#poems about being a lesbian or whatever

[sefalopod]

An Ickle poem (idk just feeling it)

I walk the stairs to hell for you 

I know youre down there too 

Its not a sacrifice i make 

But a pleasure that i take 

Youre a sinner burning bright

But in the fire is that light 

I remember from way back when 

Didnt know it was evil then 

Dont think its evil now 

Despite the sweat on my brow 

What i feel is hot and free 

Maybe its a bit beastly

Maybe im a ruined girl

Broken by a single curl 

But when it falls on your face

I dont mind the place 

I dont mind the flames 

Cant place any blames

I just know its warm and loud 

But we’re part of the crowd

We’re the makers of the sound 

Our feet on solid ground 

They can carry on above 

But down here is my love 

Down here i will stay 

No cares for Judgement Day

[inkskinned]

you balance the catholic guilt & you still eat too many servings of pasta. you split the pomegranate but you think of the lord jesus and his guts spilled across your dining room table. yesterday was father's day and you went to church. your father is also a deacon. he wants you to marry a nice man one day, when the lesbianism wears off.

you are religiously traumatized, probably, but also the world is in absolute chaos. you feel guilty all the time about not being endlessly informed - about the mini breaks you take between in-person activism & volunteer work and doomscrolling through online news articles. you feel guilty you dropped a sweater on the ground. you feel guilty you cannot afford rent. you feel guilty, and you quite actually feel guilty that you feel guilty.

your father isn't a tall man, but he is good at being imposing. yesterday was hard. all father's day activities are. you watched him radicalize in the last 10 years, moving from a man who had some ignorant views to - whatever this is. he crowed at you that 250,000 people showed up to trump's military parade. you have seen the pictures and think that it's very unlikely there were more than 100k. but your father has no shame. your father just says the thing without checking it.

you have a conspiracy theory that, in some small part, the parade was also to rebrand june as military appreciation month. how often they have said why is there no veteran's month, even though there is. the white house's stance on pride this year was that they did not want to acknowledge something that "only affects 7% of the population." you don't know where they got that number, but it's guilt-free. it's just, like, out there. they get to just say things. you can't even fucking imagine.

you haven't grown up. you still wear the 2014 tumblr style shit sometimes. you are still on tumblr. you are still thinking about girls and "holy holy holy" and it always does feel magical and rebellious and incredible to kiss her. nothing is new about love until it is your love, and then it is impervious. and yet - still you feel stuck, and guilty, and the acid in your stomach refuses to settle. all the yearning and the stupid shit, and the fucking guilt.

you make a little poem in your notes app. you make your hands into a little prayerful steeple. your mother tells you that you make yourself crazy. you have a running joke with your friends that if you had no mental illnesses, you'd be unstoppable.

but when you kiss her, you feel it. when you buy groceries. when you forget to text back - you feel it. the little thing inside of you, always fucking chipping away at things.

[ghostlyspiderlily]

Bea Relationships

Stone And Bea

Bea: “He’s so annoying! I hate the fact that he’s a drunk too, it gives me bad memories. Yes, I know, it’s not actually alcohol, but he can still get drunk off it so it counts in my book! But still.. when I overheard him talking about running away when he was young… I get jealous. Jealous that he was able to see the malice in his parents while I couldn’t… Whatever. He’s dumb.”

Stone: “I don’t understand why she’s always disliked it. She always acted rude towards me, so obviously I adapted and acted back. I’m innocent in this.Nim says that “I just don’t understand her” but she doesn’t even give me the chance to understand her. She’s a bitch. She’s like that nepo baby.”

Skipp And Bea

Bea: “He’s a really sweet guy. He always knows what to say to cheer others up. Truly too good for this town. I wish I could be like him. I remember he would be one of the people who would pick Stone up from our tavern when he became drunk and delirious. I appreciate him for that, because I didn’t wanna carry his ass out. I’d always sneak him some free fries as a reward. I just hope he doesn’t stop being friends with me now that I can’t provide that luxury anymore.”

Skipp: “Bea is really sweet! She’s so nice. I don’t get why her and Stone don’t get along well, she’s always been sweet to me, giving us food and stuff. That really counted when we were certain we would be eating Converse tonight. I actually had a bit of a crush on her for a small moment in time? But then I found out she was a lesbian. That’s okay though! She’s still an amazing best friend!”

Vinnie And Bea

Bea: “She’s so cool and strong… I can’t help but be filled with awe every time I see her knock out a Lootbag with her trusty dagger. She’s also a great listener and has a good sense of humor. I know that if I’m ever in a sticky situation, she’ll be there to cover for me. I’m happy to have a friend like her now that I’m on the streets.”

Vinnie: “Nice girl, but she could use some self confidence. She lets people walk all over her like a doormat. I don’t mind speaking up for her when she doesn’t have the courage to say it herself, but eventually she needs to learn to grow a backbone. Other than that, she’s a good friend and is good at making people feel better.”

Nemo And Bea

Bea: “Mmm, I’ve seen them a couple times when I walk through Entertainment Square. They’re the teal clown, right? Yeah, they seem really fun. Managing to entertain Lootbags is a tough feet, and I respect them for being able to do that.”

Nemo: “The girl with the ginger hair dyed purple at the ends, right? Yeah, I’ve seen her walking by a couple times. Her style is sick as hell, reminds me of one of my coworkers, Rosa. I can’t help but feel as if I know her from somewhere….”

 Pebble And Bea

Bea: “Never seen him but I’ve heard that he is Stone’s candy trip demon or whatever. Those things are assholes, but I don’t mind him being an asshole to Stone. So if he torments Stone like I’ve heard, he’s a friend in my books.”

Pebble: “I’ve heard Stone whine and moan about her a couple times, saying that she dumped his Monster out or sold his shoes. I think it’s quite funny, to be honest. She sounds cool. I’d love to meet her. It would totally funny to gang up on Stone with her.”

Rigel And Bea

Bea: “Yes, Rigel may be arrogant and teasing, but I respect the fact that he is able to be that way. I always love seeing the poems he wrote and sometimes I buy a paper just so that he can get some extra coin. Newspapers are too much of a bore for me to read, so at least Rigel doesn’t seem to give a shit about ‘em. A great friend! His brother is a bit too eccentric for my taste though…”

Rigel: “She’s one of the good ones in this shitty town. She always listens to me when I talk to her and I appreciate her patronage. She also appreciates my, ahem, “emo poetry,” so she’s super cool. Even so, the girl is fun to mess with though, she always flushes and blubbers like a seal, it’s amusing to watch her flounder about. Still, she’s a good friend.”

Cen And Bea

Bea: “Some people may think that Rigel and Cen are identical both physically and emotionally, they aren’t. Because one: Rigel has pointy ears and a mole under his right eye while Cen has round ears and a mole under his left eye. Also Cen has those sharp teeth. It’s not that hard. But also, Cen is way more extroverted. I can handle Rigel’s teasing, but sometimes it feels like he’s trying to bully me. Even so, I can’t hate him, because he’s Rigel’s brother.”

