Okay which one of you wants to date us?
I’m so curious about that last anon ^_*
~*~ femmes with feels ~*~
~*~ femmes with feels ~*~
i have such a crush on you and theo at the same time man i saw you post ages ago about how you two aren't monogamous and i always want to get up the guts to message u like 'hey wanna go on a date all 3 of us and go somewhere for food and then make out or something' but im convinced you'd hate me im kinda (really) crazy and anxious and no fun lol. this is pointless you can ignore this message if u want.
You pretty much sound exactly like us so stop being so hard on yourself because we'll probably think you're an awesome and hot babe who we'd wanna date.
We are like social anxiety prom king and queen but we really like to go on dates with cuties.
Message us off anon so we can go to a queer night and dance really close and make out or make you dinner and flirt a lot okay? Okay.
ugh ughhhhh ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh someone better punch that arrogant racist little shit in his smarmy ignorant face i stg i threw up in my mouth a little every time he spoke. so gross.
I know right. Literally small amounts of vomit in my mouth at every syllable he spoke.
I think sometimes it’s really confusing to be a femme with feelings for another...
I think sometimes it’s really confusing to be a femme with feelings for another femme.
It’s really difficult to separate the longings. “I want to be your best friend and wear your clothes and have the kind of relationship that sets all our internalised misogyny and girlhate on fire and leaves a fucking phoenix in its place”
And
“I want to be you, in all your glory and magnificence and confidence”
And then there’s the
“oh god, I want to fuck you so hard and feel your skin against my skin and hear your beautiful little noises when you cum and be the one to give you all that pleasure”
But how are we supposed to navigate these feelings? How to we pick them apart when they’re seen together and tangled, tangled like my hair in your hair, tangled like the way our fingers lock together? How do we separate these things when they all feel like one and the same?
Jesse it's okay I'm still in love with you and all...
Jesse it's okay I'm still in love with you and all the things you do
White Student Union (Vice Documentary) "White people do...
"White people do got organisations, you got boyscouts"
THIS GUY IS A+ TRUTH AND HILARITY
sophiepierre: White Student Union A Vice documentary. This was...
White Student Union
A Vice documentary.
This was so fucking frustrating to watch. Why don't these people understand white privilege
why
why do you keep saying "my life is so hard because I can't show white pride"
STOP.
Also this Matt guy keeps talking about 'European culture'… what is that?! What the fuck is that?! He clearly knows shit all about history or culture in "Europe" (whatever the hell that means as there's no magical pan-European culture) because historically there have been people of colour in Europe since like for-fucking-ever. I bet he's never even been out this beloved "homeland" (guess what, you're a fucking interloper to the Americas so maybe get out) or been to the "Europe" he seems to adore so much.
I mean he is definitely, 100% a future serial killer. Seriously. He's fucked. His delusions of grandeur, his ego and his utter insistence that the world is out to get him all conspire to guarantee that.
hardcoregurlz: Gladys "Fatso" Bentley was born on August 12,...
Gladys "Fatso" Bentley was born on August 12, 1907. She was an African-American singer and entertainer.
Gladys was the oldest of 4 children born to a Trinidad born mother, Mary Mote (Bentley) and an American born father, George L. Bentley. She left home at 16 and ended up in Harlem New York, the capital of "The New Negro." For Bentley, her lesbianism and the large Homosexual population in the 1920s made her need to strike out on her own all the more urgent. In Harlem this great creative outpouring was also a celebration of optimism about the future of Black America.
Audiences of the prohibition era were always craving something new. There was a "fashion of the Negro", accompanied by a curiosity for "Pansy Acts" and "Hot Mama" lesbian or bisexual singers. Bentley carved out a place for herself around this curiosity. She would transform popular tunes of the day with bawdy mischievous playful lyrics. Dressed in signature tux and top hat, she openly and riotously flirted with women in the audience. Her popularity and salary climbed, as she was frequently mentioned in many of the entertainment columns of the day and characters based on her appeared in novels.
