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chaddavisphotography · 3 months

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Snoopy on The Loring Greenway bridge over Lyndale Avenue in Minneapolis in January 2024.

#Art #Bike Path #Bridge #Graffiti #Loring Greenway #Lyndale #Minneapolis #Snoopy

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andthisisstraightupwhoiam · 2 years

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This is the way the world was always meant to be

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nando161mando · 7 months

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Driver Attacks Pro-Palestine Rally in Minneapolis

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androgynealienfemme · 1 year

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"Fall 1986. In a women's studies class for which I am a T.A., we are having a discussion about feminine appearance and liberation. Does what one wears reflect one's feminist consciousness? Sexual orientation? One of the lesbian students, a woman with short hair, dressed in faded jeans, a flannel shirt, quartz crystal jewlery, and buttons that proclaim both her politics and her sexuality, says that she dresses as she does so that she'll be visible to other lesbians. She looks for sisters based on what they wear, and says its important that she be able to recognize other lesbians, and be recognized as a lesbian herself, when walking across campus. I agree with her sentiment about visibility; I also know that she would not recognize me, with my nail polish, heels, and curled and colored hair, as a "sister lesbian." Two hours later, I meet my lover in downtown San Francisco for lunch. Together we are markedly visible as queers, not because we are holding hands, but because she is butch enough to be assumed male at first glance, and by corporate standards, I am female, but not very feminine. We are stared at by nearly everyone, several swiveling their heads to keep us in view while their bodies walk past us. At lunch, the group of men at the next table spend more time glancing furtively at us, whispering to one another, than they do eating. Their looks are a combination of hostility, curiosity, and disgust. Were this another setting or a different time of day, I would worry about overt harassment. But this sort of thing happens all the time, and so far we've been safe. As I ask the waitress for more coffee, I think of the lesbian student in the morning class and wonder, "How visible is visible? To whom?"

-""Recollecting History, Renaming Lives: Femme Stigma and the feminist seventies and eighties" by Lyndall MacCowan, The Persistent Desire, (edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

Edit: I sourced from the wrong essay originally. Apologies everyone! Fixed my citation.

#lesbian #lesbianism #lgbt #lgbtq+#lgbt history #lesbian history #butch #femme #butch femme #the persistent desire #queer history #queer #recs #writing #Lyndall MacCowan

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bookaddict24-7 · 7 months

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New Young Adult Releases! (October 17th, 2023)

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Have I missed any new Young Adult releases? Have you added any of these books to your TBR? Let me know!

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New Standalones/First in a Series:

Unholy Terrors by Lyndall Clipstone

All That Consumes Us by Erica Waters

If You'll Have Me by Eunnie

At the End of the World by Nadia Mikail

Flower & Thorn by Rati Mehrotra

Our Divine Mischief by Hanna Howard

Thin Air by Kellie M. Parker

A Bright Heart by Kate Chenli

All These Sunken Souls: A Black Horror Anthology by Various

One Hundred Days by Alice Pung

New Sequels:

Wild Wishes & Windswept Kisses (Singh Sisters #2) by Maya Prasad

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Happy reading!

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pygartheangel · 6 months

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"Back to the Beach" (1987)

#annette funicello #frankie avalon #demian slade #back to the beach #lyndall hobbs

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twincitiesseen · 7 months

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One Man/Band.

Open Streets Lyndale, Minneapolis, MN.

#minneapolis #minnesota #twin cities #photography #photographers on tumblr #original photographers #canon 6d #open streets lyndale

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crazychicke · 15 days

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about me - type your first name + core + aesthetic into pinterest and choose the first 9 photos or photos that most relate to you (x)

#crazychicke #about me #aesthetics #moodboards #lyndall blabs #mygraphics #personal #photos from pinterest #growth #2024 #80s baby #musicians #writers #artists on tumblr #tea lover #lit nerds #this year is about being brave and trying new things

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clairity-org · 1 year

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Lyndale Park Rose Garden, Minneapolis 5/20/23 by Sharon Mollerus

#Lyndale Park Rose Garden #tulip #flowers #Minneapolis #Minnesota #MN #flickr

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80smovies · 1 year

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deadpanwalking · 1 year

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#ONCE AGAIN I AM SO FAR UP LYNDALL GORDON'S ASS THAT I HAVEN'T SEEN THE SUNLIGHT IN WEEKS #AND WE OWE IT ALL TO EMILY HALE AND HER REFUSAL TO DESTROY HIS HALF OF THE CORRESPONDENCE #T.S. ELIOT #POETRY

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chaddavisphotography · 4 months

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Lyndale Avenue as seen from Interstate 94 in downtown Minneapolis.

