#lbtqia+ women

[actuallyimnot]

femxfem

#actually im not #black women #black hottie #blacklove #lovers #love #black lesbian #black woman is god #beautiful #lbtqia #euphoria #lesbian

[yourfavshark]

Shit i tripped, fell and made one of my character ai Characters a ten year old lesbian!

This is her!

#gay women #lbtqia #character ai #random shit

[lil-angel-stories]

The Creature's Special Violet

    The Creature, who was once alone, began to grow interested in the equally fond village girl. Her shorter hair, her sweet brown eyes, and the stunning smile she always brought. Hell, she would never admit this to them, but there would be times when the creature would wait on the rock that was close to the river, their tail and wings moving slowly as their eyes shot back and forth to keep lookout. As The Creature occasionally looked into the river they saw the things that made them who the village feared. Why not her though? Why, and mostly how, was this one village girl not afraid? The horns, the tail, the wings, the toothy fang smile, all of those things make the other village idiots fear them. 

But not the girl…

      She stayed. It was sweet, kind, and unexpected. Mostly unexpected, but her visits made The Creature happy. Sometimes she would bring them food, other times she would read the books that they were not able to find or get. They loved the quiet moments that they both shared. They would look out to the lake. The animals would gather and relax beside them, drawn to the girl, it was like watching a princess. 

     The Creature looked to the other and asked for a favor. The village girl turned her head wondering. They asked the girl to bring her favorite flower seeds. When she asked why, The Creature just smiled but didn't reply. To their surprise, she complied with the request, bringing the flower seeds of a violet. 

     The Creature thanked her and after the day had passed, they said their goodbyes and walked back into their cabin, waiting for the young lady to be far from the forest. 

     "Finally, now for a surprise. Something that may never compare to her true beauty." The Creature claimed, as they stood in front of the small rich soil area they had made earlier. It surrounded their favorite spot in the area, a smooth and a large rock by the river with a large oak tree providing gentle shade and cover from rain. They smiled fondly, remembering everything that caused the falling for the mortal village girl, but to them, she was so much more. Like an angel that came to help and the time they had seemed to need it most. Magic began to swirl calmly between the hands of the fallen, swaying to its own rhythm as the spell itself was being cast. They then placed their hand slowly onto the soft grass, muttering the words to cast the right thing. It had been forever since they last cast it, but now they had a good reason to do so. 

 They smiled, looking out to the seeds they planted growing and blossoming gracefully, as if they were reaching out to the heavens above. Pink, blue, white, and purple violets bloomed out surrounding the area. The pink reminded them mostly of the village girl. Though to them, the beauty of the young maiden couldn't compare. 

As days passed, The Creature sat by the rock, ready to surprise the girl. Waiting for what felt like eternity, tail once again swaying back and forth in anxiety that soon began to plague the mind. Eventually they heard a fairly loud call and sprung to action. They flew to the trees, landing in a branch to hide, wanting to start the surprise quickly. They were excited, but conflicting their thoughts was worry, worry if things didn't go right, worry that they may scare the other away. Worry for…..no no it would be okay. 

Everything was going to be perfect.

They sat by the front of the cabin, tail swaying, wings and hands twitching with nerves. Finally they saw her, walking up to the cabin as graceful as ever. The sun shining against her radiant skin, her eyes shimmering with the light dancing in her stunning eyes. The same sweet brown eyes that The Creature would always get lost in. Her bright smile brought it all together. It was kind and warm and always seemed full of love. The Creature walked over, and wrapped their wings around the other calmly. The girl looked at the wings, slowly brushing her fingers against them feeling the softness of the black and red feathers. The feathers that represented the past harshly, but can now mean something new. 

The Creature kept the surrounding area covered from view, guiding the girl she loved to the rock they regularly shared. The girl asked again and again what was so important to cover her sight, but they refused to spill until they got there. They finally guided her to the rock by the river, wings still blocking her sight. 

Finally, after a moment, they moved their wings back to their relaxed state. 

