside a Winter Court blade.

Nikolai had stayed to help her train more sentries they hardly needed. Autumn wasn’t so desperate they’d stage an invasion, though Kallias was unnerved after the ice bridge had gone tattling to the High Lord, who of course had money for more soldiers. Nikolai was to oversee and Kira had been begrudgingly called back to court.

That, Viviane supposed, was for the best. Nikolai had come home that morning coated in blue, his eyes wild, his skin practically frosted over. Whatever had happened had unnerved him enough he refused to speak about it and Kira had sworn up and down nothing had happened.

Viviane wondered which was worse—they had sex and it was so good it freaked them out, or it was so bad they couldn’t make eye contact any longer.

That was how she felt with Einar. All that build up only to be fucked on his dining room table for the better part of two hours. She hadn’t dared tell Kallias the reason she couldn’t finish wasn’t because Einar was no good—he’d done his best with his lips and tongue and teeth—but because she couldn’t get her friend out of her mind. She’d tried. Viviane had taken control, had climbed into Einars lap, eyes locked on his.

Not Kal, not Kal, not Kal—

For all the good it did. In the end she’d faked it and gone crawling home like a miserable, terrible friend. Viviane still didn’t know what had possessed her that day. Maybe Calanmai merely heightened the tension growing between them, twisting it into lust. It had faded by morning—faded with each new carefully drawn sheet he’d made for her where he detailed how much it cost to treat the water each month. She’d fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder and woken alone in bed. Kallias had likely put her there before venturing into the city himself, because when Viviane woke, he smelled as though he’d been drenched in arousal not long before and his hair had been wrecked.

It didn’t inspire jealousy in her, at any rate, which made it easy to write the whole night off as a one off.

“Square up, Viv,” Nikolai ordered. She almost rolled her eyes at the command. They stood down in the valley in a makeshift training ring Kira had erected decades before. It would have been the perfect place for expanded barracks and an armory, had the High Lord ever allowed her such a thing. Perhaps Nikolai’s influence would change all that. It was the second to last missing puzzle to crafting her city as a major player. The very last was convincing both Kallias and the High Lord that the emissary from Hybern should be allowed to visit—to trade with them. Not just Hybern, of course. Autumn, Spring, and Summer, too. And with even a fraction of the High Lord’s court coming to live in Wegen, even if it was just to ski when the weather was mild, was enough.

Barracks first.

Nikolai pulled his icy blade from its sheath, the metal singing in the air. Viviane ignored that Einar had come to watch, his dark eyes blazing with curiosity. She also ignored that Kallias had said he’d come three days before and still hadn’t. All of those things were distractions.

She twisted her blade, offering a show of her teeth that wasn’t quite a smile. She waited for him to lunge before offering her own strike. Nikolai, she’d been told, had some magic of his own. Viviane wanted to find out just how much. And, perhaps, wanted to show off to the people she oversaw, if only a little.

It was a careful dance of her feet and body, of knowing how she moved against the wind and the squelching mud. Nikolai was a warrior, trained just as she had been, though not quite as quick on his feet.

Not as careful with his magic. He was the first to strike, panting as he sent a blast of skin shredding ice her way. Viviane barked out a laugh, dodging it easily.

And then rained a torrent upon him. Nikolai had to choose between defending his person with his blade and risk her icy wrath or block the ice and risk her blade. It was the oldest trick in Viviane’s book. She thought that because she used her magic so infrequently, and never at its full intensity, that people often forgot what hummed in her veins.

Forgot why a future High Lord courted her attention.

“Mother save me, Viv,” Nikolai panted. “Were you trying to kill me?”

Her victory was short-lived. As she walked to her friend, offering him a hand and noting where the blood staining his lips and cheeks, a new voice called through the mountain air.

“Now me.” Nikolai’s smirk told Viviane everything she needed to know. She turned, her eyes finding Kallias as he swung his powerful body over the fence with ease. Just to the left of him was Einar, watching her friend with guarded, almost distrustful eyes. She’d forgotten he’d only been interested in her when he learned Kallias was up at the palace.