Cen: “Rigel likes her…. What do you mean I have to say more? Ugh. But yeah, her and my lil bro are besties or whatever. I’d think that they were an item if I didn’t know Bea was a girlkisser. Anyways, she can’t be terrible if Rigel likes her. Shes fun to bully though because she just takes it. But then I kinda just feel bad.”

Dante And Bea

Bea: “He’s like a father figure to me… my mother and him went on a date and he apparently felt sorry for me after seeing how my mother treated me, so he gave me his phone number. After I became a Scrap, he lets me stay the night at his place because I’m too scared to sleep alone on the streets yet. I’m thankful for his kindness everyday.”

Dante: “My daughter. She’s a real sweet kid and I wish she’d be able to see that in herself. My bar always has a space for her to stay. Her mother is kinda a bitch though.”

Ditch And Bea

Bea: “…”

Ditch: “Oh, lil’ miss goody two shoes huh? Don’t tell her I told you, but we used to date. Yeah, despite the fact she was a major people pleaser, she sure did have a nice body. Then we had a fight after she saw me kill an innocent Scrap and we broke up, and apparently she’s a lesbian now. Maybe that explains why she always seemed uncomfortable kissing me.”

Avrille And Bea

Bea: “Her big candy shop looks really cool. But, I’d never buy anything because I don’t do drugs. From what I’ve heard, she’s kind of a bitch. I dont plan on becoming a lab rat so I’ll keep my distance, thanks. Other than that, not much else to say. She seems fine enough for now, but that’ll change if she ever does anything to me.”

Avrille: “I don’t talk to edgy lesbian children.”

Maroon And Bea

Bea: “So cool… I saw her in my bar once with Tre and she looked super badass. The couple of times I talked with her she’s been really friendly, and gives good advice. She’s like a mentor to me. I want to be a cool person like Maroon one day.”

Maroon: “The girl has stars in her eyes every time she looks at me. She’s a sweet girl, super polite and respectful. She could learn to speak up for herself more and express her opinion, because I enjoy hearing her thoughts and others should to. Shame we don’t get to talk as much now that she’s a Scrap.”

Tre And Bea

Bea: “Its best to keep my distance from him now that I’m a Scrap. I’d rather not end up in a jail cell on a Monday morning. I’m scared of getting imprisoned by him, but he’s also… not that intimidating? Maroon is, but with Tre alone, it’s just like.. some theatre kid. I wonder why he’s even in this line of work.”

Tre: “She used to talk to Maroon a lot. It was annoying cause Maroon would just stand there and give “live laugh love” type advice while we were on the job! Hello, there were criminals out there to find! But apart from being a nuisance, she didn’t seem horrible. I kind of miss her now that she doesn’t come up to Maroon anymore, cause now I don’t get to see Maroon smile for once.”

[talkingtobutchesplay]

HELLO TUMBLR!

Are you a lesbian? Great! A Butch! Even better!!! Are you from Canada? Maybe even Western Canada!!! Fabulous news! I'm looking for butch lesbians from Canada!

What I'm doing:

I write plays. All my best ideas for plays come to me when I'm waiting for the bus and I was like what if I wrote a play but it was entirely composed of adapted interviews with Butches about their lived experience being butch. Anyways so I'm doing that. My plan is to interview (over messages, phone call, in person, whatever works best for you!) Butches. Specifically Canadian butches! I'll take those interviews and turn them into a docuplay!!

Who even am I?

Great question! I'm Clo! I write plays an I've even produced and directed a couple! I've been writing plays since I was 16 and it's something I'm super passionate about. I myself identify as Butch and honestly was inspired by the lesbian anthology books I've read that were written in the 70s and 80s. I also really like Docuplays. I think they are the rawest form of theater and I think that's cool.

What is a Docuplay?

So glad you asked!!! A docuplay is basically a documentary but performed by actors on a stage! If I'm able to get someone to stage this thing once it's done I would be super interested in casting some of the people I interview to play themselves as well! Being interested in performing is however not a requirement to be interviewed and contribute to the overall collection of the play!

Who I'm looking for?

Butches!!! Of all kinds!!!

I do have some requirements though!

-18+ only!

-Be Butch! Any kind of Butch is allowed you just have to identify yourself as Butch! (This includes Studs! Just to clarify!)

-Be Canadian! I'm located in BC so if you wanna do an in person interview you gotta be local (sorry gang) (I can't drive) But like I said before I am super down for any kind of interview that works for you!!

-And lastly, you gotta be ok with your story being public. I can change your name, places, dates, or anything else you would like when I write your story into the play but I want to be very clear that I really want to publish and stage this play eventually! If you aren't interested in having your story performed on a stage then this probably isn't the project for you, but I would love for you to follow along with the project!

Stories I'm looking for:

Anything really! I'm using the word interview lightly. Do you have a funny lesbian bar story? A relationship that you want to talk about? Your experience being butch? A poem you wrote? Something light? Something heavy? All stories are welcome! I want this to play to capture a wide range of experiences!!

How to join the project?

DM me! Or send me an ask! Either or lol. If enough people are interested I might make like a discord server or have like an email list or smth for communicating.

How many people am I looking for?

I'm hoping to have at least 20 stories. I will welcome more or less stories, if I get too many to fit into one play I would be interested in exploring an anthology or some other way to include everyone but I honestly don't know how many people this will even reach lol.

Thanks for reading! I hope I've interested some people! Have a great day, I hope to hear from some of you soon ^_^

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

--Pride Poems 2024 Masterpost--

Poems I Wrote

A star (*) indicates the poem is one of my favorites, and whatever this symbol is (^) will indicate a favorite of @leafgorge, the person I did this project with

Day 1 - Lesbian / wlw

Day 2 - Gay / mlm*^

Day 3 - Bisexuality

Day 4 - Transgender*^

Day 5 - Queerness In General^

Day 6 - Intersex*

Day 7 (Poem A) - Aromantic

Day 7 (Poem B) - Asexual

Day 7 (Poem C) - Aroace

Day 8 - My Personal Experience With My Gender*^

Day 9 - My Definition of Non-Binary

Day 10 - My Definition of Genderfluid

Day 11 - Nex Benedict Memorial Poem*^

Day 11 - BONUS POEM*^

Day 12 - Closeted

Day 13 - Rainbows*^

Day 14 - My Transition Goals*^

Day 15 - Pride

Day 16 - Questioning^

Day 17 (Poem A) - Polyamory

Day 17 (Poem B) - Demiromantic^

Day 18 (Poem A) - Aplatonic

Day 18 (Poem B) - Unlabeled

Day 19 - Agender^

Day 20 - Genderqueer

Day 21 - Being Outed

Day 25 - Homo/Transphobia*^

Day 26 - How I Repressed Myself*^

Day 27 - Transfem^

Day 28 - Transmasc^

Day 29 - Transneu^

Day 30 - Finale^

@leafgorge's Fantastic Pride Flag Paintings

Go give these some love all of these are fantastic

A ^ indicates that they are a favorite of Leaf, * indicates favorite of me, same as before