And the sight was breathtaking, it was like nothing the village girl had ever seen.

She looked towards their oasis, speechless at what she saw. Bright, pink, fully bloomed violets surrounding the paradise they used to read and spend time together. Tears welled into her eyes, seemingly happy. The Creature began to panic, anxiety crawling up their skin in worry of making the girl upset. They apologized profusely, not meaning to upset her and just wanting to show her something that would be as close as they could get to match her beauty

There was sudden laughter in the air. Not of anger, sadness, or even pity.

It was of joy, and when the creature looked up to see their loved one’s face, they saw the tears of joy.

The girl looked happy, purely happy, as she was smiling brightly looking back and forth between The Creature and the violets. They looked over to see the smile, as beautiful as the rest of her.  They lifted their hand towards the one they loved. 

“You, my dear, are beautiful, amazing, loving, and someone who has become so, so important to me. There is no one I’d rather spend time with. You have shown kindness and brought hope from a past of which I have suffered. I wish for you to be by my side, and I will protect you with all that I am.  

Will you be my partner? To see what our future holds if we may be something even more than just a friendship? Through Hell or high water?

To them, it was a request of pure love, a question that would change everything if the answer was yes. The Creature smiled, hoping for a positive answer, still nervous all the same.

The village girl looked at The Creature with the biggest smile The Creature had ever seen on her face and nearly shouted with joy,

“Yes, of course I will!”

With the love and joy in their heart, The Creature grabbed their love carefully and used their wings to spin them both lightly in the air. They felt happy, for once they felt confidence, they felt peace, and most importantly: they felt loved. Although the future is unknown for The Creature and the village girl, they both know it would be full of love and support for each when needed, and that all would go well in life itself. 

The Creature was happy

Their love was happy.

The violets to represent their new partner were blooming and colorful as could be. 

But nothing in the world could truly compare to the beauty;

                    The beauty of the Creature’s own special Violet. 

~Fin~

#my writing #writers on tumblr #original short story #short story #sapphic #wlw #women loving women #gay #lbtqia+ #lbtqia #monster x human

[kimyoonmiauthor]

The Slightly Humorous Story About How Straight People made me Queer.

Let’s be clear here, when I was in Korea, I was halfway tripped up on Korean dramas. Korean dramas which didn’t have kissing until much later in the series, and lots of small romantic gestures were on screen. From what I know, I liked cartoons and TV shows to block the noise from my parents arguing all of the time. I disliked the Japanese occupation drama that was popular at the time because it had loud guns in it. So I’ve always loved rom coms the most on television. They gave me comfort. I also watched Historicals with my aunties.

I had to figure this out on my own, by putting things together.

So when I came to the US (adopted), I had this really strong notion that went something like this...

I would get married, have kids, I didn’t know how. And then my husband would tragically die of natural causes or we’d get divorced or something of that sort and he’d disappear. And then I would have dogs and be a widow.

No straight person has a thought like this when they are five years old, and maybe it should have clued me in that people usually don’t kill off their spouses in their heads that maybe just maybe I was not straight.

I had bouts as a kid, too, of loving frilly pink things, then hating it, etc, though this got confused under all of the Second wave feminism my mom liked to shove on me, which often was white feminist and racist and oddly anti-LBTQIA.

I liked pink for a while, because it was girly, then converted to purple, because it felt more neutral, but then couldn’t identify with any color after that. Maybe this, too, was part of the harassment my mom had around colors, insisting that I wear black because it was “practical” but I couldn’t really perform gender that well. I would really, really try to conform to one gender, but then feel highly uncomfortable with it.

I wanted to learn girly things to know it, but I didn’t want to perform it. I wanted to do sports, and learn various types of things that were told to be gendered--but honestly, I saw it as kind of pointless to call wiffle ball a “Boys game” and girls “Cooking.” I never felt stable. I would flux and convert at turns a little, and I was comfortable with that. I didn’t see the point of gendered pronouns. WTH. I got constantly corrected on them for years probably because I couldn’t feel them in myself either. And the thing was, I liked dressing up in costumes, I didn’t care about the gender of the clothes. I also absolutely loved anything that played with gender roles and expectations. I was drawn to it.