#Lyndale #Lyndale Avenue #Minneapolis

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andthisisstraightupwhoiam · 2 years

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androgynealienfemme · 8 months

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"The main justification for invalidating butch-femme is that its an imitation of heterosexual roles and, therefore, not a genuine lesbian model. One is tempted to react by saying "So what?" but the charge encompasses more than betrayal of an assumed fixed and "true" lesbian culture. Implicit in the accusation is the denial of cultural agency to lesbians, of the ability to shape and reshape symbols into new meanings of identification. Plagiarism, as the adage goes, is basic to all culture.

In the real of cultural identity, that some of the markers of a minority culture's boundaries originate in an oppressing culture is neither unusual nor particularly significant. For instance, in the United States certain kind of bead- and ribbon work are immediately recogniziable as specific to Native American cultures, wherein they serve artistic and ceremonial functions. Yet beads, trinkets, ribbons, and even certain "indian" blanket patterns were brought by Europeans, who traded them as cheap goods for land. No one argues that Indians out to give up beadwork or blanket weaving, thus ridding themselves of the oppressors symbols, because those things took on a radically different cultural meaning in the hands of Native Americans. Or consider Yiddish, one of the jewish languages. Although Yiddish is written in Hebrew characters and has its own idioms and nuances, its vocabulary is predominantly German. Those who speak German can understand Yiddish. Genocidal Germanic anti-Semitism dates back to at least the eleventh century. Yet East European Jews spoke "the oppressors language," developing in it a distinctive literary and theatrical tradition. Why is it so inconceivable that lesbians could take elements of heterosexual sex roles and remake them?

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It is June 1987, and I am sitting in a workshop on "Lesbians and Gender Roles" at the annual National Women's Studies Conference. It is one of surprisingly few workshops on lesbian issues, particularly since, at a plenary session two mornings later, two thirds of the conference attendees will stand up as lesbians. Meanwhile, in this workshop the first speaker is spending half an hour on what she calls "Feminism 101," a description of heterosexual sex roles. Her point in doing this, she says, is to remind us of the origin of roles, "which are called butch and femme when lesbians engage in them." She tells us the purpose of her talk will be to prove, from her own experience, that "these roles are not fulfilling" for lesbians. She tells us that the second speaker will use lesbian novels from the 1950s to demonstrate the same thesis. And, indeed, the second speaker has a small stack of 1950s "pulp paperbacks" with her, many of them the titles that, when I discovered them in the mind-1970s, resonated for me in a way that the feminist books published by Daughters and Diana Press did not.

I consider for several minutes. I'm well versed in lesbian literature, particularly in the fifties novels, and don't doubt my ability to adequately argue an opposing view with the second presenter. I am curious to see if she will use the publisher-imposed "unhappy ending" to prove that roles make for misery. I also decide I'm willing to offer my own experience to challenge the first presenters conclusions- though I'd much rather sit with her over coffee and talk. She is in her midforties and, although she claims to have renounced it, still looks butch. Even if she speaks of roles negatively, she has been there and I want to hear her story. Then I look around me. Everyone is under thirty. There are a few vaguely butch-looking women present who'd very likely consider themselves to be as androgynous as everyone else, and not a single, even remotely femme-looking women besides myself. I recall Alice Walker's advice to "never be the only one in the room." Quietly, I get up and walk out. I go to no other lesbian presentations at the conference."