Lesbian*^

Gay

Bisexual*

Transgender^

Queer*^

Intersex^

Aroace*

Agender

Non-Binary^

Closeted*

Nex Benedict*^

Genderfluid

Rainbows*^

Asexual*^

Aromantic*^

Questioning

Polyamorous*^

Demiromantic*

Unlabeled*

Genderqueer^

Pansexual

Transfem*^

Transmasc*^

Transneu*

The Finale

Thank Yous & A Story

Poems Others Made Inspired By This Challenge

(If you made one and want to be added just send me an ask with a link to the poem and it's theme)

A Hug To The Children of the Rainbow (Theme: Queer) - @randomshowerpoems

A Love You Feel (Theme: Aromantic) - @spirit-phone-daily

Untitled (Theme: Greyromantic) - @reinagony

I Say With Pride (Theme: Me?! Wait what!?!?!) - @totheidiot

sorry about the long post y'all

[the-blossica-fan]

Hello there, guess it's time to be silly ^-^

To share publicly, the crack ship of Recoleta and Barcarola!

*crickets*

...Look it's funny to imagine 😭 (what would it even be called. Recaroleta? 😭)

They'd have a lot to talk about (coughrecoletaaskingheraboutthefreebreezecough) and it would be funny to watch the writer fumble

Recoleta follows the same fate of having one whole dollar 😔

The silly comrade has come to give me a silly vision that I haven't answered...

Pfffft

Truth is, that's a very silly crackship. That being said, you have put together worse. (I slowly turn to the pile of lesbians in the drawer)

Anyways, Recoleta would click well with Barcarola. In the sense that she keeps saying accidentally flirty things while looking stupidly handsome and Barcarola slowly tries to decipher whether she's being herself or flirting.

And, would Recoleta be able to put up with rivaling her love to... A huge ass musical instrument?!

Different visions totally, a writer mostly focused on poems and novels, and a musician who loves her instrument the most. Imagine your love rival is an instrument taller than you.

Would it work out? Most likely (?)

Recoleta is known for not staying in one place, and Barcarola also doesn't want to settle just yet, so they may travel together by boat like a true writer's dream. Or whatever Recoleta is saying.

Oh, poor Recoleta, you may go with Lorelei "5$ and a fly" and pre 2.7 Windsong "A penny and a dream" with your dollar and your miseries.

[aikainkauna]

The slashy tragedy of Ahmad

Another variant Thief of Bagdad headcanon, with illustrations.

Premise: Ahmad is gay (yes, this point has been made since 1940, but bear with me),

But he is also too dumb to realise he's gay, and thus strings poor Abu along...

What’s medieval Arabic for “bullshit?“ No, Abu... he’s set his sights on pussy. He thinks he can do it. And yet, he still has the fucking nerve to utter this line:

Abu’s face says it all. Bitch, now you’re just twisting the knife.

But Abu helps him anyway, because he loves him that much. Thus, we have Ahmad The Clueless bumbling his way into heterosexuality through Yassamin's garden, because that's what he's read princes and princesses do.

He’s seen this miniature of the badass legendary hero, Prince Zal, climbing up the passionate Princess Rudaba's harem walls to get laid (note the pink walls and everything)!

And then he recites poetry at her, because that's what you do.

Note that in the 1001 Nights, anything and everything is accomplished by reciting/quoting something beautiful and/or witty on the spot. This is not just a "chicks like romantic stuff, better throw some at her" thing. So to all the morons who scoff at this stuff now when they watch the movie? Tough. It's a *major* rule in all these stories, often forgotten in Western screen adaptations, because Westerners just don't randomly quote song lyrics all the time (which would be the closest equivalent--poems were the pop songs of the day, passed along in song format). So they don't get it/and or don't think it fits unless you’re going for a musical. But it's a big deal in the Near East, Persia in particular. (I'm told in Teheran, taxi drivers will quote Hafiz at you. Which is awesome). And this is actually pne of the major reasons why I really like ToB, because everybody *does* speak in poetry all the time, Ahmad especially!

Even at Jaffar’s pet lesbians. So this dialogue retains a major element of the original culture that makes up for the elements they *didn't* get right (ladies wearing turbans would have *actually* been considered drag in this era, BTW, but then again, I’m sure they are Halima’s pet lesbians). But anyway, Ahmad just does the standard cool thing to do, whenever you want to benefit from a situation. Hence, poetry.

Also, Yassamin?

Bitch is twenty-one. She's basically an old maid by medieval standards, when girls were married off as soon as they hit puberty, or even earlier. Thanks to her dad being what we scientifically call batshit fucking crazy, the poor girl has been locked up in a harem until she's hit her twenties (I actually imagine her to be 17 or so, but June was 21). So she's been there, sexually frustrated as *fuck,* for years and years, fantasising about djinn or mythical heroes like Zal and shit (because it's not like a flesh and blood guy could ever have a chance).

She’s been stuck there dreaming about Wild Ravishments (TM), and been hot and bothered thanks to whatever sexy sexy seductive magic our resident creepy stalker wizard has been throwing her way.

FINALLY her dark shadow lover has arrived!

So, of course she falls for the first guy that shows up. She doesn't know what the fuck, except

So. You know. He’s like

“What do I do now? Is this how you heterosexual? What does a modern, liberated 9th century Arab girl even want from a man? Poetry? Shall I try poetry?”

And she’s like

Two fools deluding themselves.

Which is a shame. Because they really are cute in their own, innocent fairytale way. And really pretty, too.

While Abu, who's the smartest of the bunch and who *does* know a vagina-incompatible guy when he sees one, sighs in exasperation...

Look, he is a pretty lad. It would *not* be the first time a guy's had a crush on him (also insert here an essay about how the love of a man for his beautiful youth was THE most common form of love in the aforementioned medieval Persian poetry)... so he's done all this shit for his beloved Ahmad, saved his life time and time again (NOT UNLIKE A CERTAIN WIZARD with his equally dim Pwinzezz) and the guy still doesn't get it.

No amount of pretty, shirtless, glistening and collared boys can help poor Abu's cause. Ahmad, buddy, you may have got your eyesight back, but you're still blind.

Jaffar, on the other hand, basically fucking brought Ahmad up from a baby. He *knows* what's up; knows it intimately. So it's honestly no surprise that he looks so fucking satisfied (and disturbingly horny) when he sees Ahmad in the marketplace. His plan of turning Ahmad into a sex object for other guys is complete, and he looks like he's even tempted to sample summa that.

Just for a test drive, you know. He is an engineer after all.

But no. Even if he arranges Ahmad out of the way and keeps on creeping on Ze Pwinzezz, proving his love over

and

over...

