my favourite poem of all time

And one day,
I pray you will find true love,
but not just to any man
But that you will marry a man
who’s first love is Al-Islam
So if you want a man like Muhammed ‪ﷺ‬
be a woman like Khadija
The first supporter of this cause
and a mother to believers
Have the courage of Nusaybah,
never back down from what is true
Defend what you believe even
when the whole world is out for you
Have the knowledge of Ayesha,
become a scholar of this deen
Cure the people of misconceptions because Ignorance is a disease
Have the piety of Hafsa,
always keep Allah upon your mind
Fast the days and pray the nights,
to help your nafs stay in line
Have the honour of Bilqis,
make the world treat you with dignity
When they see you on the streets,
let them know that you’re a queen
Have the strength of Sumayya
and the sabr of Hajar,
Be steadfast like Maryam,
with tawakkul like Musa’s mother
And when things get tough,
be like the wife of firuan
Attach your heart to al-Jannah,
and never let it go.
—  Boonaa Mohammed
Dear him,
I want to tell you everything. I want you to know that every time we touch I don’t need anything more. Every time we kiss it’s like all my problems and bad thoughts are gone. I want you to know that I think about you everytime I hear your favourite songs and every time I need someone to talk to. I want to express my inner thoughts but I can’t risk what we have. Maybe one day I will be brave enough to tell you, but until then I will keep it all to myself.
—  lydiaasl

Welcome And Farewell

To horse! my pounding heart kept crying
No sooner was it thought than done
In evenings lap the earth was lying
And on the peaks the night was spun

Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,
A tow’ring giant in his size,
Where darkness from the thicket broke
And glared with hundred gloomy eyes

From out a hill of clouds the moon
With mournful gaze began to peer
The winds, their soft wings fluttered soon
And murmured in my awe-struck ear

The night a thousand monsters made,
Yet fresh and joyful was my mind;
What fire in my veins then burned!
What glow was in my bosom shrin’d!

I saw you, felt the joyful sweetness
Of your kind eyes pour over me,
My heart was yours in all completeness
And every breath I breathed for thee.

The roseate hues that spring supplied,
Where playing round thy features fair,
And love for me- ye deities!
I hoped it, I deserved it ne’er!

But soon’s the sunlight’s earliest minute
My heart grows faint to say goodbye
Your kisses warmth, what rapture in it!
What sorrow lingers in your eye!

I left, you stood with downcast eyes
In tears you saw me riding off:
Yet to be loved what happiness!
What happiness- ye gods!- to love!

           - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

anonymous asked:

poetry book recs, kind sir?

ooooooh YES!! 

ok so I’m going to leave out stuff that’s Too Obvious, which means a lot of this is niche (to me) or contemporary, and… I recently had a canary on twitter about how much ~*~modern~*~ poetry GETS MY GOAT. I’m reading a lot of New poets/collections this year purely because I… didn’t really read that much contemporary stuff before, and I thought I should branch out. (so far I’m dubious.) so, yes – obviously Plath, Blake, Hughes, Sappho, Eliot, Keats, Shelley, etc. etc. ad nauseum, The Greats, yadda yadda, here’s some others.

so far this year I’ve read (and ENJOYED - I’m not reccing the ones I wasn’t into/thought were pants, soz): 

  • Letters From Medea by Salma Deera
  • Grief Is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter
  • Hold Your Own by Kate Tempest (I actually LOVED this) 
  • Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics

I’ve also read and loved:

  • Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire
  • The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton
  • The Curse of the Vampire’s Socks and Other Doggerel by Terry Jones
  • Love Poems by Carol Ann Duffy
  • Let Us Compare Mythologies by Leonard Cohen

my personal 10/10 all-time go-tos are:

  • Crush by Richard Siken (despite appearing on every single tumblr graphic between 2011 and 2013, it still gets me in the heart guts)
  • The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy (which I have loved wholeheartedly since I was 17 years old)
  • pretty much any collection of Great War poetry: Up the Line to Death, Men Who March Away, Lads: Love Poetry of the Trenches (the Great War poets are my favourite. like, of all poetry, ever)

my favourite individual poems, as we’re on the subj, are: 

finally, a heads up: youtube literally anything by Brave New Voices, sit back, prepare to be Shook. ‘Transcript of Civil Rights’ by Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder still DESTROYS ME five years later.

THERE YA GO. not much, but not nothing! enjoy!! maybe?!?

