'The Six Swans', illustration from 'The Candlewick Book of Tales :by P. J. Lynch
here’s the thing about female masculinity: people don’t think it exists. people think masculine women are pretending to be or aping men, borrowing or stealing the idea of masculinity, solely out of some desire for societal gain (male power, male respect, male access to sexuality, etc) and it’s truly bewildering that this idea is still around because masculine women don’t get ANY kind of social reward for being masculine, it’s literally the exact opposite, and this is extremely well-documented. like, those little tomboys are not necessarily trying to be boys, they’re just being themselves, expressing behaviors most comfortable to them which we have gendered as ‘for boys’ and it’s such a terrifying threat to society that people do everything they can to convince & scare these young kids into believing femininity is their best, only option.
and lets be real for a second here there are SO few masculine female role models & all of them are surrounded by constant reassuring messaging that these are women too! they like girly things too don’t worry they’re not like those scary weird mannish bulldykes who are just pretending to be men! (and who are punished harshly for it.) like are those powerful respected mannish female characters on the tv screen you guys keep fearmongering about in the room with us right now ??? female masculinity has forever been seen as this weaker pale shadow of male (read: real) masculinity, but if we can understand that male femininity is not just pretending to be or aping women, but its own thing, why is it so impossible to understand that masculinity can come just as naturally & fully to women? well we know why.
Three butch friends of mine finishing the basement of my first house around 1996. They worked for beer, and not even anything fancy.
love ignoring things ‘have you seen this terrible show’ no im the ignorer ‘can you believe what that company tweeted yesterday’ i am the ignorer
Moonlight Lead - William H. Hays
American, b. 1956 -
Colour linocut reduction on wove paper, 9 x 12 in. 23.5 x 31 cm. Ed. 100.
“When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways to drink directly from the stream of cool water, I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone, who used to do the same thing at that age; And when he lifts his head back up and, satisfied, wipes the water dripping from his cheek with his shirtsleeve, it’s the same casual gesture my brother used to make; and I don’t tell him to use a glass, the way our father told my brother, because I like remembering my brother when he was young, decades before anything went wrong, and I like the way my son becomes a little more my brother for a moment through this small habit born of a simple need, which, natural and unprompted, ties them together across the bounds of death, and across time … as if the clear stream flowed between two worlds and entered this one through the kitchen faucet, my son and brother drinking the same water.”
— A Drink of Water BY JEFFREY HARRISON
I've really been enjoying using blue ink recently
listening to mcr’s cover of common people by pulp bc gerard used to listen to it at his cashier job and wonder how tf he was ever gonna get out of new jersey and I was just at my cashier job wondering how tf I’m ever gonna get out of here
Me: this edible ain't shit
Me 3 minutes later:
Recent Acquisition - Postcard Collection
You - Why don’t you write? Postmarked October 1908
I'm not trying to be rude but are you nonbinary?
Everything in the world is exactly the same
The Angel Oak Tree Located: South Carolina
donna trope in fashion images de mode no. 4 - lisa lovatt-smith