Nothing comes out of it.

"Goddammit, bitch! At least *I* am into pussy! I am the LONE bisexual penis-owner in this sea of gays!"

But all to no avail: in the classic tragedy of the guy who's everything Yassamin's dreamed of (cultured... sensitive... an eye for rakish beggar fashions that are *so* chic for 816 CE...) turning out to be a closet case, she hurtles on towards a lifetime of sexual dissatisfaction.

(A medieval Muslim princess glomping a guy she’s not married to, in public?! See what a raunchy little wench we lost here? O, the potential!)

When the guy who's quite clearly a fucking expert at hot hard kinky wizard sex, the guy who can control the elements and who builds fucking sex toys in his basement, the only one who could’ve truly helped that Babylonian harlot within her to flourish, hurtles towards the Tigris with an arrow in his skull.

Just fucking wait until he gets back onto Tumblr and writes a seething post on how this is a classic oppression case. #panthersexualerasure #anti-persian sentiment #MUGGLES!

And so it comes to pass that Ahmad, the guy who's confessed he has had 365 wives and doesn't know how to love them, enters into marriage with wife no. 366.

Note that she’s wearing part drag with that turban again, so I reckon she’s starting to realise what’s up. And I suppose the nosebag helps collect all her tears of DEEP REGRET AT NOT HAVING CHOSEN THE HOT SEX WIZARD INSTEAD.

Abu, however, knows what up, and makes his exit from this charade along. A. Fucking. Rainbow.

Have fun discovering the truth about yourselves in, oh, maybe the next 20 years of sexual frustration, guys!

[simplegenius042]

"What Archetypes Are Your OCs?" Quiz, Top Four Fictional Crushes and The Worst Ship Chart Ever

Tagged by @shellibisshe @inafieldofdaisies @josephseedismyfather @voidika and @imogenkol

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @icecutioner @strangefable @strafethesesinners @josephslittledeputy @rhettsabbott @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @turbo-virgins @aceghosts @afarcryfrommymain @derelictheretic @deputy-morgan-malone @wrathfulrook @softtidesworld @shallow-gravy @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @vampireninjabunnies-blog @cloudofbutterflies92 @florbelles @sleepyconfusedpotato @titiagls @minilev @skoll-sun-eater @thewanderer-000 and @lulu2992 (for Top Four Fictional crushes, but you can join with the other tags if you want).

Three results for OC archetypes, a listing of four of my fictional crushes (oh fuck-) and two worst ship charts ever. You can find the quiz here. You can find these and the template for the chart below.

Three results for Archetypes for OCs from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore.

ALFRED "JEFF" HOPPER (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

I don't this is necessarily correct. Throughout the first two sagas (The Pefect Storm and The Omniscient Rule sagas), Jeff has been nothing more than a supporting and often times tertiary protagonist. Maybe not a main but definitely important. He has moments of selfishness, sure, but that's not often. The only really selfish "messed shit up for everyone" moment was when he took the opportunity to change course of events which worsened the space-time continuum while he had been helping the Time Guard chase after a time-travelling mass serial killer fugitive who had been making Time unstable in the first place, which wasn't even out of malicious intent, rather he just wanted his bestest friend back from non-existence, that being Lena Elliot. So yeah, he screwed up, but not to a villainous extent.

ALEXANDER KHAOS (THE SILVER CHRONICLES)

Oh god another villain result. Which... is more accurate for Alexander than it is for Jeff. He's more of an antagonist to Silva, that's for sure (being the right-hand man and Chosen Extraordinaire, which is basically Jacob's top elite Chosen, of Jacob Seed). He has unresolved trauma in regards to his time in Wellington Wells and has embraced his role in Hope County in Eden's Gate, though if a stronger or more ideological compatible person came around, he'd take his loyalists (which includes Hannah McCalkin) and leave Jacob behind.

ALPH DOLEN (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE)

Link to Minecraft Poem for anyone interested. Oh good, I worried it wasn't going to be different. And OH WOW! Alph got read to filth here. Kind of ironic that he craves love and wants to be surrounded by love but is the "Lone Wanderer". Doubly ironic when he's ghoulified... something that should be where he is rejected by everyone and everything, but ends up with more than he could ever ask for, especially with Ress and Amata... until Arcane Urias ruins everything, as he does.

Here's the list of my top four fictional crushes:

Maki Zen'in - Jujutsu Kaisen (Specifically post-Shibuya Arc)

(I want to be lifted up and carried bridal-style in her arms)

2. Soundwave - Transformers Prime (when I was young and both completely blind without glasses I didn't know I required and literacy blind to whatever I was watching, I thought this Soundwave (the only one I had been introduced to at the time) was female... he's still pretty aesthetically pleasing though, cool AF, and a caring parent to Laserbeak so...)

3. Faith Seed - Far Cry 5 (daydreaming-about-frollicking-in-green-flower-fields-and-living-in-cozy-cottages lesbians UNITE!)

(however fair warning she might get you high enough to talk to God and try to convince you to join her older adoptive brother's cult)

4. GLaDOS - Portal

(...her soothing condescending voice that belittles and tries to get you killed and her smooth + robust curves in her awesome design enchant me...)

Honourable Mention goes to (look'em up):

5. Sea Empress - Subnautica

Two of the worst ship charts for The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters.

Translation for the unreadable:

What draws them together? Initially the mystery surrounding each other as no one except a very specific few know much about their former lives, and their opposing factions forces them to interact a lot, and thanks to the Bliss, that's what they mostly end up doing. Plus they mostly fit each others preferences.

What stands in the way? They are at war in two opposing factions, one that wants to kill/detain (Resistance) and the other that will kill but will try to indoctrinate Silva (Eden's Gate). Opposing morality, beliefs and trust issues also get in the way.

What are their good traits? Silva and Faith find companionship with another due to their similar past/current circumstances, and Silva's compassion and unexpected kindness is bizarre and appealing to Faith, as her cunning and passions are appealing to Silva. Both are willing to sabotage their own factions to keep the other around a bit longer, plus their determination to find a peaceful resolution.

What makes them hopeless at romance? Trust, or lack there of. Silva is weary that Faith will report anything she says to Joseph to better get her into Eden's Gate, while Faith is weary that Silva is trying to get close to manipulate her into coming out into the open to better take her down. Both are correct in the beginning but later down the line it gets muddied. Silva also refuses to speak of her past (understandable) except for the vaguest of truths while Faith doesn't fully open herself up in fear of being scorned. Not to mention it's been a long while since Silva had been in a romantic relationship and Faith is very inexperienced.

Describe them with one trope: Toxic Toxic "I can fix her" & "I can make her worse/better" Enemies-To-Lovers Yuri.

Translation for the unreadable (Also note that when Jennifer is talking about her partner, it's mostly complaining about Sonya, and Sonya's image is more a reference to what I closely envision her as):

What draws them together? They both fail to kill each other and have a bone to pick with both Dicko and Sir Enigma Malvolio and they're also considered "non-human" now.

