As much as I love all that Vincent van Gogh starry night print clothing, I wish there were more hip Artemisia Gentileschi merch. Where’s my Judith Slaying Holofernes print skater skirts? I wanna wear a baroque painting of a man getting beheaded on my body
Why are we so quick to forget lesbian experiences of dysphoria? Sometimes people talk abt butchness, particularly stone butchness, as a response to dysphoria but it’s so much larger than that. Lesbians have always had a problematic relationship to bodies, expressing sexuality, womanhood…I feel like butch/femme expressions as a whole have always been abt managing dysphoria and gender roles in a way that is reparative and healing and woman-centered. And that’s just the tip of thee iceberg ! *writes a paper abt it* 📝
yeah, i feel like some sort of gender dysphoria is pretty inherent in the alienation of being defined as a woman and especially as a lesbian, which is an important site for solidarity with other lesbians for me personally as a trans woman. i hate the way that identity politics tend to separate “cis” (especially butch) lesbians and “trans” lesbians so far apart because it seems like at the end of the day we’re all kinda just…figuring out how to heal from the fucked up ways gender affects us bodily/socially and that’s a thing we can do together.
@katabasiss you asked for this, bud. (thanks for helping me understand what half of this meant lmao)
Prompt:
kinda wanna write a book about someone who slowly falls in love with a old, god. Slipping into the forest at night for kisses that drip off the skin like liquid gold. Some ethereal beast, some celestial wraith, pressing dead hymnals into tissue-paper skin like there’s no better offering – not gold, not blood, not myrrh – than the sacrifice of your worshipful love. Your quiet love which you tuck into the pages of your favourite book, nestled next to the fading bookmark. Your quiet love which brings this time-touch Un-thing to pause. Brings peace to the cosmos themselves
