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"Love can be found in the most unlikely of places" - Anna Larner
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Pirated Books
Recently, several authors have found that their books have been stolen, that is, pirated by unscrupulous ‘lets-make-a-fast-buck’ individuals on Amazon. What they did was take the English versions of the books and badly translate them using Google-translate before slapping on a new cover and publishing them as their own books. Not only is this a copyright violation as the original author did not…
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Thinking about how my love and adoration for butches started when I was just a little kid.
My mum had a lesbian colleague who I only ever met once but just meeting her had an indelible effect on me.
It was the early 2000s and I was off school for the summer break when I came downstairs to get something to eat, only to find the coolest person I had ever seen in my eight or so years.
She sat at our kitchen table, her arms covered in various tattoos, the swirls of ink climbing upwards to disappear underneath the t-shirt she wore. She had eyebrow and nostril piercings, gauges and spiky hair with frosted tips.
She was sipping coffee and chatting animatedly with my mum. Her laughter was pleasant and boisterous, the kind that just flooded the room with warmth.
On the table in front of her was a stack of DVD cases, she had stopped by to drop off a bunch of DVDs she'd burned for us, many of which were movies she thought I may like.
I stood in the doorway, just watching—as an undiagnosed autistic child I was not one to approach people, even if they were sitting at my kitchen table, bathed in sunlight.
She greeted me kindly when she turned to me, a bright smile on her face. I gave an awkward sort of wave, mumbled something in response and hurried back up to my bedroom having forgotten to grab a snack from the cupboard.
I was astounded, I had never seen anyone so beautiful and effortlessly cool before. I didn't know if I wanted to be her or grow up to marry her one day.
I didn't yet have the words to describe what I felt, to this very day I'm still unsure if the reverence I felt for this butch was due to my attraction to butches or simply the fact I had never seen masculinity displayed in such a comforting way.
But ever since, anytime I see a butch out in public I get that same warmth in my chest that I felt that summer day.
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the good omens hyperfixation Will Not Leave. these idiots are just inhabiting my brain every second of every day. i keep slapping their sticky little hands away from my prefrontal cortex ‘cause i need to focus on something other than these pathetic gay old men (men said in a “gender-neutral, supernatural entities that exist beyond human comprehension” way) and they just Keep! Coming! Back!!
neil gaiman i am in your walls and i am Weeping™️
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I don’t know about the rest of y’all but witnessing America Ferrera and Margot Robbie sing “Closer to Fine” fundamentally altered something in my brain chemistry.
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