It was a question for another day. Kallias had never once let her beat him and Viviane didn’t relish being beaten into the dirt in front of all the people she was supposed to oversee.

“Where’s your sword, Kal?” she taunted, annoyed when Nikolai handed his over before leaving them alone in the muddy pit.

“Miss me?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. The cold air ruffled at his white air, all but kissing his fair cheeks red.

“Were you gone?” she replied blithely, pretending to examine her blade.

He shook his head, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “I missed you.”

“Why wouldn’t you? I’m funny, I’m pretty, I’m smart…all the things you lack—”

His blade sang through the air before she could finish, crashing into hers with such force it made her bones vibrate. Gone was Kallias’s easy amusement–those eyes were practically granite against his glacial face. She had to remind herself that this was how he focused—this was how he’d always been in the ring.

Your enemies won’t smile when they kill you, Viv.

She smiled, noting how he stumbled ever so slightly—not enough to turn things in her favor but enough to remind her that Kallias was so easily distracted by someone acting in a way he didn’t expect.

She sent him that first blast of ice, catching him against the cheekbone. He snarled, flinging his own magic viciously back at her. He was so much stronger she couldn’t avoid it all—she felt the burning sting against her exposed neck. She smelled the salt of her blood in the air but didn’t dare touch it. Not when Kallias’s blade came singing towards her. Viviane slammed to the ground, her whole body squelching into the cold, muddy ground in an effort to block him.

It was easy to forget what Kallias was beneath his refined clothes and his fascination with numbers. He’d taught her to fight, afterall. His body was a weapon—he was an animal. He snapped his teeth against the cold, one of his thighs pressed between her legs as he bore his blade closer and closer to her wound.

Viviane took a risk, letting go of the hilt of her sword to press her frosted palm against his face. He roared against the pain, distracted just enough for her to plant her boot into his chest and push away. There was nothing fun about this fight anymore—it wasn’t quick like with Nikolai, nor was it particularly like a dance. It felt like a true battle where only one of them could walk away with their pride unwounded.

Kallias sent another vicious blast of ice and wind directly at her, one Viviane offered up in equal measure. He cut his face again, though not half as bad as his own shards, which sliced through her jacket, exposing her skin to salty mountain air.

She hissed, slammed right back to the ground as Kallias snarled in her face. His teeth were inches from her neck, his thigh wedged between her leg so hard she could feel the radiating heat. The only thing keeping him from pressing his body wholly against her was her blade between them.

Her arms shook from the effort.

“Surrender, Viv,” he whispered. “Let me clean up the blood.”

“You’re a bastard,” she replied. It didn’t matter. He wrenched her blade from his hand, tossing it to the ground and then pressed his own gently against her skin.

“An admirable effort,” he murmured, removing his blade and replacing it with his hand. All at once his body was off hers and Viviane couldn’t decide if she was angry or she was disappointed.

She took his hand, her body aching as she stood. No one made a sound—not Nikolai, who watched with eyes rounder than saucers.

And not Einar, who had gone ashen in the wake of their brutal showdown.

“What’s with them?” she whispered, letting Kallias brace her body against his own.

“They’ve never seen your kind of raw power,” he offered charitably. And maybe that was true. Maybe they hadn’t expected that kind of magic to blow out of her.

But privately, Viviane thought it was Kallias who had surprised them. She’d forgotten what he was like when he was unleashed—how uncomfortable the High Lord had once been of him and the magic glowing silver from his skin. No one had ever dared voice those concerns out loud, but Viviane understood them as she looked from the shocked faces of the warriors around them.

Kallias had all the markers of the next High Lord.

She reached between them for his arm. She didn’t want to think about how she’d lose him should that ever come to pass.

“Take me home,” she murmured, pressing her head into his shoulder.

He was just her friend—at least for now.

KALLIAS:

[five months before the curse]

“Kal–” Kallias cut off her breathless plea, his tongue delving back into her mouth. More, he needed more. He couldn’t stop the desperate glide of his hands over her naked form, mapping her skin beneath his palms. Beneath him, Viviane moaned, grasping at his hair so viciously she was in danger of pulling the strands out by the root. He didn’t care.