What stands in their way? Sonya is unstable to the point she's agitated enough to kill others on instinct which Jennifer is trying to control much to Sonya's distaste. There's also the fact Sonya is like a 12-foot something mecha-beastie which she doesn't think Jennifer finds attractive. Jennifer is in denial of her feelings and believes if she loses control of Sonya then it will be right back to square-one like it was with Dicko or she'd die, either one.

What are their good traits? They both have a common interest revenge against Dicko (successful) and Malvolio (work-in-progress), and Sonya acts as Jennifer's trump card and intimidation factor in their illegal business. Both also have an appreciation for their brutal honesty and openness with one another and relatability (with Jennifer as a synthetic human and Sonya's brain transferred to a mecha-beastie). They have no problems committing murder together.

What makes them hopeless at romance? Jennifer is used to being treated as an object of lust and since her freedom from Dicko and take over of his business has pushed to be in control of everything (including Sonya) and is trying to ensure she doesn't lose that control and denying all romantic/sexual feelings, while Sonya is a victim of Malvolio and his treatment of her has left a lot of psychological scars where she dehumanizes herself and does everything in her power to prove it correct too.

Describe them with one trope: Toxic "I can make you so-so-so worse baby" bloody murder Yuri situationship/partnership on a mission of revenge with a pinch of monsterfucking and goes from "I want to kill you" to "I'd kill for you" pipeline.

Template below:

[alice-ness]

*holding my hands out aggressively*

GIVE ME THE HEADCANONS

Please I am so content starved it is not even funny, I want the hight school headcanons PLEASE

I love all of them but it I had to chose for only a few I would say gimme Chip and Leaf please

Also I like that one fic u have with Logainne, and Chip, and Leaf, it's really awesome, I'm that one person who commented begging you to please continue the fic and not drop it

K that's it, hope u have a good day byeeeeee

:p

hi!!! tysm for asking here's highschool headcanons for chip and leaf! ((and sorry it took a while) 🙏🙏 ALSO im so glad u like the fic i will try to finish it but it might be a little while #busybee

in this au they all are in similar grades bc i thought abt trying to make it work in canon but it just doesn't rip

chip tolentino

- goes to highschool with marcy, leaf, and marigold

- yes he is incredibly tortured by seeing her all the time lol

- in his freshman year he had a random slump and kind of just did nothing and sulked around all the time (post child boy scout burnout/gifted kid burnout)

- like his grades were... whatever but he didn't talk to anyone and didn't do any extra curriculars

- his parents got tired of him being so suddenly lethargic-teenager so they made him join track

- he's actually really good at it, and eventually (not freshman year but eventually) he's semipopular in an awkward way where people know him but he doesn't TALK to all those people

- does really embarrassing dares with his track teammates. He's not necessarily pressured so much as he gets really into it in the moment LOL

- i put this in the fic but he ran into leaf at a club fair and they hang out now lol

- and leaf hangs out with logainne so he started hanging out with logainne

- and he has some classes with marcy and they were both in a school-rut so they bonded

- wasn't for a while that leaf naturally got the whole spelling bee group hanging out together but that was incredibly weird for chip ... bc... it's kind of weird in general

- especially hanging with barfee but they make up and they're homies (who play argue and play brawl)

- had to do a creative writing unit and discovered he's really good at that too but he's kinda embarrassed about it

- he likes like typical story writing and also nostalgic poems but he's even more embarrassed about that

- he and olive once made eye contact at a creative writing contest he went to without telling anyone and now she wards his secret

- one summer marcy got really into skateboarding and chip tried it out too to be supportive but he ate shit every. Single. time.

- chip learned to drive his junior year and really wanted a sports car but he got a shitty hand me down dad car

- one time marcy called him like "hey can you pick me up" nd he was like "from where" and she's like. "from san francisco?'

- bro how did u even get there

- he does it anyway tho

- they're like besties and they go on a lot of late night snack missions

- if they watch scary movies he will be screaming and crying and she'll be like "oh my god pay attention"

- has a crush on like every single girl he talks to

- sometimes they overlap with logainne's crushes and it's very awkward, especially bc he listens to her disaster lesbian rants at every sleepover

- he grows a really shitty puberty stache he's very proud of and EVERYONE (minus leaf who is unconditionally supportive) BEGS him to shave it

- his dad sits him down like Son. What are you doing.

- ramen and hotpockets diet (if he wanted to cook he'd be good at it tho)

- also this is just me projecting but he's filipino cuz i say so (and my word is law bc it's AAPI month /j)

- 5'5 forever... he constantly prays it'll change

- is really good at dioramas

- goes to school dances to complain in the corner the whole time about the music and the food

- could be misconstrued as mysterious but he's just awkward

- most indecisive person of all time and makes it everyone else's problem

leaf coneybear

- not ALL of his siblings made the switch to public school for high school but some did, including marigold (and pinecone who is older than them)

- it was a hard switch but it doesn't take long to find his crowd bc he's a naturally charismatic person

- his crowd is theater kids. he really loves improv and straight plays, he loves musicals too but he doesn't have great rhythm LOL

- he also LOVES helping make costumes, and in junior/senior year he's on the board

- still likes to make some of his own clothes

- was always tall for his age but had a growth spurt before freshman year and he's like. 6'1 LOL he's a stringbean

- sneaks both his cats and logainne into his school

- yes admin is tired but damn are his cats cute

- logainne is his best friend for literal life they are inseparable and will find any reason to hang out

- kind of an energy drink addict (they're not allowed in his house but he WILL drink too many anywhere else if u don't watch out and then crash and feel sick)

- (sidenote he HAS calmed down some but he can still be distractable and is still rlly high energy. Some days he takes to just completely slow down and veg out tho which is nice) (like pretty much he just won't stomp around and roar or whatever in the middle of sentences like in im not that smart 😭)

- on the complete opposite end of that he's also an organic fruit smoothie addict

- he also loves to bake and he's REALLY good at it but his younger siblings aren't allowed sugar so he will spontaneously get a bunch of ingredients and then show up at his friends' houses late at night to borrow their kitchen

- he tries to "spread the love" by doing this equally at all his friends places

- olive is his #1 baking buddy tho!

- also speaking of siblings he's the best older brother ever and he doesnt really like to be home but he'll spend time with his siblings

- .... his parents just keep havin babies

- anyway he's not as good at cooking bc it bores him so he'll get distracted and let things burn whoops

- tons of sleepovers at logainnes he's like a son to her dads

- gets a giant van to drive all his friends around in, it's decked out

- fixes holes in his friends clothes

- they all have a million friendship bracelets bc he just gets sappy and makes more or forgets he made one

- keeps everything ever given to him

- loves interactive science museums where u get to touch stuff more than ANYYYYTHIIIING. He will get lost in the dino bones

- and loves nature and hikes but mainly to look at bugs

- is the king of poster projects in class

- wasn't allowed to watch horror movies as a kid so logainne showed him some classic his freshman year and he literally couldn't sleep for a week but now he likes them, just mostly the campy stuff

- so stuff like little shop, rocky horror, r his the musicals bc it's cheesy campy horror AND theater!