In 1928, she began a twenty-year recording career, 8 for OKeh records followed by a side with the Washboard Serenaders on the Victor label. In the 1930s the repeal of Prohibition quickly eroded the prominence of Harlem bistros. Also, the Great Depression ended much of the "anything goes" spirit of tolerance that had spread through the 1920s. In 1937, Bentley moved to Los Angeles to live with her mother. Many lesbian women came to see her shows at "Joquins' El Rancho" in L. A. and "Monas" in San Francisco, although sometimes she had legal trouble for performing in her signature male attire. In 1945 she recorded "Thrill Me Till I get My Fill," "Find Out What He Likes", and "Notoriety Papa".
The McCarthy "witch hunts" of the 1950's were particularly vicious towards homosexuals; the lives of many homosexuals were ruined. Out of desperate fear for her own survival (with an ageing mother to support) Bentley started wearing dresses, and cleaning up her act. In 1952 she married a man named Charles Roberts, a cook and 16 years younger; the two eventually divorced. Bentley still performed, usually at the Rose Room in Hollywood. She recorded a single on the Flame label and appeared twice on Groucho Marx's' television show. At this stage, of her life, Bentley became an active and (truly) devoted member of "The Temple of Love in Christ, Inc". She was about to become an ordained minister in the church when she died of a flu epidemic in 1960 at the age of 52.
"Ethno-racial-heterosexism (ERH)—the fantasy that one's ethnic and racial identities determines one's..."
"Ethno-racial-heterosexism (ERH)—the fantasy that one's ethnic and racial identities determines one's (hetero)sexualities and precludes one from (non-hetero)sexualities—like plain old racism— treats black bodies as mutually tantalizing and repulsive. ERH means that white LGBT folks problematize and pathologize black bodies publicly, while lusting and consuming black bodies privately. ERH means that black bodies are carriers of disease, while also gate-keeps to 'the cool' and 'the real.' ERH means that black bodies are fit' to scrutinize and fit' to fuck, but never fit' to be accepted on their own terms. ERH means that white gays simultaneously fear black bodies and seek them out for wild mandingo/hottentot-venus sex."- Darryl TheAbolitionist reading white supremacy to within an inch of its life! (via sonofbaldwin)
"The sexualization of women is only appealing if it's nonconsensual. Otherwise it's 'sluttiness.'"
"The sexualization of women is only appealing if it's nonconsensual. Otherwise it's 'sluttiness.'"- Lindy West
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"Femme is a personal identity, but it's also a political one….It questions the idea that there can be..."
"Femme is a personal identity, but it's also a political one….It questions the idea that there can be too much: too much blush, too much tulle, too many holes in your short shorts, too much calling out of racism, too many discussions about neocolonialism. Femme is resistance."- ~ Elise Nagy, "Exploding The Limitations: What Being a Femme Means to Me," inourwordsblog.com
you-cant-waist-train-in-that: quantumfemme: My favourite...
Thank you! It's from WKD :)My favourite corset.
What great curves! Where's your corset from?
25th Annual Lambda Literary Award Winners
I want to read literally all the things.The winners of the 25th Annual Lambda Literary Award Winners were announced last night in New York City. The list of winners are as follows:
Bisexual (2 winners; 1 fiction, 1 nonfiction)
In One Person, John Irving, Simon & Schuster
My Awesome Place: The Autobiography of Cheryl B, Cheryl Burke, Topside Signature
Gay General Fiction
Everything Begins and Ends at the Kentucky Club, Benjamin Alire Saenz, Cinco Puntos Press
Gay Memoir/Biography
Fire in the Belly, Cynthia Carr, Bloomsbury
Gay Mystery
Lake on the Mountain: A Dan Sharp Mystery, Jeffrey Round, Dundurn
Gay Poetry
He Do the Gay Man in Different Voices, Stephen S. Mills, Sibling Rivalry Press
Gay Romance
Kamikaze Boys, Jay Bell, Jay Bell Books
Gay Erotica
The Facialist, Mykola Dementiuk, JMS Books
Lesbian General Fiction
The World We Found: A Novel, Thrity Umrigar, HarperCollins Publishers/Harper
Lesbian Memoir/Biography
Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, Jeanette Winterson, Grove/Atlantic
Lesbian Mystery
Ill Will, J.M. Redmann, Bold Strokes Books
Lesbian Poetry
Sea and Fog, Etel Adnan, Nightboat Books
Lesbian Romance
Month of Sundays, Yolanda Wallace, Bold Strokes Books
Lesbian Erotica
The Harder She Comes: Butch/Femme Erotica, D.L. King, Cleis Press