Still clad in his pants, he ground against her, desperate for relief. Kallias was drowning in the scent of her arousal, drinking it down while he tasted every inch of her mouth. Kallias needed to put his tongue between her legs, needed to know if all of her was sweet. She was warm here, open and inviting and he was so wrecked he couldn’t get his stupid body to catch up with his screaming brain.

He was running out of time. He couldn’t explain it. Something was ticking loudly in his head, some countdown to his doom he wanted to avoid. Wanted to ignore in favor of his female clawing at his back.

“Kal,” she panted, arching her neck so he could nip kisses down her skin. His fingers tugged and teased at her pebbled nipples, drawing more of her arousal into the air. Burying his face between her breasts, Kallias inhaled deeply. This was what he’d been missing. This was what he needed.

He’d never felt so wild in his life. He was unrestrained for perhaps the first time in his life and it was all Viviane’s fault. He pushed apart her legs roughly, taking a moment to admire the splayed out form of her on his silken silver sheet.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, lifting her leg to press feather soft kisses up her thigh. She squirmed, eyes locked on his face. She wanted to watch? Kallias held her gaze, lowering his face until he could kiss the pale, pink lips of her cunt. Viviane exhaled, whimpering for more.

It was a dream, he thought. She was a dream, spread open for him to taste. He went to take that first hot taste of her, to slick his tongue over her clit—-

A banging on Kallias’s bedroom door dragged him from an all too familiar dream. He’d never gotten that far before. Usually Kallias woke just as he was about to remove her clothing. To find his head between her parted thighs was a new, almost exciting development, at least where his imagination was concerned. Nothing had changed between him and Viviane. As far as he knew, she was still seeing the disappointing male in Wegen and he was…well, Kallias was doing the world's shittiest job courting her. Unless, of course, utterly obliterating her with his magic counted as some romantic overture.

He very much doubted it. Viviane might have forgiven him for it, but the people of Wegen certainly hadn’t. They’d watched him with narrow-eyed suspicion the following day, as if he might turn her to a block of ice if she displeased him. As if Viviane wasn’t capable of removing his balls should he ever deserve it.

That vicious knock forced Kallias to snarl. Night still poured through his half open drapes and his cock was throbbing with need. “What?” “Get up,” Kira’s voice whispered from behind the door. “Right now, get up.” He shoved the blanket off his naked body and stuffed himself in the first pair of pants he could find, artfully arranging himself so it wasn’t entirely obvious he had an erection. Kallias pulled open the door, shrugging a shirt over his head.

Kira looked scared. Wide-eyed in the flickering hall light, she lunged for his wrist and began dragging him down the hall. Kallias was barefoot, though so was she, a robe hanging off her small frame.

“What is happening?” he hissed, running a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to keep it from falling into his eyes.

“Gunnar,” she whispered. “Oh Gods, Kal….he…”

A mournful wail interrupted what Kira had been about to say. He knew that voice.

“Gunnar?”

“Killed his wife,” Kira managed, practically shaking as she led him towards the throne room. “She wanted to leave him, too. And I guess…”

Kallias’s steps slowed as he imagined it. Wanting someone so badly you would have done anything to possess them, only to realize they didn’t want you back. The females at court had been lobbying hard, but Gunnar’s wife had been against them.��

“What changed?”

Kira shrugged. “Special treatment for her, hell for everyone else? I’m sorry,” Kira added softly. “I shouldn’t…he killed her.”

Kallias started to ask Kira how she could possibly know that, but the scent of blood flooded his senses. He understood why when he came into the vividly bright throne room, joining the other courtiers flooding in to witness the spectacle.

The High Lord stared at his son with lifeless eyes while his son clutched at his wife's bloodless body, kneeling half naked in her blood. It was the gravest offense in their court—to take a life, especially one as defenseless as Gunnar’s wife had been.

