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badfuckingpuns:

How would Henry VIII and Elizabeth I look in the 21st century?
A team of artists have imagined how famous historical figures—including William Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette—would appear if they lived in the modern day

Queen Elizabeth sports a stylish hairdo and an immaculately made-up face. Gone are the ruffs and puffy dresses, replaced by a chic burnt orange suit to reflect the illustrious monarch’s known love of fashion, with her famously stern expression painting her as a formidible [sic] figure.

Also Shakespeare’s a hipster? The article’s Radio Times and available here.

obviously elizabeth is a powerdyke.

badfuckingpuns:

How would Henry VIII and Elizabeth I look in the 21st century?

A team of artists have imagined how famous historical figures—including William Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette—would appear if they lived in the modern day

Queen Elizabeth sports a stylish hairdo and an immaculately made-up face. Gone are the ruffs and puffy dresses, replaced by a chic burnt orange suit to reflect the illustrious monarch’s known love of fashion, with her famously stern expression painting her as a formidible [sic] figure.

Also Shakespeare’s a hipster? The article’s Radio Times and available here.

obviously elizabeth is a powerdyke.

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tomboyfemme:

for the anon asking about wearing boy jeans while still being feminine: Check out Helena’s outfit in episode 12, season 4 of The L Word

yes. also:

tomboyfemme:

for the anon asking about wearing boy jeans while still being feminine: Check out Helena’s outfit in episode 12, season 4 of The L Word

yes. also:

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still mad i can’t grow up to be xena

still mad i can’t grow up to be xena

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there was some very rare but exceedingly hot angela chase/rayanne graff nc-17 fanfic out there. just sayin’.

there was some very rare but exceedingly hot angela chase/rayanne graff nc-17 fanfic out there. just sayin’.

(Source: autostraddle)

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someone i’ve macked in a club just posted a bunch of photos from dinah on her facebook. this is probably not that weird, but as someone who hasn’t lived in california in seven years, whose exposure to dinah is 100% through the real l word, this is really fucking weird.

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"I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this - But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it."

— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 21 January 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"Perhaps the most naive and condescending refrain apologists for the trans-woman-exclusionists make is that these apologists are working hard to change these women-only organizations and spaces from within. This is a seriously flawed notion. If you look back at history, there has not been a single instance where people have overcome a deeply entrenched prejudice without first being forced to interact with the people they detest. Mere words cannot dispel bigoted stereotypes and fears; only personal experience can."

Whipping Girl, Julia Serano

This reminded me of this post that’s been circulating lately. Also it sums up why even though MichFest sounds like it would rule, I just can’t really find it ethical to go to it.

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a car on my street has this bumper sticker and it pleases me to have whoever owns that car as a neighbor.

a car on my street has this bumper sticker and it pleases me to have whoever owns that car as a neighbor.

(Source: ffuckary, via how-charming)

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queermuseum:

Queer African American Women and the History of Marriage 
This photo and headline accompanied an article from the October 15, 1970 issue of Jet magazine. They reveal that long before the recent struggle for marriage equality began,  African American women who love women have engaged with the institution of marriage and have fought to make it their own.
Edna Knowles, on the left, and Peaches Stevens were wed in Liz’s Mark III Lounge, a gay bar on the South Side of Chicago, “before a host of friends and well wishers.” The article ended by noting, “although the duo has a type of ‘marriage license’ in their possession, the state’s official marriage license bureau reported it had no record of their license.” This ending serves to remind Jet readers that Knowles and Stevens’ union was not legitimate in the eyes of the state, as does the use of quotes around the word “married” in the headline.
However, decades prior to this bold public display of queer affection, African American female couples in New York strategized alternative ways to obtain marriage licenses in the 1920s and 30s:
“Marriage ceremonies were held with large wedding parties which included several bridesmaids, attendants, and other wedding party members. Actual marriage licenses were obtained by either masculinizing the first name, or having a gay male surrogate obtain the license for the marrying couple. These marriage licenses were placed on file with the New York City Marriage Bureau.” - Luvenia Pinson, “The Black Lesbian: Times Past-Time Present,” Womanews, May 1980  p. 8.
Also during the 1930s, popular performer Gladys Bentley was making a living singing bawdy tunes and playing piano late into the night at various clubs all over New York, including one named after her.