- also first got social media like freshman/sophomore year and he just posts poorly taken pictures and occasionally answers his friends dms

- junior year on, a good amount of his theater peers develop like silly little crushes on him but he's completely oblivious and chip is just so jealous bc he gets no bitches

- he's the glue of the 25th annual kids bc he sort of just naturally started hanging out w them individually again and was like Oh shit why don't we all just hang out

- he is the only person marcy will cuddle

- (on that note he's the group teddy bear)

[flamingskull28]

__

Dear 4

I have noticed in our time as friends how much we differ from each other. You are energetic and bubbly and I am often reserved yet we complement each other so well.

While you are the comforting warmth of the sun, I am the cold drowsiness of the moon.

You are a hot scorching desert with no power, I am the fringed chills of the artic planes.

If you can defeat an army with pure brute strength and skill, I can take the out one at a time without a whisper being heard.

and if you, my dear 4, are a bright beacon who shines their light to all and spreads warmth and joy without discrimination then I am a lost soul in the dark, wanting only to be engulfed by your light.

Maybe you don't understand or maybe you do... but what I really mean by all this is a question. 4 will you go ou-

---

"Heya 8, you've been in here for hours. I'm getting worried." 4 said startling 8 and making the poor octoling fumble and stutter, not helped by how close 4 was. 8 quickly hide the paper behind her.

"I've- well.. I've uh j-just been writing. A-A poem, nothing s-special." 8 really hoped her face covering blush could be taken as from suprise.

"Oh, really!?" 4 said with a light in her eyes that made 8's hearts skip a beat. "Can I see, your work is always amazing." 4's smile was so genuine and curious that it took all of 8's power to resist.

"Uh it's a w-work in progress.. Once I-I'm done I'll show you." 8 really wished she'd have the courage, but the trash can next to her desk with a stack of discarded papers overflowing out of it didn't make that seem likely.

"Hmmm, aw fine. I guess I can wait.." 4 sighed but still kept her chripy mood "Anyway, you've been in here all day. I got a movie for us to watch!"

"I-I kinda wanna finish this-" 8 was cut off as 4 grabbed her hand instantly destroying any train of thought the poor lesbian had.

"Pleaseeeeeeee, it's so empty around the house when you're not out there with me. I wanna talk and watch a movie with you. I bought your favorite chips and drinks just so we could." 4's eyes were that of puppies in cuteness and sadness but like a knife in how they cut deep inside her more than the whole of the metro did. 8's hearts physically pained seeing 4 so upset, a small part of 8 felt honored that 4 enjoyed her presence so much but.... seeing 4's frown was a poison to 8's very soul that coursed further through her veins every second it existed.

"Don't feel like you have to... i-it's okay if you *sniff* don't wann-"

"NO! I-I do want to watch the movie! Please do not be upset, I haven't been getting anywhere with my poems anyway." 8 begged and pleaded in her head for 4 to smile again for her body may not be able to handle seeing the frown any longer.

"R-Really? I was starting to think I-I was annoying you with wanting to hang out all the time..." 4's frown vanished but her heavenly smile refused to grace 8 once more.

"No, 4 you never annoy me. Never! Now then what movie are we watching?" 8 smiled and she was instantly met with the wide tooth grin of 4. The poison in her veins vanished from this power and 8 felt at ease again. Even if her hearts were beating twice as fast and her face felt so hot, she would not be surprised if it melted off any second now.

"It's that Five days at franks... or whatever it was called movie! I've heard a lot about it being good! I really hope we-" 4 rambled for a moment, an all too often occurrence that entranced 8 the same it had the first hundred times, but she managed to find enough will power to grab her pencil and finish writing the poem.

Stuffing it in her back pocket, 8 walked over to 4 and gestured for them to go to the tv. 4 nodded and grabbed her hand, still rambling her theories while dragging 8 over. Unawake of the blush her action was causing.

regardless 8 quickly settled in, sitting next to 4 on the couch as close as she could manage without seeming to weird. She wanted to be close but she could settl-

As if reading 8's mind 4 grabbed her and pulled her close. Leaning on the octolings and cuddling up to her should while starting the movie. 8 felt her blush burn brighter, her gaze turned to the inkling who watched the screen intently. Making occasional comments but seeming content with snuggling up to 8. A smile joined the blush on 8's face and a thought her brain never considered arrived. Could 4 like her back?

8 considered what to do with this thought, maybe it was best to keep it to her-.... No this had gone on too long.

"Hey 4?" the inkling turned to look at her, still not moving her head from 8's arm "Do you want to see the poem I was working on?"

[thecreelhouse]

sorry not to be parasocial but

The first and only time I got to see Andrea Gibson live was with my mom, who also adores their work, and halfway through the show I passed out and they had to stop everything. (I always joke how it was the best place to pass out bc I’ve never felt safer than I did that night in a room full of lesbians and doctors LMAO)

I felt so bad that happened, even though it was out of my control, and funnily enough during a poem andrea wrote about their chronic illness. (no one made me feel bad btw but just out of habit of feeling shame for being sick and usually ruining things I did, and this was before I had concrete answers)

Anyway fast forward to the very beginning of the pandemic, when andrea I believe had to end their tour early, posting about it on IG— my mom comments something brief about how happy she was we got to see them live, even if it wasn’t the entire show before I fainted lol. And so many kind strangers replied to my mom asking how I was doing 😭 Andrea also asked and was so sweet in their reply, and ended up messaging my mom to ask if they could send us something. They sent us signed books and tour merch, and that act of empathy and kindness still sticks with me all these years later.

I had always hoped they’d be able to tour again so my mom and I could support them, and maybe be lucky enough to thank them irl for the care package and just their kindness in general. Though it never happened, I can only imagine how they’ve touched so many other lives through their work and just their unapologetic love for their own identity, and encouragement for other queer folks to live their truths. Pansy was such a crucial read for me when I started exploring and questioning gender, as I’m sure for many, many other queer readers.

I hope whatever the afterlife is, they have a good one, one that’s comfortable and pain free and full of love. And I hope if there is an afterlife, wherever that may be, they know how impactful their presence was to so many, especially the queer community and writers.

My heart is sad over Andrea’s passing, but I am so grateful to have interacted with them in that small, yet powerfully thoughtful way. They’ll be dearly missed.

[joswriting]

•❅───✧❅ joswriting ❅✧

: ̗̀➛ writeblr intro

Hello there! My name is Jo (shocker!), I am in my 20s and I write stories and poems in my free time. I used to have a writing account on here many moons ago and I really miss the community, friendship and support of talking with other writers about our projects, so I am trying to rebuild what I've lost.