All Kallias could see was Viviane laying there, her silver hair stained red as her blood cooled beneath Gunnar’s naked knees. She would have wanted the same—maybe not to leave him, given how dutiful Viviane could be, but the autonomy to be more than just the High Lord’s wife. She would have been vivacious and, when angry, vicious.

She would have died, too. Kallias put his hand over his chest, unable to get the image out of his mind. He might have winnowed straight to her had the High Lord not taken a step towards his hunched over son.

Everyone fell silent. Even Kallias didn’t believe the High Lord would kill his own son, law or not. Gunnar made no move to defend himself and Kallias wondered if he even realized what his father meant to do until it was too late. Gunnar twisted, eyes wide as he took a gasping breath of frigid air.

Kallia couldn’t watch this. He turned, pulling his arm from Kira’s grasp. He didn’t need to be present to hear that frigid death rattle or to know the High Lord had turned his son's lungs to ice. It was the end of a dynasty as old as their territory, ruined over one spoiled male too unused to being told no.

Kallias flexed his fingers as warmth twanged through his body. He stumbled, almost crashing into a wall in an attempt to steady himself. His palm caught against the smooth surface, steadied by Kira who had followed him out.

“Kal—”

“Don’t,” he rasped, hating himself for the first time in his life. The High Lord would realize, would know the truth of the matter soon enough. His son might have inherited had he been a better father. And now a new line would rise through Winter, assuming Kallias lived long enough to see the High Lord fade.

“Kallias—!”

A woman's high pitched scream forced a groan out of Kallias, his knees buckling beneath the weight of a vicious, violent cascade of magic. His palms stung, bracing his weight against the smooth floor while raw, unstemmed magic raced through his veins unrestrained. He looked over his shoulder to Kira, who knelt beside him. Her face was etched with her terror, the screaming in the throne room just behind him ringing in his ears.

“What did he do?” Kallias managed, bowing his head against the onslaught.

“Could you survive the loss of your own child?” Kira whispered. The scent of warm blood filled the air, driving out all other thoughts. Had the High Lord truly chosen to kill himself rather than live with his grief? Kallias forced himself to stand, his legs shaking. Kira helped, bracing him against her body while he got his runaway heart under control.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Kallias whispered, flexing his fingers.

How would he ever explain this? To the court, his people…to Viviane?

“Go,” Kira told him. “The longer you make them wonder, the longer they have to plot against you. Shore up your power now.”

He had only a second to make a decision. It should have been Nikolai, he lamented. Kira ought to have remained with Viviane.

“Get your sword,” he ordered. Kira’s eyes widened, and yet she nodded, racing down the hall. He had moments to get himself together, to step into that blood-soaked throne room and pretend this was normal–that he was normal. Kallias flexed his fingers, reveling in the feel of his magic, of the newness thrumming beneath his skin.

He took a step, swearing the world around him seemed to tremble. The screaming stopped and, with a breath, Kallias stepped into the room. The sight laid before him threatened to turn his stomach. Gunnar knelt before the corpse of his once beautiful wife, a block of frigid, blue ice. Beside him, the High Lord lay in his own rapidly cooling blood, his heart half torn from his body. It was all so gruesome, so unnecessary. Kallias knew that even if he lived for a century more, he’d never forget the sight. Not of the court that now belonged to him, all staring with wide, mistrusting eyes.

Kira skidded into the room, flanked by several sentries. She still wore her blue night dress, comical against the vicious look on her face.

“Kneel,” Kallias ordered, watching those sentries from across the room. He needed their support if he didn’t want to die in the next few days. The transition between one family to the next was rocky—or, so he’d been told. Winter had always avoided those kinds of shifting power plays. His eyes drifted back to the High Lord, who loved his son so much he couldn’t tell him no. Would have seen all of Winter crumble beneath one spoiled lordling's whim then govern as he should.

It was a reminder for Kallias, who turned his back to the kneeling nobility, of what he stood to lose. How things could go wrong so quickly—how he might lose focus if he wasn’t careful.

It felt strange, ascending the white cut dais to the glittering blue and amethyst throne. Kallias seated himself atop it, sweeping his eyes over the room.