Bentley married her white girlfriend in Atlantic City in a ceremony to which she invited friends in the entertainment industry:
“Columnist Louis Sobol remembered Bentley coming over to his table one night and whispering, ‘I’m getting married tomorrow and you’re invited.’ When Sobol asked who the lucky man was to be, she giggled and replied, ‘Man? Why boy you’re crazy. I’m marryin’ ——’ and she named another woman singer.” - Eric Garber, “Gladys Bentley: The Bulldagger Who Sang the Blues,” Out/Look, Vol. 1, No. 1, Spring 1988, pp. 52-61.
These examples show some of the various ways queer African American women have created public rituals to express their relationships and have therefore insisted on their rights to full citizenship, many decades prior to the current struggle for marriage equality. 


- Cookie
 

queermuseum:

Queer African American Women and the History of Marriage 

This photo and headline accompanied an article from the October 15, 1970 issue of Jet magazine. They reveal that long before the recent struggle for marriage equality began,  African American women who love women have engaged with the institution of marriage and have fought to make it their own.

Edna Knowles, on the left, and Peaches Stevens were wed in Liz’s Mark III Lounge, a gay bar on the South Side of Chicago, “before a host of friends and well wishers.” The article ended by noting, “although the duo has a type of ‘marriage license’ in their possession, the state’s official marriage license bureau reported it had no record of their license.” This ending serves to remind Jet readers that Knowles and Stevens’ union was not legitimate in the eyes of the state, as does the use of quotes around the word “married” in the headline.

However, decades prior to this bold public display of queer affection, African American female couples in New York strategized alternative ways to obtain marriage licenses in the 1920s and 30s:

“Marriage ceremonies were held with large wedding parties which included several bridesmaids, attendants, and other wedding party members. Actual marriage licenses were obtained by either masculinizing the first name, or having a gay male surrogate obtain the license for the marrying couple. These marriage licenses were placed on file with the New York City Marriage Bureau.” - Luvenia Pinson, “The Black Lesbian: Times Past-Time Present,” Womanews, May 1980  p. 8.

Also during the 1930s, popular performer Gladys Bentley was making a living singing bawdy tunes and playing piano late into the night at various clubs all over New York, including one named after her.

Gladys Bentley

Bentley married her white girlfriend in Atlantic City in a ceremony to which she invited friends in the entertainment industry:

“Columnist Louis Sobol remembered Bentley coming over to his table one night and whispering, ‘I’m getting married tomorrow and you’re invited.’ When Sobol asked who the lucky man was to be, she giggled and replied, ‘Man? Why boy you’re crazy. I’m marryin’ ——’ and she named another woman singer.” - Eric Garber, “Gladys Bentley: The Bulldagger Who Sang the Blues,” Out/Look, Vol. 1, No. 1, Spring 1988, pp. 52-61.

These examples show some of the various ways queer African American women have created public rituals to express their relationships and have therefore insisted on their rights to full citizenship, many decades prior to the current struggle for marriage equality. 
- Cookie

 

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michfest

deeplezstonerwitch:

i’ve thought about this thing A LOT, and i’ve tried to justify it many ways (in my head like, there are no other places to be with so many dykes of so many different ages at the same time like literally ever!)… but there is no way that i can justify going and still call myself a feminist of any kind, or a radical person of any kind. if you have found a way to do so, i guess that’s cool for you, but if your justification of going is “it’s complicated” or “trans* women are not what the festival is about” or “trans* women can make their own festival” then 1) ew, why are we even friends? and 2) it’s not complicated, how can women not be what a festival FOR women is about!?, and ughhhhhhhhhh. and also, trans* women have been saying this for forever and the fact that cis women (and trans* men) are still like “ilu trans* women but i wanna see jd samson and get fisted in the woods lol but i’ll wear my “trans* women belong here” shirt” is just really really really sad.  

had this exact conversation with myself last night, reached this exact same conclusion, a+ not having to write it up myself

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"Dearest, I reread all your letters today for signs of how, then, you knew that I would later stand in front of you displaying my passion, that I will later, though you already know it and knew it then, make love to you in words and ways you will forget only with great difficulty and after a long time. What wisdom is it that lets you write a future for me - seeing me where I was not yet, as I look at you now - that even I had not read for me and was powerless to invent. This must be the way that desire through its persistent longing makes what we will become for one another, as in the deferred space of love, a future consummation first imagines then writes itself as it waits for us to take ourselves down full length, length to length, our bodies finally side by side one on the other and again, searching for the points, compelling the intersection where two are not two any longer, subject and object indistinct, as with my eyes closed I cannot tell my pleasure from yours, and begin to feel that certain ecstasy we become in one another."

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 23 November 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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