medal-of-valour

OKAY TUMBLR, EVERYBODY SIT THE FRICK DOWN BECAUSE IT’S TIME FOR ME TO TELL YOU A THING.

THIS BADASS LADY’S NAME IS MADAME POMPADOUR, AND SHE WAS METAL. AS. FUCK. FEMINIST. ICON. LET ME TELL YOU WHY.

FIRSTLY, SHE WAS MISTRESS TO THE KING OF ENGLAND (LATER MARRIED), BUT EVIDENCE SHOWS THAT SHE WAS A LESBIAN, AND HAD MANY PASSIONATE LETTERS BETWEEN HER AND HER LOVERS, WHICH INCLUDED QUEEN ELIZABETH I AND ANTOINE MARIONETTE. THAT’S RIGHT. THE QUEEN OF FRANCE. 

SHE WAS A BRILLIANT INVENTOR, AND INVENTED THE FORCEPS, STILL USED IN CHILDBIRTH TODAY

ONE DAY WHEN SHE WAS 19, A MAN TRIED TO RAPE HER. NOT ONLY DID SHE SUE HIM FOR PROPERTY DAMAGES, SHE STABBED HIM IN THE EAR WITH A FORCEPS. UPON HEARING THIS, THE KING AWARDED HER A MEDAL OF VALOUR AND UTTERED A FAMOUS QUOTE: “SHE CERTAINLY IS A GREAT QUEEN, AND WERE SHE ONLY A CATHOLIC SHE WOULD BE OUR DEARLY BELOVED.” 

THAT’S RIGHT. SHE WASN’T CATHOLIC.

IN CONCLUSION, MADAME POMPADOUR DON’T GIVE NO FUCKS

I'm sick of it, officially.

I really just want heteronormal gay guys to fucking chill. You don’t need to wear your passing like a fucking medal for valour. It’s not an achievement. Rejecting effeminacy isn’t something you need to get congratulated for or should be congratulating yourself for.

Being passing doesn’t make you hotter, it doesn’t make you better, it doesn’t make you more interesting, it doesn’t make you more successful. Being you, being at peace with yourself, being genuinely engaged in the journey of your life does.

I support and celebrate you for choosing to live an out life, because you’re my brother. We’re brothers. Like it or not, reject the entire concept of queer fellowship or not, I still see you as my brother. I don’t judge you for being you or for expressing who you are in whatever way feels right for you. Is it too much to ask for that in return?

“I would like to present you with this Medal of Valour. And if you look closely on the back, there’s a number. As a more concrete gesture of our gratitude, we’d like to offer you… let’s call it a favour. The nature of it is your choice. Just tell the operator, ‘oxfords not brogues’, and then I’ll know it’s you.”

Harry was presenting the medal and speaking on behalf of Kingsman, but I have no doubt in my mind that the ‘oxfords not brogues’ password was a direct hotline to Harry himself. When the password is activated, Harry will immediately get the alert personally from the operator.

“This one’s yours, Galahad.”

“If the word for you is butch, remember, your history is one of strength and survival, and it is largely silent. Do not hide this word under your tongue. Do not whisper it or sweep it under the basement stairs. Let it fill up your chest and widen your shoulders. Wear it like a sleeve tattoo, like a medal of valour.

Learn to recognize other butches for what they really are: your people. Your brothers or your sisters. Both are just words that mean family. Other butches are not your competition, they are your comrades. Be there when they need you. Go fishing together. Help each other move. Polish your rims or your chrome or your boots together. See these acts for what they really are: solidarity.”

-Ivan Coyote, A Butch Roadmap

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April 1941 issue

Day Keene, “Danger! Dead Men! Detour!“

Don James, “The Evidence Was Fragile”

Eddie Forester, “Guilt-Etched"

Leslie T. White, “They’re Hanging Iron Mike"[probably not the same as the story of almost the same title in the October 1950 issue]   

Charles Boswell, “The Original Jimmy Valentine"

Wilbur S. Peacock, “Medal for Valour"

Russell Gray, “Satan’s Theme Song"

Harold Masur, “Disorder in the Courtroom"

William R. Cox, “Mad Morgan’s Murder Sanctum” (John Wade)

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