I’m all down for Lance using his multilingual skills to woo Keith with various romantic gestures.

Like, give me Lance enveloping Keith in a back hug, sharing eskimo kisses and playing with his hair as he softly calls him habibi. Give me Lance tracing I love you in a hundred different languages all across Keith’s body, saving te amo for the left side of his chest, right where Keith’s heart is. Give me Lance scribbling love poems in different languages on sticky notes for Keith to wake up to. Give me Keith whispering lovingly in Spanish, only for Lance to respond back in perfectly fluent Korean, only with something ten times lovelier.

When I think of her I think of hair that shines even without the sun; I think of her soft skin, so delicate under my finger tips; the power of her voice & the soothing rhythm of her breathing. I think of the way her hand holds mine, making me feel safe; the crooked shape of her smile, as if she’s always one step ahead of everyone else. I think of the way my heart seems to burst from indescribable emotions when I press my face to her skin, my head fitting in the nook of her arm, her fingers stroking my temples, my ears, my cheeks, my lips, sending tingles to my spine, and my eyes feel moist and it’s a good kind of cry.

I think of cats with soft bellies; singing on long car rides; taking bites of sweet apple rings out of her hands; dancing in muddy grass; bumping into each other; her long arms making me do pirouettes; the space she cleared in her cabinet just for my things; the freshly squeezed orange juice and handwritten notes on the fridge.

When I think of her, I get this strange sensation like being overwhelmed, and when I’m away I miss her. When I think of her I know she thinks of me, because she tells me all the time.

And I’m still not sure how I got so lucky to have found her, and what makes her want to be with me; and maybe all of this means that love does exist and I have found it - does it matter, what are words?

Thinking of her is one of my favourite ways to spend my time, but the very best thing is when I no longer need to think at all, because that’s when I’m WITH her, beside her, and I have everything.

—  The best thing by Nenagh

anonymous asked:

Admins's favorite fic in 2016!

omg sorry for the long wait!!! this took us half a year bcos it was waaaay tougher than we thought 😅 so most of us have more than one fic, hope it’s ok!

Admin Y: 

If My Yesterday is a Disgrace - (parallel universe au) i’m always impressed by w-anderingheart’s writing, but this fic surpassed all expectations. it’s an incredibly poignant work and broke my heart one hundred times over. 

Admin H: 

Quicksand - both ksoo and jongin are authors! (and rivals) i loved the plot, it’s simple and easy to read but the way the author had written it…touched a nerve (in a good way) so ksoo had troubles with writing and the conflicts/thoughts that he had rly spoke out to all the writers out there. and jongin, ‘his enemy’ indirectly helps him out and their relationship is the cutest!!

Steady Now - this was one of the best slowburn fics ive read in 2016 and oh my gosh, zerrin is brilliant. i’m a sucker for slow burn and this monster fic (69k) managed to capture everything, romance, fluff, a bit of comedy and angst. basically ksoo wants to save his orphanage from being bought (tada by jongin’s company) and he befriends jongin bc of that so go figure ;)

Admin J:   

The Loneliest Place to Be - poet/writer + model, friends with benefits au, the poems were the highlight sobs i love ;u; I admire strange-seas a lot and her works were the ones that left a deep impression on me when I started reading fics thus when she came with a new fic in 2016 I already knew I’d be a goner :)))

Smile - one of the best hurt comfort fics I’ve read and their love is just…goals. soo suffers from ptsd and doesn’t feel worthy enough for jongin but jongin loves him unconditionally *^* I came across this when I was randomly checking the tags on AO3 and i consider it as the discovery of the year lol  .

Wildflower - tattoo artist/florist au, idk but this fluff is just my style! i mean kd going on dates, help each other and just being supersoft together? yes pls. honourable mention to sleepydanceur because I think she’s amazing yet so humble and she deserves all the recognition  

Admin I: 

aberration - hs!au with photographer!soo and dancer!nini, how do i describe my love for this fic except for being ‘!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ every time i so much as think about it :’( the writing is so beautiful, i love the imagery and i just love the way the story develops. definitely one of the best of 2016!! 

dust to dust - post-apoc!au, the actual best post-apocalyptic fic i’ve ever read, ever. it’s very character based, which i love, especially kyungsoo’s character (and kaisoo’s development will make you cry). i love the hurt-comfort theme as well, it makes the whole thing feel very human~ as an apoc-lover, this fic is v special to me ♡

the third path - medieval!au, fantasy!au, this is definitely my fave fantasy fic i think, it’s so good and honestly speaking, we are blessed to have hojichadust in our fandom. the writing is magnificent and the ending still haunts me :”( 