“Recollecting History, Renaming Lives: Femme Stigma and the feminist seventies and eighties" by Lyndall MacCowan, The Persistent Desire, (edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

#the persistent desire #Lyndall MacCowan #Joan nestle #lesbian #lesbianism #butch and femme #butchfemme #butch and femme history #butch lesbian #femme lesbian #butch history #femme history #lesbian history #lesbian culture #lesbian feminism #lesbian feminist history #lgbt history #queer history

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bookcoversonly · 4 months

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Title: Unholy Terrors | Author: Lyndall Clipstone | Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. (2023)

#books #Unholy Terrors #Lyndall Clipstone

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ash-and-books · 1 year

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Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: Everline Blackthorn has devoted her life to the wardens — necromantic warriors who guard against unholy monsters known as the vespertine. Everline is desperate to prove herself, but unlike other wardens, she is unable to wield magic. When a series of strange omens occur, Everline disobeys orders sneaks out from the enclave to investigate, desperate for answers about her birth—and her mother’s death. On the dangerous moorland, Everline uncovers a startling truth in the form of Ravel Severin: a rogue vespertine who reveals the monsters have secrets of their own. Everline knows she is sworn to kill Ravel, but when she realises the answers to her past lie at the heart of the Thousandfold—the vespertine enclave protected by powerful magic—she makes the dangerous choice to ask for his help instead. Ravel promises to get her the answers she needs, but he demands a price. Vespertine magic requires blood, and if Everline wants Ravel to act as her guide, she will have to allow him to feed from her. It’s a sin for a warden to feed a vespertine— let alone love one— and when their mutual dislike turns to attraction, Everline is torn between her vows and her heart. As she and Ravel travel further across the moorland, Everline realizes the question isn’t whether she will survive the journey, but if she will return unchanged...

Review:

Blood and honey, magic and bones, monsters and warriors, an unholy alliance, and a forbidden love. The perfect amount of gothic romance filled with betrayal, angst, and what it means to embrace your inner monster.

A girl who has dedicated her life to being a warden- a necromantic warrior who guards against unholy monsters known as the vespertine finds herself making unholy alliances to save those she cares for as well as uncovering her own family secret... and finding a forbidden love. Everline Blackthorn has only ever wanted to prove to her father that she is worthy, that she is a good enough warden to be looked at with love and treated like she belonged. However, after her mother left and the fact that Everline has no magic, something that all wardens have, she has been deemed tainted and treated as an outcast. Strange omens begin to occur.... as Everline encounters a vespertine that appears almost like a girl... and soon a blood moon appears, just like the one that appeared all those years ago when her mother left and the monsters breached the wall. Evelrine knows there is something deeper going on and the only way to find answers about her mother and her own life is to go beyond the wall and into the heart of the Thousandfold, the vespertine enclave protected by powerful magic where a dark saint is bound. Yet when she begins her journey her best friend is kidnapped and the only way to save her is to make the unholiest of alliances... with a vespertine boy who would sooner cut her throat than help her because the very monster she killed earlier was his sister... but they both need each other if they want to survive. Ravel may be a monster but he is the only person who can guide Everline through the dangerous lands.. and in exchange she will allow him to feed from her... yet this is the greatest sin, she is breaking all her vows just by letting him live... but the more they begin to spend time together the more the lines between enemies begins to blur and the more they realize they have in common. A warden and a monster, a dangerous quest filled with blood, magic, betrayal, and love... this was one of the best enemies to lovers, dark gothic romance I’ve read this year. There I said it. I DEVOURED THIS. I stayed up until 4 am finishing this because I couldn’t stop. I am obsessed. Monster boy meets warrior girl, both outcasts, bound by their duty to their family, raised to kill and be enemies, yet their loneliness, the fact that they can’t meet their parents expectations but have found comfort in the most unlikely person, they are everything. This book stole my heart with it’s gorgeous atmosphere, the amazing romance, and I can’t wait for it to come out. So yes, PLEASE ADD IT TO YOUR TBR IMMEDIATELY.

*Thank you Lyndall Clipstone for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #unholy terrors #lyndall clipstone #gothic romance #THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD #i love i

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