LGBT Anthology
No Straight Lines: Four Decades of Queer Comics, Justin Hall - Editor, Fantagraphics Books
LGBT Children's/Young Adult
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Saenz, Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
LGBT Debut Fiction
The Summer We Got Free, Mia McKenzie, BGD Press
LGBT Drama
The Myopia and Other Plays by David Greenspan, Marc Robinson, University of Michigan Press
LGBT Nonfiction
Flagrant Conduct: The Story of Lawrence v. Texas, Dale Carpenter, W. W. Norton & Company
LGBT Science Fiction/Fantasy/Horror
Green Thumb, Tom Cardamone, Lethe Press
LGBT Studies
Performing Queer Latinidad: Dance, Sexuality, Politics, Ramón H. Rivera-Servera, University of Michigan Press
Transgender Fiction
The Collection: Short Fiction From The Transgender Vanguard, Edited by Tom Léger and Riley MacLeod, Topside Press
Transgender Nonfiction
Transfeminist Perspectives in and beyond Transgender and Gender Studies, edited by Finn Enke, Temple University Press
Dr. James Duggins Mid-Career Novelist Prize
Nicola Griffith
Trebor Healey
Dr. Betty Berzon Emerging Writer Awards
Sassafras Lowrey
Carter Sickels
Wild mane!
Wild mane!
*rolls away from all responsibilities*
*rolls away from all responsibilities*
Misogynistic fucks operating as self-described "Doms" make me want to take my spiked damsels to their crotch.
This x 1000
"Society, however, does not see all fat as being equal. A man can be much, much fatter than a woman..."
"Society, however, does not see all fat as being equal. A man can be much, much fatter than a woman and still be viewed as comfortably within the standard deviation; most department stores carry men's pants up to a size 42, which is the rough equivalent of a women's size 24—a size that a woman would have to visit a specialty big-girl store or "Women's" department to find. Men are comfortable on beaches with their beach-ball bellies hanging over their swimsuit waistbands, bronzing their fat in the sun, whereas my fat women friends struggle to find swimwear that does not feature a skirt.So me, I'm transgendered. It means that the gender I present in the world is not congruent with the sex that I was assigned at birth; in practical terms, I mostly look like a man but have a body that some would consider physiologically female. Even though I don't identify as a man (I am a butch, which is its own gender), I am taken for a man about two-thirds of the time. And when I am taken for a man, I am not fat.
As a man, I'm a big dude, but not outside the norm for such things. I am just barely fat enough to shop at what I call The Big Fat Tall Guy Store, and can sometimes find my size in your usual boy-upholstery emporia. Major clothing labels, like Levi Strauss, make nice things in my size, and I am never forced to wear anything that appears to have been manufactured at Mendel the Tentmaker's House o' Fashion. (Although those things do exist for men, too. Those terrycloth shirts with the waistbands? Oy.) I can order extra salad dressing or ice cream or anything else in a restaurant and have it arrive without comment; I can eat it in public without anyone taking a bit of notice, even if I am shoving it into my mouth while walking down a crowded street and getting crumbs all over my chest in the process. I can run for a bus or train without anyone making a snide remark.
As a big guy, I'm big enough to make miscreants or troublemakers decide to take their hostility elsewhere. As a woman, I am revolting. I am not only unattractively mannish but also grossly fat. The clothes I can fit into at the local big-girl stores tend to fit around the neck and then get bigger as they go downward, which results in a festive butch-in-a-bag look—all the rage nowhere, ever. No matter how clearly I order a Coke in a restaurant I must be on a diet, and so I get a Diet Coke—usually with a lemon floating in it accusatorily, looking up at me as if to say, "This is as good as it's going to get, lardass." Wait staff develop selective amnesia about my side of fries or my request for butter, and G-d help me if I get caught eating (or even shopping) in public as a woman."
- S. Bear Bergman, "Part-Time Fatso"
Theo and I are actually the most boring, domestic, middle aged couple ever. We’re sitting in...
Theo and I are actually the most boring, domestic, middle aged couple ever. We’re sitting in bed doing our weekly Waitrose online shop and saying things like, “have you seen the size of bananas in Waitrose recently?” and “I never used to use kitchen roll before we moved in together”
fucking kill me
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