He felt as if there was something pressing down on his chest, squeezing his ribs and his lungs and his heart. It was a heavy weight, something that he knew he wouldn’t be able to take off him without having to make a real effort. He had already told the paladins, heck, he had already told Allura about it. It was not as if this was the first time he would have to come out, to tell the truth of his heritage to someone he cared about.
But he had already known, back then, deep down, that they would understand and accept. Even if grudgingly, they would have accepted him and he would have still had his place in the castle, as a Paladin, as a member of Voltron. In a sense, he had been expecting even less than what he was actually given—he was waiting for tolerance, and received complete and thorough acceptance instead, even if it had taken more time for some than for others.
Marcel Breuer and his ‘Harem’. Marta Erps-Breuer, Katt Both and Ruth Hollos-Consemüller, 1927.
The photo, taken by Consemüller, a student and photographer at the Bauhaus, captures the junior master Marcel Breuer around 1927. The title of the picture refers to the women standing next to him as Breuer’s ‘harem’. The women appear self-confident, with cool gazes and tousled shocks of short hair, and in modern dress. Marcel Breuer is looking at his companions sceptically, with his arms crossed. These are ‘my’ women?!