Admin Q: 

priceless - my all time favourite college!au !!!! written by our lovely booboo, admin Y. As a student who’s main focus is english/literature, I absolutely loved this fic and the areas it covered in relation to how people feel about their majors! I’m kind constantly being told “your exams gonna be easy you just need to analyse a poem” or something like that and it rly upsets me??? bc my friends are the ones saying it but anyway READ THIS FIC!!! i love it and it’s so well written im babbling ok i love how accurately jongin’s emotions are portrayed as an english major being tease;;

tranquil as a forest - Our very lovely Jumpthisship wrote this! (during 10KFR) and I had the honour of being assigned to her and I remember how excited I was after reading her first check-in. Kyungsoo’s ongoing dialogue in his head was so amusing I screamed so many times while reading this. It’s a travelling!AU which i absolutely love! 

mine and yours - by thatweirdo!! Y’ALL this fic was so absolutely beautiful (and filthy ;–))) i loved it so much;;;; It’s a jongkaisoo + doll concept fic and I think those words together should be enough to reel you guys in (-:


* ˙ ˖✶ happy valentine’s day!

it is officially valentine’s day in the uk (which means it’s also my birthday!) so i wanted to make a little v'day sentence starter post! there’s probably a zillion of these floating around but regardless, i hope you enjoy them. i did twenty-one, because that’s the age i’m turning today! please like/reblog!

1. “oh my god… the babysitter just cancelled on us! how are we supposed to go on the date now?”

2. “valentine’s day is such a scam of a holiday… it’s so stupid! i hate it.”

3. “who needs a date on valentine’s day when i have you?” 

4. “um… yeah, these are really nice and all, but i’m allergic to roses.”

5. “i didn’t forget that it was valentine’s day! i swear! your present is just… it’s somewhere else.” 

6. “i’m gonna be stuck at work for a little longer… i’m sorry, i know it’s our date tonight…” 

7. “um, i know this is really cliche and all, but it’s valentine’s day and i just wanted to say… i really like you.” 

8. “you can’t seriously be proposing right now? on valentine’s day? couldn’t you have thought of something a little more original than that?”

9. “do you think my secret admirer might finally reveal themselves today?” 

10. “i am not going to be your fake-date to this party.” 

11. “you’re literally the worst when it comes to being romantic.” 

12. “this is the worst valentine’s surprise ever! were you trying to scare me to death?!” 

13. “i love them and all, but their poetry is so bad! they’ve written seven love poems just for today.”

14. “valentine’s day is my favourite holiday! i know it’s lame but i can’t help it. i’m a hopeless romantic. there, i said it.” 

15. “we’re gonna do anti-valentine’s day this year. we’re gonna go out and do all of the least romantic date ideas ever, just to stick it to the man.” 

16. “babe, you know i love you, but… last time you cooked me a meal, i ended up in hospital. can’t we just go out for dinner…?” 

17. “i wish i could do more for you today but i’m really broke…” 

18. “um, i tried to buy some sexy underwear, but i think they sent me the wrong size…” 

19. “oh my– are you proposing?!”

20. “so… can i assume you don’t have a date tonight either?” 

21. “i can’t believe i’m actually at a wedding on valentine’s day. what a lame cliche.” 

Behind The Ink...

For the first time ever I’m accepting asks that want to get to know the stories/inspiration ‘behind the ink’ of any of my poems.

Anyone else is welcome to join in, let’s see a little bit more of our favourite tumblr poets.

I’ll be accepting asks from now until 19th of February. You have just two days, if you’ve ever read something from me and you’ve wanted to know more, nows your chance! Just send an ask anon or not with the title of the poem, I’ll answer them all.

Fellow poets reblog this if you’re joining in with project ‘Behind the ink’

Tagging some of my faves:

Anyone is welcome to join :)
Anyone is welcome to send an ask :)

A wlw wish:

to share my whole self with her, my face when i am sad, my shaky hands when i’m anxious, my happiest memories and my quiet places, my favourite mug, my hoodies and my hair ties, perfume and postcards, my toothpaste and towels, playlists, pillows, cat videos, childhood films, my favourite books, angry poems i wrote at 1am, the way i take my tea, blankets and most of all, my time, my dreams, my future, my name

World Poetry Day

I have a question for you all. What’s your favourite poem, and what’s your favourite line from that poem? If your favourite line of poetry is from a different poem, tell me that as well!