High Lord.

He’d never wanted it.

#daddy winter #kallias #viviane #kallias x viviane #this is me trying to fix my mistake with canon #i thought kallias was crowned HL UTM #but hes not #i forgot that tidbit so i apologize

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cariri556275 · 4 months

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#transgender #Lili Elbe #painter

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venicepearl · 1 year

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Lili Ilse Elvenes (28 December 1882 – 13 September 1931), better known as Lili Elbe, was a Danish painter, trans woman and among the early recipients of gender-affirming surgery (sex reassignment surgery).

She was a painter under her birth name Einar Wegener. After transitioning in 1930, she changed her legal name to Lili Ilse Elvenes and stopped painting; she later adopted the surname Elbe. She died from complications following a uterus transplant.

The UK and US versions of her semi-autobiographical narrative were published posthumously in 1933 under the title Man into Woman: An Authentic Record of a Change of Sex. A film inspired by her life, The Danish Girl, was released in 2015.

#Lili Ilse Elvenes #Lili Elbe #women in history #XIX century #XX century #people #portrait #photo #photography #Black and White

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yaraorkawaii · 1 year

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Gerda Wegener (1886-1940)

Hablare de una leve reseña de una artista que admire obviamente no me enfocare mucho sino su talento, una mujer admirable, inteligente, rebelde para su época, astuta y no solo eso una mujer a pasional que amo y que estuvo siempre apoyando en las buenas y en las malas a su querido esposo Einar Wegener, un artista muy conocido, en donde estuvo con él transcurso de su cambio de sexo y hasta su muerte. En donde la historia de ellos dos fueron inspirado sino también de su esposo que hasta le hicieron una película de él llamada “la chica Danesa”. Pero no hablare de él ni su historia de amor, (y si para mi fue una historia de amor), sino de ella.

Gerda Wegener nacio nació el 15 de marzo de 1886 en Hammelev, Dinamarca, sus padres fueron Justine y Emil Gottlieb. Es un mujer que fue muy talentosa para su época en donde sus obras era retratista, al principio era algo difícil que tuviera una fama y más por ser mujer, en donde los logros y reconocimientos era más por los hombres. Pero ella decidió cambiar eso, al principio era diversión utilizar a su esposo vestido de una mujer, en donde se dio cuenta que él se veía como una mujer hermosa así que lo retrato de una manera admirable y bello.

Gracias a su esposo ella pudo ser reconocida, aun que su vida personal con su esposo era muy delicado así que lo acepto como tal a cambio que sea su musa. Así fue creando muchas obras con temáticas erótico en las que aparecen escenas de sexo entre mujeres, en pocas palabras lesbianismo, que era un tema y mas en el arte era una cosa admirable para las grandes y/o clases sociales en el aspectos de morbo del arte. También tenia influencias del romanticismo, el cubismo y sobre todo el Art decó, en donde ese tiempo expresión artística era algo de moda. De igual manera tuvo colaborando con grandes compañía de moda también hacia ilustraciones de libros y entre otros. Pudo exponer sus obras en la galería Ole Haslunds de Copenhague varias veces.

Fuentes: https://www.ecured.cu/Gerda_Wegener

Aurora: Yareli E. R. Acopa

Siganme en:

✓instagram: @yarelier_acopa

✓Facebook: Yareli E. R. Acopa

#art #gerda wegener #pintura #writing #muejresartista

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queerstuffonscreen · 9 months

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The Danish Girl (2015)

120 min.

Country: UK, US

Genre: Drama, Biography, History

Language: English

When Gerda Wegener asks her husband Einar to fill in as a portrait model, Einar discovers the person she's meant to be and begins living her life as Lili Elbe. Having realized her true self and with Gerda's love and support, Lili embarks on a groundbreaking journey as a transgender pioneer.