: ̗̀➛ about me

very interaction friendly. we're all just people on here (also please tag me in games forever)

science fiction! science fiction is my everything. it's whatever. I'm normal about it

themes I write about a lot include: death anxiety, internalized bigotry, general dissatisfaction and the complex and confusing nature of existence

scifi flavour wise i like doing weird time or multiverse stuff

I'm also queer (lesbian, aromantic, whatever), if that matters. This comes up a lot in my writing be it explicit or not.

I write in German and English

: ̗̀➛ my wips/projects

⸻ On the end of everything 🌠

An "essay" on how the multiverse died, those who noticed, and how they learned to live with their fates

[reblog tag] [posts tag] [wip intro]

⸻ Poetry 🗒️

I don't post my poetry on tumblr, instead I self host it here. I love writing poems I get such a kick out of it!

My favourite poem of mine atm is this one: Lines Out Of Context

⸻ Starship Lovelace 🚀

The Starship Lovelace is an Earth vessel far from home. The human crew mysteriously disappeared decades ago - now a small group of aliens has claimed the ship.

[posts + reblog tag]

A collection of half-assed short trips, I'm trying to build my own kind of space ship show here. It mostly serves as a way for me to keep writing and get ideas out of my head without much drafting or anything. I've got a pretty good vague plot for it in my head and I'm trying to do it justice with my newer, more thought out chapters. You can see all entries: here.

The stories are hosted on the space story collection pubnix/website Cosmic.Voyage, which i just know some of you would get a kick out of.

: ̗̀➛ inspiration

on the comedy side: the two Dirk Gently books, the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the Red Dwarf novels and Doctor Who and the Krikkitmen in particular (British people are grim, I like it)

on the more serious side: Frankenstein (my favourite book everr), many Doctor Who hiatus novels but especially Dead Romance by Lawrence Miles, the works of H.G. Wells (love that guys scifi that just completely misses the mark but was properly scientifically researched for its own time) and, to an extent, Der Tod und andere Höhepunkte meines Lebens by Sebastian Niedlich, which is a book I remember liking a lot as a young-ish teen

generally I'm a huge fan of Doctor Who and Star Trek

I sometimes reblog posts about media i really like on here too so for more check out the tag: good media

So. The first thing I’d better do is invent my audience. I'll pretend there are thousands of you out there, and I'll pretend you're all just like me; young, smart, pretty, and sarcastic (NB I’m probably being ironic here, although I’m not really sure any more). Just so we’ve got some common ground, I'll pretend you were born sometime in the late 1940s… No, sod that. I'll pretend you were born on 15 August 1948. All of you.

Well, why not? If you’re going to invent an audience, why not invent one in your own image?

-- Dead Romance, First Notebook

[becausegoodbye]

Lesbian Inflorescence

For the longest time, I was so cautious and ashamed about reading lesbian stuff. I felt unerringly drawn to it, but I had such a powerful internal prohibition against being an intruder in that space – a shameful interloper sullying it for everyone else – that I mostly avoided it. It's only now, well into my second year of transition, that I feel like those old walls are fully breached, and I'm finally free to read all the deranged lesbian novels and sappy yuri and horny dyke poetry I want.

The amount I want, it turns out, is kind of a lot. Here are some recent favourites.

*

Monique Wittig - The Lesbian Body

This experimental French novel from 1973 hits a high watermark of sapphic insanity that I'm not sure has ever been equalled. Most of it is the narrator and her lover performing surreal erotic surgeries on each other: digging through the viscera and loving each other from the inside out. Long past the point where an ordinary person would be expected to have died, these women endure: grinning and licking each other's brains, spooling small intestines in their hands, always finding more of each other to love. Absolute engulfment.

Sakaomi Yuzaki – She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat

On the other end of the spectrum entirely: the sweetest manga imaginable about two neighbours slowly wending their way into becoming each other's most important person, through the central mechanism of cooking and eating together. Page upon page is devoted to the wordless erotics of Kasuga methodically eating large amounts of food while Nomoto grins at her starry-eyed. They make a refuge for each other from the world, and everything they need is already there. It's so fucking great.

Bonus treat: there's a live-action TV show that's also a complete delight. I watched it through with my girlfriend (always over breakfast, the rule delightfully became), and while it's even slower to build than the comic, it also has gorgeous performances from both leads. You can find video files and fan-made subtitles for season one and season two here, provided by the lovely Furritsubs.

Beautiful Barbarians: Lesbian Feminist Poetry

I'm obsessed with this collection. Published by Onlywomen Press in the UK in 1986, each author is given a photo-bio and at least four poems, and they come to you like a series of sit-down conversations with older wiser women handing you earthenware mugs of tea and instructing you how to pay attention. There are a variety of styles and concerns, but the connecting thread is the aliveness, the nearness, the groundedness. There is breath in all of these lungs, and in yours.

Takashi Ikeda – The Two of Them Are Pretty Much Like This

Another lovely, quiet, slice-of-life yuri manga, with delicate attention to the relationship dynamic between its two leads (already in a relationship and living together), and a lot of lived-in insights into their work as a voice actor and romance writer respectively. I love the way Wako and Sakuma are always touching in this: lovingly flopping over each other, encouragingly patting a head, lazily stroking a thigh. I sent a genuinely ridiculous number of panels from this manga to my girlfriend, all giddily captioned "us!!!" It's gorgeous.

There's one fact about this manga that's kind of odd, and that is that it is – putatively – written by a man, Takashi Ikeda. I've generally avoided yuri written by men (for obvious reasons), but this one struck me immediately as an exception. It was only once I got to Volume 4 that it became clarified for me why. In that book, a new character is introduced: a highschool baseball player who also lives in their building, and who's very nearly the first male character of the entire series. (Whatever others there are are all extremely minor and incidental.) This kid sees Wako and Sakuma out together, mistakenly believing that tall, deep-voiced Sakuma is a trans woman – and not just any trans woman, but one who's pulling it off amazingly, with a cute girlfriend and a loose comfy style and an enviable ease about her – and immediately understands, "Oh God, I want that."

The kid has a bunch of normal egg doubts ("It's not like I hate my body ... and I'm aware that I won't look good in women's clothes ... and there's no way I can be the ace of a weak baseball team if I have a woman's body ..."), but the force of the revelation is obvious. She's a young gay trans woman, and seeing Sakuma and Wako together clarified the vision of that for her. It also, at the same time, clarified for me why this series is able to be so good.

Takashi Ikeda, you can take hormones! If you want to be a woman, you can literally be one! It's a messy process, but it really does work!

I know there are different schools of thought about how rude it is to draw these kinds of inferences about others, but honestly: it just makes so much sense of the whole series. I suspected even before the transfeminine storyline in Volume 4, just because of how lovingly observed Sakuma and Wako's dynamic was and how utterly peripheral men are to their world. (More precisely: I voiced to my girlfriend my suspicion that the author was a closeted trans woman or a cis lesbian using a masculine pen name. Either way, a straight man was off the table!) The introduction of the transfeminine highschooler – and that one devastating page especially: the scrunched-up face in the bath, the lurching memory of that want, the flash of a different body – was just the cherry on top. Politely, babygirl: no cis guy is writing and drawing that. Not like that.

