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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49260166

wrote a super horny, super smutty adult lottienat fic.

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Theres just something about microbiologist Simone Kessell

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LOTTIENAT: • Ace of Hearts •

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welp twitter is dying so guess I’m back here till something else pops up - follow me if you:

-thirst over simone kessell

-deconstruct and theorize about yellowjackets

-appreciate actresses over 40

-love milfs

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Hacks | 1.04

I fucking love art, too. 

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Being a lesbian feels so claustrophobic.  When you’re a lesbian there is nothing you can have for your own.  

You can’t define yourself with words because they will be appropriated.  "Gay" is an umbrella term.  You’re gatekeeping if you ask bi/pan women note to call themselves “lesbians.”  "Femme" is just a synonym for “feminine.”  

Your sexuality is commodified and sold to men as a grotesque distortion of your experiences.  Lesbian love gets repackaged as a sexy little fetish designed for palatability to the men we will never want.  Every inch of your body is public property and must be up for discussion.  Same with your sex life.  They will ask if you scissor, if you use strap ons, what sex with dildos is like.  Once someone came up to a girlfriend and I in pubic and asked her what my genitals tasted like.  If you try to find other women to date you quickly encounter the het couples and het-partnered women who want you to be their exciting sex toy for the night.  

You are scrutinized at all times.  When you walk in public with your girlfriend they scream at you that you’re lesbians, that you’re dykes, because they want you to know that you are always being watched and you are unsafe. 

You join LGBTQ+ communities only to find that people become angry if you talk about lesbians instead of “queer women.” They tell you that being a lesbian is a privilege, that your sexuality ought to be fluid, that your experiences don’t matter.  You are invalidated at every turn.  In death they might snatch away the final dignity of letting you die as a lesbian – look at what has happened to Sally Ride.

You can’t have your body.  You can’t have your sexuality.  You can’t have your privacy.  You can’t even name your experiences.  There is no space, no language, no tiny scrap of anything that will ever be yours.  

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MA’AM I AM SOBBING

She’s basically coming out using her socks on the last day of pride. If that isn’t the most Kelley O’Hara thing then I don’t know what is

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pull up to the gay function and people are just dressed like this

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The umbrellas of cherbourg (1964) // The love witch (2016)

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The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964, Jacques Demy)

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Catherine Deneuve in The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964) dir. Jacques Demy

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Adèle.

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“I wanted to challenge politically the kissing scene, which traditionally either has the surprise kiss scene thanks to a rain shower for instance, or the obvious kiss scene thanks to mustard on the corner of the lips, for instance, and it is generally carefully scripted as ‘They kiss.’ Or ‘They passionately kiss.’ And then it’s on the actors’ shoulders. It seems to rely a lot on them because it’s their bodies and fluids and interaction, but it shouldn’t be. It’s fake. It’s not about finding the magic. Actors should always be part of the elaboration of an idea, especially with intimate scenes. So I wanted to craft a scene that would embody the sexiness of consent. People who are questioning the idea of asking for consent in France, they do exist. They are brave fighters for the culture of French gallantry who say that asking for consent would not be sexy, it will break the mood. Some of the French critics thought the film lacked flesh, precisely because to them eroticism is about conflict. […] At some point I came up with the idea of them having to unveil their mouths like they would undress themselves. So I put a scarf, justified by a strong wind, pressed on their lips and thinking you would see their heavy breathing through the moving cloth.”

Céline Sciamma on creating a new first kiss