This is how I’ll remember you.
Blonde hair falling just past your ears, settling like a dust cloud around your face. Eyes, hot like the fire that licks up my throat and blossoms out of my mouth every time we-
laugh.
I picture you with a shirt untucked, top button undone, a lightness in your smile. Even when I’m gone I hope to see that ease in the wrinkles around your mouth. I’ll be sitting with the rest of the stars. Watching. Hoping. Shooting across skies and offering wishes to people who are too afraid to speak out loud. People, like you.
People who suffer at the hands of normality and were taught to live by the book; holy or societal. People who have their soul ripped from their very body, while they give a tight-lipped smile and say ‘I do’ to the wrong person. People who are starving in the garden of Eden; fighting to keep their arms from reaching above their head. People who looked back and were turned into a pillar of salt.
People like you.
I give a toast, to people like you. You think otherwise, but there’s a strength inside your gold-encrusted ribs. It amazes me how so many can fight their very soul and do it with a soft smile. It’s abnormal, the way it stretches your skin. I forced the muscles in my face to recreate that same smile, and it almost killed me. I am a weak ephemeral creature.
But not you. You’re resilient. You’re brave. You’re the strongest of them all. Son of Mars. Bone of my bones. Heaven in your smile, while hell wrecks havoc inside. The person who beats god and the devil at their own game. That’s how I’ll remember you; a god of gods.
— 

excerpt from my short prose piece: You Are A God

Jasmine Walter

Ok guys, we need to talk about J.C.Leyedecker, and how its a fucking travesty that no one has made a film about him yet.

So Leyendecker was an illustrator during the 1910′s-1940′s. His work was absolutely gorgeous and highly ubiquitous at the time, and his llustrations for the Arrow shirt company created one of the most iconic images of male beauty of the early 20th century. But this icon came with a delicously romantic twist.

So this image of The Arrow Man was both incredibly macho and well built, but also ethereally pretty and dapper. But the model who the drawing was based on cropped up in A LOT of Leyendeckers work. In many he was engaged in casual social scenes with other men, in others he was shaving in the bathroom or getting dressed, broad shouldered, skin glistening, dark blond hair perfectly in place, jaw sharp as a fucking shovel, but with a slightly rounded chin. In one ad for war bonds he even appeared as the statue of liberty. This same man appeared in hundrereds of drawings, each with the same sharp care and attention to detail which makes looking at him almost feel voyeristic. 

So this mans image is EVERYWHERE during the early 20th century, and he is a fashion/lifestyle icon for men on par with the female gibson girl. He was the celebrated symbol of male strength, virility, and power. 

And man who modeled for Leyendecker’s iconic univerally adored macho man? That would be his lover, Charles Beach.  

so all this gorgeously homoerotic artwork defined the image of hyper macho masculinity during the interwar period. Leyendecker painted Beach onto the face of the world, that was his love letter. He basically immortalised the love of his life by making the whole world adore him as much as he did.

Leyendecker’s work would go on to influence the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Norman Rockwell. After his death in 1951, when people figured out that the unmarried man he’d been drawing and living with for decades, right up until the time of his death, was actually his lover, Leyendecker’s name has sadly been pushed out of the history books in favour of more wholesome characters.

And that fucking sucks

I would like to request a full length movie, with all the jazz era glamour and steamy romance that this genius deserved. During a time when homosexual men where thought of as weak deviants, this man not only had the nerve to use his lover as the model for all his great works, but he made him into the STANDARD of what it was to be a man. 

J.C. Leyendecker and Charles Beach deserve your rememberance. 


I made a rule for myself: I would not include anything that human beings had not already done in some other place or time, or for which the technology did not already exist. I did not wish to be accused of dark, twisted inventions, or of misrepresenting the human potential for deplorable behaviour. The group-activated hangings, the tearing apart of human beings, the clothing specific to castes and classes, the forced childbearing and the appropriation of the results, the children stolen by regimes and placed for upbringing with high-ranking officials, the forbidding of literacy, the denial of property rights: all had precedents, and many were to be found not in other cultures and religions, but within western society.
—  Margaret Atwood on The Handmaid’s Tale in a 2012 interview 
Queer history
  • Historian: that historical figure isn't gay they are married with children
  • Me, internally: Prior to the 20th century marriage was a necessity to maintain social status and power. And due to the nature of things children were a condition of marriage. Rarely were marriages for love or representative of ones own personal attractions. Historians tend to deny sources that give accounts of homosexual behavior due to internalized homophobia. History is a lot easier to understand with only straight people involved, but the fact remains queer people didn't appear out of nowhere in the 20th century. They've been around forever and historians help absolutely no one by assisting in the denial of that fact.
  • Me, externally: Bi!!!!!💗💜💙