Each word we conflate staggering out of the gate Our smiles migrate in seeking their soul mates Choices fluctuate and we seek to collaborate As we struggle to wait so too do we capitulate Love reincarnates with every changed state We seek to circumnavigate setting a date I set the record strait and you merely abdicate Love sedates, truncates for all we seek to cultivate
Marie Doro (1882-1956) was an American stage and film actress of the early silent film era.
She was born to Virginia Weaver and Richard Henry Stewart. She was first noticed as a chorus-girl by impresario Charles Frohman, who took her to Broadway, where she also worked for William Gillette of Sherlock Holmes fame, her early career being largely moulded by these two much-older mentors. Although generally typecast in lightweight feminine roles, she was in fact notably intelligent, cultivated and witty.
On Frohman’s death in the RMS Lusitania in 1915, she moved into films, initially under contract to Adolph Zukor; most of her early movies are lost. After making a few films in Europe, she returned to America, increasingly drawn to the spiritual life, and ended as a recluse, actively avoiding friends and acquaintances.
Don’t be afraid to change and grow. My views have changed more over the past few years than I had ever imagined they could, and I’ve become a better, kinder person because of it. The ability to challenge and restructure your worldview and attitudes based on new information and experiences is a strength to be cultivated.
I impressed a 70-something year old man today because he was telling me a story about how he’s just reconnected with his high school sweetheart for the first time since 1967, and he cut himself off to laugh and say “I know to you that probably sounds like when Abe Lincoln was still alive” and then without missing a single beat like the fucking nerd trash I am I immediately reply “No that’s the year The Outsiders was published!”
And then this old man just looked at me for a moment before asking “The Outsiders?” He was surprised I even knew what it was, right?
“Yeah; it’s my favorite book.”
Then he told me I seemed like I was a very well-cultivated person so :D
Since the Black movement had been the nexus for social activism would an attack on the Black movement have the same generalizing effect? This was a multi-pronged strategy that included physical repression of the movement through the use and expansion of the policing state; an ideological attack on poor and working-class African Americans as undeserving, lazy, and violent; and eventually the cultivation of a functioning Black middle class that could politically discipline poorer African Americans while also rehabilitating the idea that everyone could prosper in the United States.
From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation, Keeanga Yamhatta Taylor
I wish it was as easy for everyone to block out the negatives and focus on harry as it is for some people but it doesn't always work out that way. Id love to just be able to focus on harry but it gets harder and harder when I'm constantly having to see him get dragged through the mud for everything by fans of the others. Of course it makes me feel defensive sometimes! Everyone gets defensive reading dumb false shit about someone they like.
i mean, honestly the only reason i know any of this is being said is because of anons. ive seen zero negativity about harry on my dash, because i have cultivated my dash carefully to make it so. i dont go looking for it ever and i avoid comment sections of most things, because that never leads anywhere good. it is possible to live in a happy harry bubble. but i do get that people get offended and sometimes whipped up, but ultimately guys, none of this affects our day to day lives, its just distraction from our own bullshit we have to deal with. at least it is for me and ive had a whole lot of bullshit to deal with lately. sometimes it is important to step back if you let it affect you on a higher level.
Hello darling! Your writing is great and I love reading you in work. May I request some Josuke's canon with a Childhood friend s/o? Thank you!!
thank u qt!!! <3 u sure can
- Josuke’s likely to be embarrassed about getting a crush on someone who’s seen him grow up. Especially if they’ve known him since before his fever and his pre-pompadoured days - he’s worked so hard to cultivate his image that the fact that his s/o remembers who he was before it might even embarrass him a little. - He was a pretty embarrassing child; Tomoko’s influence meant he was always ready to stand up and fight for what he believed in, even if it wasn’t always the best option. He blushes pretty hard whenever he’s reminded of some of his youthful indiscretions. - One good thing about it, though, it means that Tomoko is already familiar with his s/o. She can have a habit of being a bit of a mama lioness; because Josuke didn’t grow up with his father, they’re a lot closer than a lot of mother and sons, and she’s always going to see him as her little boy. The fact it’s someone she’s known for so long who she knows will take good care of him will probably ease and soothe her worries a bit. - Josuke has a habit of acting too cool and above things; having an s/o who’s seen him through some of his more embarrassing moments is also good for knocking him down a peg or two.