You’ve all been such absolute bbs lately and I have an idea for some COOL POETRY FUN that I want to do for you all as a little lexical thank you!

My favourite poem is probably Fragment 4 of Sappho:

I simply want to be dead.
Weeping she left me.

with many tears and said this:
Oh how badly things have turned out for us.
Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you.

And I answered her:
Rejoice, go and
remember me. For you know how we cherished you.

But if not, I want
to remind you
]and beautiful times we had.

For many crowns of violets
and roses
[…] at my side you put on

and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat.

And with sweet oil
you anointed yourself

and on a soft bed
you would let loose your longing

(tr. Anne Carson)

but my favourite line of poetry is ‘Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun’, from Funeral Blues by WH Auden. It just absolutely encapsulates the dull ache of grief for me. I remember when my grandad died. I was 18, and the pervading emotion for the first few weeks wasn’t really sadness, but emptiness. It was an experience more than a feeling, like living on a different plane from everyone else, walking through the world and wondering ‘why hasn’t everybody stopped? Don’t they know that the world has ended?’ and feeling absolutely isolated and numb. So, that’s my favourite line. Cheery.


And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

“Late Fragment” by Raymond Carver From A New Path to the Waterfall, Atlantic Monthly Press, 1989.

Poem Analysis by Aislinn Hunter:

I carry this poem around with me, along with an old penny, a “luckystone” from the back of the eye of a Sheephead fish, a few sprigs of Scottish heather and a slip of paper that reads “Notice you were first.” Each object, in its own way, is a comfort; they are also, quite literally, fragments, or more accurately, fragmentary representations of larger relationships, experiences and travels. In poetic terms, a fragment is defined as “a piece or scrap from a larger whole that is either lost or unfinished.”

Late Fragment is the final poem in the poet and short story writer Raymond Carver’s (1938-1988) last published work, A New Path to the Waterfall, a collection that was written while he was dying of cancer. I value the Carver poem for a number of reasons. Mostly, I admire its simplicity and its poignancy. There is no measure of irony or artifice in it. There is also an underlying sense of celebration – this, in the affirmative “I did” and in the realization that when all is said and done, to call oneself beloved and to feel oneself beloved (a kind of proof) is enough.

Poetic dialogues can be read in a number of ways, and this poem is no exception. Is the poet asking himself these questions, reflecting on the life he’s lived? Or, is the first voice, the questioning voice, a loved one, a stranger, an omnipotent force? I have always, despite being wary of biographical inference in a work, read this poem as if Raymond Carver were asking these questions of himself. There is a strong element of recognition in the words “even so.” As if all that the “even so” implies – a life filled with a measure of sadness or failure – is understood implicitly by the person asking “Did you get what you wanted?” The initial “And” of the poem is so subtle, as if we are simply picking up the thread of a conversation in progress. Overall, the diction is plain and unselfconscious, except for “beloved,” which has a devotional feeling to it, a timelessness.

There are other poems in Carver’s collection which feel like moments of time preserved: His Bathrobe Pockets Stuffed With Notes consists of a series of anecdotes, my favourite being: “Remember Haydn’s 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.”

Late Fragment is, in that light, also a statement of accomplishment. Lorca once said he wrote to be loved. Gertrude Stein admitted she wrote for praise. William Faulkner said writers write for glory. In Late Fragment the “I” is asked, “And what did you want?”, and the response is: “To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on this earth.” Here “beloved” connotes everything from adoration to esteem to self-recognition. (And ultimately, the reiteration of “beloved” makes the poem feel so complete that it reads more like a coda than anything fragmentary or “broken.”)

The certitude of these last two lines, of the “call” that becomes something felt, is another reason I carry this poem around with me. Although that certainty is wonderfully undercut by the line break after “to feel myself,” a pause that reflects the “even so” because it is rife with the potential to be anything. How rarely we get exactly what we ask for, how exigent the wait, but how wonderful when we do, as in the next line when the word “beloved” is reiterated, when what the speaker in the poem has desired of his time on earth turns out to be what he felt.


may spread - I really took my time making this months spread, so that I could get an idea of how I wanted the month to feel. it’s a busy one - I will have my last day of uni and have a diploma of specialist makeup but Monday the 15th, I finished The Raven Cycle (sob) on the 10th, I’m seeing my favourite band in the world, All Time Low, on the 14th, and I’m really starting to save for my trip to Europe at the end of the year. busy, yes, but definitely going to be the best month of the year yet…

tibgracchus  asked:

4, 9, 10, 14 for the classics ask meme?