Watch or rent on AppleTV

#the danish girl #T #drama #biography #history #trans #trans movies #trans films #queer films #queer movies #lgbt #lgbtq

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the-woman-who-was-lili-elbe · 1 month

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Sometimes it can be easy to forget that LGBTQ+ identities are not new to the past few decades. Finding LGBTQ+ histories can be very difficult either because it wasn't recorded or it got lost or destroyed or rewritten. A piece of queer history that we do have though is the story of Lili Elbe, the semi-autobiographical narrative was published after she died in 1933 under the title Man into Woman: An Authentic Record of a Change of Sex. The story of a transgender woman and some of the first recorded gender affirming surgeries.

This book consists of memoirs that were written by Lili during her lifetime. Before her death she had begun compiling these into a narrative with the help of Ernst Harthern. After her death the novel was published first in Germany with the help of an editor friend that published under the name Neils Hoyer. A story like this was sensational. It was so revolutionary for the time because for the first time an international general audience got an insight into transgender lives and struggles. In Germany (where Lili got the surgeries done and where her doctors came from) there were some transgender publications such as newspapers and magazines but they were few and far between and weren’t widely circulated. They functioned more as a way to spread information between who was already in the community rather than outreach to the world.

Whether or not going in the readers supported transgender rights and movements, lots of people had a burning curiosity about the medical aspects of a procedure like this. Which again, was REVOLUTIONARY at the time. There had been a rising interest in gender affirming procedures since the beginning of the 1900’s. Most of this audience wanted to know about the medical advancements rather than the psychology surrounding transgender individuals at the time.

So to get into who she actually was: Lili Ilse Elvenes was born in 1882 in Denmark as Einar Wegener and was a moderately successful painter married to fellow painter Gerda Gottlieb. She began her transition in the 1920’s. By the 1930's this woman was not only able to transition socially, but was able to get gender affirming care. She managed to get her name legally changed, she got her passport changed to reflect that she was a woman, and she was one of the very early cases of a medical sex change. Lili had the first recorded uterus transplant as she wanted to become a full woman and be able to bare children. (As was the social expectation and ideal of women at the time) Not long after her surgery she died due to complications relating to organ rejection.

The beginning of Einar’s transition into Lili actually began because of her wife. Her wife was basically like “hey I need a female model and I think you would be beautiful as a woman. Here dress up as a woman to model for my paintings” Which Einar ended up greatly enjoying and discovering this other side of themselves. One thing led to another and Einar started to go out in social settings cross dressing and trying to pass as a woman. The couple moved to France as it was easier for Lili to exist there. France being what it was at the time masculine fashions and silhouettes were IN so that helped her fit into society. Lili felt this war and dichotomy between her male side and female side, probably so harshly because of the social gender divide that was wider than ever following WWI and the tensions between women who had stayed on the home front and men who had gone to war. She felt like the woman had won and if she couldn’t live as a full woman she didn’t want to live.

Doctor Magnus Hirschfeld was the guy who really made Lili Elbe’s transition possible. He was a German doctor and sexologist and literally wrote the book on transgender people and coined the term transvestite. He was the one who introduced Lili to the doctors that would perform her gender affirming revolutionary surgeries. In Wiemar run Germany where she got her surgeries you could cross-dress in public and get cross dressing certificates, as pre Nazi Germany was surprisingly progressive and was even looking to decriminalize homosexuality until the Nazi’s took control. Germany had housed Hirschfeld’s research institute which held Lili Elbe’s medical records, all of which were lost due to Nazi students burning the institute down.

Now because of the loss of these medical records, we can’t be certain of the realities of Lili Elbe’s medical history and therefore what parts of the narrative presented in her biography are factual and what was edited to make a more compelling and acceptable narrative for the general public. As much as I want it to be, this book isn’t a perfect representation. Many of the actual medical details have been obscured and put into euphemisms. Everyone involved in this story was given pseudonyms so it's hard to cross reference accounts. It was made for a larger audience and likely wanted to reflect the sort of ideal scenario that didn’t push the boundaries or what they believed was moral. We don’t know for sure if Lili was intersex or not or the exact details of her transition due to her medical files being destroyed. It is likely they over exaggerated the biological aspect of her story because that was the only way being transgender could be accepted in those days. Performing gender affirming surgery on someone who was already halfway to the opposite sex biologically was much more acceptable than changing a fully biological man into a woman. The psychological reasonings behind and studies of transgender identities was less accepted and explored at the time.

