when I was a child my cat died and the only way I could rationalise it was drawing her being crucified because I went to a catholic school and I thought that just happened to everyone when they died
On a basic conceptual level our society doesn’t want women to know that lesbianism is even a possibility. It’s seen as a threat when women assert their lesbianism, but love between women is fundamentally trivialized and the intention is to make it appear that way so that aforementioned threat never arises. I remember when I told my mama I was a homo the first thing she said was “It’s normal to think women are pretty” and “I love my female friends” in an attempt to trivialize my love for women. It was only until I asserted myself as being very much romantically involved with women in a way that was incompatible with heterosexuality that she broke out into hysterics lol. It makes me wonder how many women are living unhappy lives because lesbianism is abstracted and isolated so far away from women as a mere conceptual reality.
fun fact: this is literally one reason why lesbianism was never criminalized in the UK
the notion of adding it to the anti-sodomy laws was brought up a few times, but shot down in the 1920s because then women might- gasp! -be aware that such things were possible
“The more you advertise vice by prohibiting it the more you will increase it,” was the thought of James Harris, Fifth Earl of Malmesbury, on the subject
Hamilton John Agmondesham, Earl of Desart, added “I am strongly of opinion that the mere discussion of subjects of this sort tends, in the minds of unbalanced people, of whom there are many, to create the idea of an offence of which the enormous majority of them have never even heard.”
oh no poor babies i’m very glad they’re being cared for though…
fun fact, these are apparently not some breeder’s birds, but some of the feral chickens that wander Key West. like quite a few oddities, they are an important part of Key West culture…
the fact that someone responded to a hurricane with “shit, gotta get the feral chickens” restores my faith in humanity
Hurricane sirens going off and you and your mates are in the woods catching chickens like
there is something so special about podcast live shows. about a room filled with people who share your same hyper-niche interest, about cheering when characters are introduced and iconic lines are said, about participating in the noise. it makes you feel understood, known, celebrated, and above all else, heard.
god i miss queerbaiting. do you guys remember queerbaiting. do you guys remember the good old days. we had it so good. now every mf thinks theyre inventing gay people. i decide when theyre real! stop telling me what to do!
Queer music is impossible to define because we are not a monolith and we all have our own tastes and styles but it sure is not harry styles and taylor swift
when i die i’ll wake up in a point and click escape the room game from 2007 and when i escape the room i’ll wake up in regular hell, and when i solve hell’s puzzles i’ll wake up in my bed and spend 2 hours on my phone reading about the symptoms of mold poisoning even though i know that’s not what that was