4. tell me about the classical ladies you love the most

CLODIA METELLI, ever and always.  Catullus’s poetry is so real and so raw, that you want to know who could do that to him, what kind of woman could both make him so happy and leave him so heartbroken.  While it’s difficult to see the real woman, the one not refracted through the prism of other men’s feelings and agendas, the overall impression I get is of someone who seized life instead of being typically demure and virtuous, and I love her for having the courage to live on her own terms, to do what she wanted instead of what was expected.

Tullia!  Cicero cares about her so much that you just want her to be happy, and so it makes me really sad that she had to deal with an ass like Dolabella and then died so young.

Cleopatra, because I am complete and total trash for the glorious OTT kingdom-destroying hot mess that was her relationship with Antony.

Galla Placidia; she led such a turbulent life and I really want to read a novel about her - how must it have felt, to give consent to the execution of your cousin and virtual stepmother, to be captured by the Goths, to become their queen, to be forced to marry a Roman general, to become Empress (twice), to be reduced to fleeing to your nephew’s court to escape your half-brother?!  To what extent was she able to shape these events and take power for herself?  There’s so much there and I really want someone to make dramatic capital out of it.

I also have to mention her daughter Justa Grata Honoria, because I love her response to being forced into marrying some boring old senator: weep and complain? no.  run away and dress as a boy? no.  Instead, she PROPOSED MARRIAGE TO ATTILA THE HUN. (I am not kidding about this.)  Live fast, die young, bad girls……nearly bring down the Western Roman Empire and wind up married to exactly the boring senator they wanted to avoid, but at least she tried.

9. what are your top five otps?

I’ve answered this one prevously here, but one OTP I didn’t mention is Titus and Berenice of Cilicia; I saw the Racine play about them at the Donmar a few years back (with Stephen Campbell Moore as Titus and Anne-Marie Duff as Berenice), and it’s just absolutely heartbreaking.

10. recommend a piece of fiction about the classical world

There’s a post somewhere in the back of my mind, as soon as I can find the time and focus to write it, about some of my favourite novels set in ancient Rome.  So I’m going to leave any Roman recommendations for that (sorry!), and instead I’m going to suggest Zachary Mason’s The Lost Books of the Odyssey. 

It claims to be 44 variants of the story of the Odyssey, from the time when it existed in oral form (i.e. before Homer wrote it down), and would have been sung by all kinds of bards, each putting their own spin on it.  In reality that works out as lots of short stories which play with the themes of the poem - memory, identity, narrative, homecoming - and which contain so many cool ideas: werewolf!Penelope; Achilles being replaced by a golem (cf. Helen’s eidolon); Paris as Death and Troy as his citadel; Odysseus as the real author of the Odyssey.  I’ll stop there because it’s more fun to discover them for yourself, but they really are so great; I love everything he does with Odysseus’s relationships with Penelope and Athena, and that virtually everyone from the poem gets their own story.

14. which Greek tragedy is your favourite?

I’ve only seen a couple (would love to see more, The Oresteia and Ajax especially), and yet this is so hard to choose!  I loved Sophocles’ Electra - Electra reminds me so much of a female Hamlet and that’s something I’ve wanted to see for ages - but I’m going to have to say Euripides’ Medea.  I saw the production at the National Theatre with Helen McCrory in 2014, and what really surprised me was how tender and conflicted a person Medea is; that the play opens with her howling in pain, and the murder of her children is something she has to work herself up into a frenzy to be capable of doing.  Similarly, around Aegeus she’s a much softer, gentler person, and one of my favourite moments was when Jason comes to visit her; they wind up arguing and he kisses her, and when he pulls back her arms remain in the air for a moment, where they were wound around his neck, as if she can’t quite let the feeling go.  She was so much more complex and sympathetic than I’d been expecting.