Most importantly, nothing was published until AFTER she had died so she didn’t even get final say on anything got left in or taken out of or edited within the narrative. This book has also been translated many times so even if her story was more or less accurately depicted at first, the translators writing for an English speaking British and American populous likely took liberties to censor and reword to fit the expectations of the audience they were writing for.

When examining LGBTQ+ histories, it is so important to understand the context of what we are researching and how that changes how we interpret the source material. Lili Elbe’s story is an important part of history that deserves to be known and explored, just with an awareness of its context. She was able to open many peoples eyes to the transgender experience and her story inspired the well known 2000's novel, The Danish Girl, which was later made into a film of the same name.

To end off here is a portrait of Lili Elbe painted by her wife:

P.S Once Lili was legally recognized as a woman her marriage with Gerda had been made null and void, both went on to marry men

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graminhani · 2 months

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The Danish Girl (UK, 2015): 🙂 [2016]

Gerda casou-se em 1904 com Einar Wegener; ela com 18 e ele com 22. Depois Einar virou Lili Elbe, modelo.

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only-art · 3 months

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Einar Wegener (1882-1931, a.k.a. Lili Elbe)

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waterlilyunit6 · 3 months

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Upcoming Cannon Hall Exhibition - Costume from the Classics

Cannon Hall is hosting an exhibition from the 24th May to 15th September 20204. The Exhibition is part of the Barnsley Museums 2024 Exhibition Program, and is inspired by John Spencer's Library at Cannon Hall. Displayed around the South Front and rooms of the estate, there will be ten costumes from CosProp, one of the UK's major costume makers, each costume created for the film adaptions of classic novels. The award winning film adaptations include:

Far From the Madding Crowd (2015) - Costume Designer: Janet Patterson - Character: Bathsheba Everdine played by Carey Mulligan

Little Women (2019) - Costume Designer: Jaqueline Durran - Character: John Brooke played by James Norton

Death on the Nile (1978) - Costume Designer: Anthony Powell - Character: Marie Van Schuyler played by Bette Davis

Murder on the Orient Express (1974) - Costume Designer: Alexandra Byrne - Character: Hercule Proirot played by David Suchet

Dangerous Liaisons (1988) - Costume Designer: James Acheson - Character: Madame de Volanges played by Swoosie Kurtz

The Duchess (2008) - Costume Designer: Michael O'Connor - Character: Georgiana -Duchess of Devonshire played by Kiera Knightly

Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (2023 Netflix) - Costume Designers: Lyn Paolo, Laura Frecon, Jovana Gospavic, and Alex Locke - Character: Young Agatha Danbury played by Arsema Thomas

Tulip Fever (2017) - Costume Designer: Michael O'Connor - Character: Sophia Sandvoort played by Alicia Vikander

The Danish Girl (2015) - Costume Designer: Paco Delgado - Character(s): Einar Wegener and Lili Elbe played by Eddie Redmayne

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Zuism wurde 2013 als religiöse Gemeinschaft in Island registriert. Das isländische statistische Amt Hagstofa Íslands verzeichnete für 2014 nur zwei Mitglieder, mit Stand April 2015 vier. Zuism war damit in Gefahr, die staatliche Anerkennung als Religionsgemeinschaft aufgrund von Inaktivität zu verlieren. Ende 2015 erlebten die Zuisten innerhalb weniger Tage einen so starken Mitgliederzuwachs, dass sie nun zu den größten Religionsgemeinschaften Islands gehörten. Am 30. November 2015 waren 1124 Zuisten registriert, womit Zuism bereits die achtgrößte Religionsgemeinschaft Islands war und mit ihren Mitgliedern unter anderem die Anzahl registrierter Muslime (etwa 800) deutlich übertraf. Einen Tag später hatte sich die Anzahl der Mitglieder schon fast verdreifacht und lag bei knapp 3000, womit Zuism vorübergehend auch die Mitgliederzahl der seit 1972 bestehenden neuheidnischen Ásatrúarfélagið übertraf, die mit Stand vom April 2015 die sechstgrößte isländische Religionsgemeinschaft war. Inzwischen hat Ásatrúarfélagið mit 3583 Mitgliedern zu Beginn des Jahres 2017 die Zúistar mit 2845 Mitgliedern (Stand ebenfalls zu Jahresbeginn 2017) wieder überrundet.

