This picture is special to me. With discourse trying to paint queer history as nonexistent, and cast trans women like me as a new blight on society, it is more important than ever to look back at the rich trans lives of our past. This is a historical magazine found in a local antique shop, whose ripped pages tell the story of Berlin night clubs of the Weimar Republic era. Even then, between world wars and amidst vicious political and economic change, queer people danced and sang and lived full lives as themselves. The writer of this document visited these clubs, taking pictures just as I am now, and recalling the wild parties thrown by the gay people of the time. And here is the proof, the beautiful transgender people staring back at me from almost a hundred years of hardship and joy, for me, a trans woman, to find and cry over in an antique shop. We are here, and we aren’t going anywhere.
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I’ve been wanting to make some pictures of The Big One towering over the local neighbourhood for a while now. It seems mental that formerly the biggest rollercoaster in the world would be built so close to a residential area, but it results in some extremely interesting landscapes I think! (Or maybe that’s just me…)
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Freezing winter roads at night - 2023
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Ok this isn’t photography but please tell me I’m not the only one who sees this
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Evenings I’ve dreamt about
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Single Artwork for Lips by Jane Remover - Brendon Burton
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Emil Lindenfeld - Pembe Dünya
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withered tree->wonderfully colored flowers-> misty night
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I’m not the best person, but you’re far worse.
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