I was also really surprised and moved by the empathy for women’s experience the play shows; how it keeps coming back to the danger and wonder of childbirth, and what it takes for Medea to murder the children she went through so much risk and pain for.  I hadn’t expected a man, and especially a man from as misogynistic a culture as ancient Athens, to write something like that.

thanks for the ask, my friend! :D

the classics ask meme

At best I am
the redemption
of the skinny heroine.
Everyone! Look
at the perfect girl -
white teeth and perfect skin and
shiny hair
and above all
thin, thin, thin
and she wants to spend time
with little old too big me!
Someone fetch her
the noble prize for
letting the audience know she is
A Good Person™
because she can stand
to stand next to
the world’s largest object of pity.

At worst I am
a joke.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before
Fat girl -
Fat girl -
Fat girl -
on a diet!
Fat girl -
stuffing her face!
Fat girl -
loves hot jock!
And the biggest joke of all
(cue the tinned laughter):
Fat girl -
daring to think she’s beautiful.
That one gets me every single time, folks.

Despite being the only one
without a flat stomach
I’m the most two dimensional
character of them all;
only good for ridicule.
Didn’t anyone ever tell you
fat shaming is the highest form of wit?

Maybe that’s why
my favourite films are the ones
in which I don’t exist.
Every female character is a size six
and if I don’t think about it too hard
the popcorn doesn’t taste like
dust in my mouth.

—  what the fat girls in the movies taught me about myself // L.H

emiliaclark-deactivated20150217  asked:

Maddieee so i am absolutely in love with the whole modern gods series, and i was wondering if you have any poem recs? Thanks love!

Yes! I definitely do, oh gosh! All poetry about modern deities are here; all poetry about modern biblical characters / angels / prophets are here; all edits are about modern deities are here; and these are some of the poems I love. 

Greek Modern Gods: 

Biblical Modern Angels / Prophets 

you hate when i write poems about you so

here is a poem about you and the way you can’t accept a compliment or


here is a poem for the way you hold my hand even though it is hard for you
for the way you watch when it is important and lapse into introspection again

here is a poem for the subconscious longing you display in your sleep
your body so tight against mine
the dry crackle of your voice and crinkle of your eyes first thing in the morning

here is a poem for all the times you have watched me shower and lathered your skin in return, all crooked smile and
non-averted eyes

here is a poem for eight hour time differences and two texts a day; for one hour time differences and your abrupt coldness
the wince that jolts my spine when you tell me to stop
texting compliments
needing reassurance
missing you
showing you my body

here is a poem for all the youtube links you send me to live sets of our favourite bands when you know you have hurt my feelings and the way you know i look for us in the crowds we were in just to remember that yes, we have existed together

here is a poem for those pictures of the golden gate bridge.

here is a poem for all the songs we have sang, roads we have walked, meals we have eaten, guinness we have drank and jokes we have laughed at until we

here is a poem for your long legs and
how they carry us apart
but still not far enough

for your heart.

—  i can make something romantic out of this CC x

anonymous asked:

I've heard a few times that Sephardim are less LGBT-friendly than Ashkenazim, but in my admittedly limited experience, I don't find this to be true. Do you think this idea holds water? Also, I was wondering: do we have any historical data on how people that would today be construed as "LGBT" were considered and treated in Sephardic communities (whether in North-Africa, the Middle-East, Medieval Spain...)? Or even anecdotal stories?

I can’t speak to the first part of your question — I don’t think you can generalize any large group of the Jewish community to hold any particular ideology or another. I have encountered other LGBTQ Jews of every ethnic and cultural background, and luckily many of them have welcoming and supportive communities, and unfortunately some still don’t.

But to your second question, there are absolutely a lot of amazing sources! Here are a few stories I’ve featured on Tumblr before:

And here are some other areas to investigate:

So the short answer is, we always existed! In Jewish communities, like in their surrounding non-Jewish communities, there were people who chose to express or act on non-heterosexual desires. They were usually tolerated, occasionally punished, and sometimes even celebrated. Beyond that generalization, we’d have to look at specific contexts to get a better idea of what’s going on in any particular circumstance.

And just as a treat, here is my all-time favourite homoerotic Hebrew poem, by Shmu’el haNagid (993-1056), as translated by Jerome Rothenberg and Harris Lenowitz:

I’d sell my soul for that fawn
of a boy — night walker
to sound of the ‘ud & flute playing
who saw the glass in my hand — said
“drink the wine from between my lips” &
the moon was a yod drawn on
the cover of dawn in gold ink…

There is so much richness in our heritage — feel free to go through my queerkeit tag for more. And let me know if I can help with anything else!