Die Zúistar bezeichnen sich als „Plattform für ihre Mitglieder, eine Religion der alten Sumerer zu praktizieren“, bekannten sich aber 2015 dazu, dass das eigentliche Ziel ihrer Organisation die Abschaffung von Gesetzen sei, die religiösen Organisationen Privilegien finanzieller oder anderer Art zukommen lassen. Die damalige Leitung der Zúistar wollte den Mitgliedern das sóknargjald, das den Zúistar als staatlich anerkannter Glaubensgemeinschaft zusteht, vollumfänglich erstatten, wobei die isländischen Steuerbehörden darauf mit der Ankündigung reagierten, dass in diesem Falle Einkommensteuer auf die Rückerstattung zu entrichten sei. Eine weitere Forderung der Zúistar bestand darin, das staatliche Register der Religionszugehörigkeit der Isländer abzuschaffen. Wenn ihre Ziele erfüllt sind, sollte die Organisation aufgelöst werden. Der Guardian berichtete, dass diese Ausrichtung auf eine „Übernahme“ der zuistischen Bewegung durch eine Gruppe von Bürgern zurückzuführen sei.

Es bestand ein Konflikt um die Leitung der Gemeinschaft. Dem sogenannten „Senat“ (öldungaráð), einer Gruppe von Personen, unter der die Zuisten 2015 ihren starken Mitgliederzuwachs zu verzeichnen hatten, gelang es nicht, eine Gesellschaft zu registrieren, die das sóknargjald hätte entgegennehmen und ihren Mitgliedern auszahlen können. Die Auszahlung der Gelder an die Zuisten wurde bis zur Klärung der Leitungsfrage auf Eis gelegt. Nachdem sich im Herbst 2017 herausgestellt hatte, dass die isländischen Zuisten rechtlich immer noch unter der Leitung ihres ursprünglichen Gründers Ágúst Arnar Ágústsson standen, hat der „Senat“ erklärt, die Auseinandersetzung verloren zu haben und zum Austritt aus der zuistischen Gemeinschaft aufgerufen. Ágúst Arnar Ágústsson hingegen hat zugleich zu weiteren Eintritten aufgerufen und erklärt, dass das sóknargjald nun erstattet werden könne, alternativ könnten die Mitglieder auch einen Einsatz zu wohltätigen Zwecken wählen.

Im Februar 2019 hatte Ágúst Arnar Ágústsson mitgeteilt, von der Leitung der Zúistar zurücktreten zu wollen und dass bald ein neuer Leiter bekanntgegeben werde. Im Dezember 2019 folgte jedoch die Ankündigung, dass die Gemeinschaft aufgelöst und ihr Vermögen an die Mitglieder und wohltätige Organisationen verteilt werde, sobald die laufenden Rechtsstreitigkeiten abgeschlossen seien. Ende 2020 wurden Ágúst Arnar Ágústsson und sein Bruder Einar wegen Unterschlagung und Geldwäsche angeklagt. Im April 2022 wurden sie freigesprochen. Trotz der 2019 angekündigten Auflösung der Zúistar und starken Mitgliederschwunds hatte die Gemeinschaft am 1. Oktober 2021 noch 691 Mitglieder. Dabei hatte sie mit einer Abnahme von 225 Mitgliedern oder 24,6 % seit Dezember 2020 den stärksten Rückgang aller registrierten isländischen Glaubensgemeinschaften in diesem Zeitraum zu verzeichnen.

Auf der Website der Zúistar wurde als langfristiges Ziel der Gemeinschaft genannt, eine Zikkurat in Island zu errichten.

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