It's silly, but I desperately want to tell this mangaka that I have never met: I promise it's possible. You can have this kind of relationship. You can look at your body with actual affection and pride, because you chose to make it more what you want it to be. I know it seems unfeasible now, when the obstacles are so much nearer and more clarified than the rewards, but once you start: all you'll be able to regret is not having started earlier. You don't even need to go through doctors if you don't want! DIY hormones are available with just a bit of intrepid Googling. Wanting it is the only requirement. This can happen for you.

And I don't say this from the position of someone who's transitioned flawlessly and completely, who's had a panoply of surgeries and is read as a woman in 100% of social situations. I'm in a much clumsier middleground than that. The world at large doesn't quite get it, and likely never will. But where it matters most – that is: in being loved by my girlfriend as a woman, having her experience my body top-to-bottom as a feminine body, and finally living as a lesbian in a way that it's just laughable for anyone to deny – I'm already there. I thought it would take so much longer, but I'm already there. And it honestly makes all that other stuff, all the other difficulties, pale in comparison.

(Drawing of us by Sardonic Tuna, commissioned by my girlfriend and sent to me literally while I was putting the finishing touches on this blog post. Lou I love you so much 😭)

[thriftdyke]

jan - feb recap:

-got my ears pierced

-got my heart broken (for real this time)

-survived a month of no contact with ex bestfriendsituationshipwhatever

-got horrifically sick

-started to get better

-got sick AGAIN

-went to kink night at the clurb

-returned to the open mic I was banished* from (*avoiding of my own free will due to not wanting to see said ex bestfriendsituationshipwhatever)

-entered my villain era

-started Project Psychological Warfare (thing I’m doing where I’m writing poems to be performed at said open mic about whatever random topic with subtle easter egg digs at ex bfsw using specific trigger words such as fucked up shit they said to me / inside jokes / things referencing us that absolutely no one but them would pick up on so that they can’t talk to anyone else about it without sounding dumb and obsessed and also feeling crazy. listen I know this isn’t healthy but my therapist is okay with it. god forbid women do anything.)

-got a new therapist to deal with being dumped then almost got dumped by new therapist due to my fucking insurance (thx medicaid)

-cried in public multiple times

-rode in an abulance twice (not for me)

-had the worst work shift known to man

-went to a lesbian speed dating that was all middle aged women (love you ladies)

-(very poorly) juggled 4 classes, an internship, a job, and a social life

-trudged through shit ass new england weather every damn day

-survived

[jasper-book-stash]

May 2024 Reading Wrap-Up

Alright, I can finally work on this, after being a full week into June. I read 11 books in May - one religious text, one occult/witchcraft book, two romances, two nonfiction books, and five poetry books.

Religious Text

Los Agvinaldos del Infante: Gloda de Epifania // The Child’s Gifts: A Twelfth Night Tale | Tomas Blanco

I found this book on the free books table of the library I work at, and I yoinked it immediately. I'm utterly fascinated by translated works, so being able to look at both the Spanish and English versions of this story was really neat. It's a story about the Three Wise Men heading to Jesus's birth and it talks about the gifts they brought from each of their kingdoms. It was neat.

1/10 - Why Did They Publish This?

None applicable.

2/10 - Trash

None applicable.

3/10 - Meh

None applicable.

4 to 6/10 - Mid-Tier

Echoes from the Orient: Wisdom of Lao-Tse With Parallels in Western Thought | Robert Wood

This is a book I found in a secondhand book store for dirt cheap, and my main complaint with it was that the comparisons were usually weak and drew from too many places. Not bad, but not good either.

Confessions of a Reluctant Optimist | Phyllis McGinley

Remember this post? This author is who that was about. This compilation of poems was a fascinating look back into the author's time and place.

7 to 8/10 - Good With Caveats

Bending the Binary: Polarity Magic in a Nonbinary World | Deborah Lipp

I went back and forth so much on this book, but ultimately landed at 8 out of 10 with the caveat being that you're going to go back and forth on if the book is worth reading for quite a few chapters. There are a lot of places where it was like "Bestie, what the FUCK does this mean?" but most of those instances were explained in more detail. We love seeing elaboration on wild claims, at least. It delivered exactly on what was promised. AN IMPORTANT NOTE: The author is cisgender, and this is very apparent in many places, and not just in the places that the author outright says it.

Love For All Seasons | Kitty Clevenger, Fred Klemushim, Rick Cusick

This anthology was put together by Kitty Clevenger, and honestly, my main complaint is that they could have done better. Sure, the artwork is gorgeous, but not every poem felt attached to that central theme - it just felt like the compiler just grabbed whatever poems mentioned one of the seasons in them. And the font (by Rick Cusick, apparently) is difficult to read at times - some of the letters are hard to decipher/identify.

Yesterday I Saw The Sun: Poems | Ally Sheedy

Apparently this author is known for other things. This is my first instance of hearing of her. And I enjoyed the book. Not much to say, other than giving a warning that it gets heavy. Which is a good thing tbh.

Swimming Shelter: 100 Days of Coronavirus: An Exercise in the American Crawl | Al Ortolani

Nothing like reliving the coronavirus (and, in some of the later poems, murder and police brutality) through poetry. My main complaint about this one was formatting. I feel like I could have done better. Let me edit your book and fix your formatting, PLEASE.

9/10 - Very Very Good

February Poems | John Mooney

This was gearing up to be a deeply middling zine of poetry until the fucking clown poem hit me. 9 out of 10, no notes.

Pounded By The Classics: Seven Literary Tales Of The Tingleverse | Chuck Tingle The Lesbian Classics Get Me Off: Seven Ladybuck Tales Of The Tingleverse | Chuck Tingle

Chuck Tingle's tinglers literally never miss.

Ancient Egyptian Literature, volume II: The New Kingdom | Miriam Lichtheim

I didn't get volume two read in time for the May book club meeting, much less volume three, but this was still a damn fine read. I love analyzing old literature told through a modern lens.

10/10 - Unironically Recommend To Everyone

None applicable.

[mak-be-ghouled]

ramble about the beauty of lesbianism under the cut

idk where i’m even going with this but the main point is lesbianism is beautiful and that cannot be taken from us

currently in the sappho unit of one of my college classes so i’ve been doing more research on her than i ever have

no matter where you stand on sappho’s sexuality it is evident that her poems are about love and longing and desire and yearning. they’re sensual and beautiful.

lesbianism is inherently soft and full of yearning, of desire

lesbianism is beautiful

that’s not to say it isnt also sexual and rough, it’s whatever you want it to be, whatever you need it to be as a lesbian

but i’m just obsessed with the soft love and desire that is being a lesbian