Didn't Jefferson not eat that much though? If I'm correct he mostly ate just like, vegetables and he was really slim
You’re right there - Jefferson did only eat small amounts of meat, saying that he only ate it "as a condiment to the vegetables which constitute my principal diet.“
He also supplemented his vegetable diet by purchases from Monticello slaves, who cultivated gardens out in the 5,000-acre plantation and maintained an alternative economy based on the production and sale of foodstuffs. (x) Although we cannot call him a vegetarian by todays standards, he did only consume moderate amounts of meat - which his granddaughter Ellen Wayles Randolph Coolidge, describing his eating habits, wrote “He lived principally on vegetables … . The little meat he took seemed merely as a seasoning for his vegetables.”
Having all of those extravagant meals didn’t mean Jefferson would’ve eaten all of it, of course - although I’m just going off what I know here - they may have been to show off, or, as he put it, ‘inspire harmony and good confidence’ with the guests.
Public reaction to the butch-fem couple [in the 1940s] was usually hostile, and often violent. Being noticed on the streets and the harassment that followed dominates the memories of both Black and white narrators. Ronni gives a typical description:
“Oh, you were looked down upon socially. When I walked down the streert, cars used to pull over and say, ‘Hey faggot, hey lezzie.’ They called you names with such maliciousness. And they hated to see you when you were with a girl. I was the one that was mostly picked on because I was identified. I was playing the male part in this relationship and most guys hated it. Women would look at me in kind of a confused looking [way], you know, straight women would look at me in kind of wonder.”
Piri remembers how the police used to harass her for dressing like a man:
“I’ve had the police walk up to me and say, ‘Get out of the car’. I’m drivin’. They say get out of the car; and I get out. And they say, ‘What kind of shoes you got on? You got on men’s shoes?’ And I say, ‘No, I got on women’s shoes.’ I got on some basket-weave women’s shoes. And he say, ‘Well you damn lucky.’ ‘Cause everything else I had on were men’s–shirts, pants. At that time when they pick you up, if you didn’t have on two garments that belong to a woman you could go to jail…and the same thing with a man…. They call it male impersonation or female impersonation and they’d take you downtown. It would really just be an inconvenience…. It would give them the opportunity to whack the shit out of you.”
Many narrators mention the legal specification for proper dress, although some said it required three pieces of female clothing, not two. If such a law did in fact exist, it did not dramatically affect the appearance of butches, who were clever at getting around it while maintaining their masculine image. The police used such regulations to harass Black lesbians more than whites, however.
Given the severe harassment, the butch role in these communities during the 1950s became identified with defending oneself and one’s girl in the rough street bars and on the streets. Matty describes the connection between her appearance and her need to be an effective fighter. The cultivated masculine mannerisms were necessary on the street:
“When I first came out in the bars it was a horror story. You know they say that you play roles. Yeag, back then you did play roles, and I was a bit more masculine back then than I am now. That was only because you walk down the street and they knew you were gay and you’d be minding your business and there’d be two or three guys standing on a street corner, and they’d come up to you and say, ‘You want to be a man, let’s see if you can fight like a man.’ Now being a man was the last thing on my mind, but man, they’d take a poke at you and you had to learn to fight. Then…when you go out, you better wear clothes that you could really scramble in if you had to. And it got to be really bad, I actually had walked down the street with some friends not doing anything and had people spit at me, or spit at us, it was really bad.”
[…] If the world was dangerous for butches, it was equally dangerous for the fems in their company, whom the butches felt they needed to protect. Some butches state that they did most of their fighting for their fems. Sandy describes how confrontational men could be.
“Well you had to be strong–roll with the punches. If some guy whacked you off, said, ‘Hey babe,’ you know. Most of the time you got all your punches for the fem anyhow, you know. It was because they hated you….’How come this queer can have you and I can do this and that….’ You didn’t hardly have time to say anything, but all she would have to say [is] ‘No,’ when he said, ‘Let’s go, I’ll get you away from this.’ He was so rejected by this ‘no’ that he would boom, go to you. You would naturally get up and fight the guy, at least I would. And we did that all the time, those that were out in their pants and T-shirts. And we’d knock them on their ass, and if one couldn’t do it we’d all help. And that’s how we kept our women. They cared for us, but you don’t think for a minute they would have stayed with us too long or something if we stood there and just were silent…. Nine times out of ten she’d be with you to help you with your black eye and your split lip. Or you kicked his ass and she bought you dinner then. But you never failed, or you tried not to…. You were there, you were gay, you were queer and you were masculine.”
–Elizabeth Kennedy and Madeline Davis, Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community