I found myself drawn to queer books, though a lot of the romances I read were het, maybe as a remnant of watching too many het romances on television from very young and also because reading queer romances would have exposed me more.

At the same time straight kids would endlessly tease me for being a lesbian, gay, or something. And I was puzzled over sexual attraction and romantic attraction for myself. I thought people were lying in television shows--also maybe because of the gap between US television and Korean. US--two seconds, in bed. Korean 10/16 episodes in and you get a kiss. And for a kid that doesn’t feel primary sexual attraction, this was quite confusing--I didn’t know that kids could know their sexuality at five years old.

From the time I knew sexual attraction was a thing(TM), I was thinking, unlike the kids that teased me to be gay and lesbian. I was fine with “whatever” the most ace thing in the world. (Though if it was a woman in my head, I thought things like, well, if I’m attracted to women, well, the dying early thing won’t be in the cards. I’ll figure it out then.) I was fine being bisexual. As long as I could punch my schedule of having kids and a dog. (This is kinda ND to me... which might also be why I got bullied--besides being Asian. I didn’t think like most other kids and I was extremely precocious.)

At one point I was asked if the “Backstreet boys was hot” when I was nine and in a fit of NDness, probably, I watched their music videos to figure out *why* that person liked them, and I couldn’t figure it out at all. Totally went over my head. Was it a personality trait they had?

But nothing happened for a long ass time. And then aesthetic attraction happened. I thought aesthetic attraction was the same thing as sexual attraction for the longest ass time. It took me a long, long ass time to realize people actually do want to have sex upon looking at someone and saying “I’d do them.”

Even the kissing games like spin the bottle and dares, etc, I stayed out of with the thought of, “I don’t see the point if you don’t have feelings for each other.”

I also thought probably because of a steady digest of rom coms, Victorian romances, and so on, attraction would be this magical moment of floaty clouds, etc. But I found it extremely annoying in part and I wanted to distance myself from it. At other points I didn’t want to deal with it at all. And I was told it was the greatest thing in the world.

My friends asked why I didn’t date anyone and I answered with the most ND answer ever in my head. “I didn’t have a large enough pool of people to be attracted to.” The other thing I thought was, “There is no point of dating in Middle School and High School if you’re going to break up with people,” *cough* Grey-ace, maybe? Have a clue.

But I had no terms for this, or my kind of half-hearted attempts at presenting cis. Presenting fully as a woman and performing it was too much work in my head. And I know some women just don’t like makeup, and some nonbinary do, but putting the effort in to perform being a woman 24-7 felt like too much for me. I kept slipping every time I tried. I never quite felt comfortable in the gossip circles women do--it also might be because I was also extremely precocious and ND-ish that it was harder to fit in.

But straight people kept flagging me over and over trying to figure out why this or that was true. Why I had no attraction to anyone. Why I couldn’t perform womanhood, even though I knew how. The feedback from straight people told me over and over I was very queer. And I felt an attraction to queer culture, but I didn’t know how I slotted in and I couldn’t place it because the dominant labels were not me. But I didn’t feel straight either.

I semi-dated long distance a guy I felt romantic attraction to (after I got to know him for a while), but I didn’t feel sexual attraction to. In truth, I probably wasn’t that committed and the long distance hampered my ability to feel attraction since we separated in early stages.

I did finally date someone I had sex with, but I still don’t get why people love sex that much. My sex stance is sex indifferent most of the time, sometimes favorable, but rarely, so it was a meh moment for me. I liked sex for the intimacy, but sometimes I felt like it was kinda pointless. I did feel sexual attraction after knowing the person for a while. I’m not clear on my secondary sexual/romantic attraction orientation completely, though. It’s like trying to reach past a brick wall. I’m not against it being more omni/pan/bi still.

And the guy of the time was straight--also had this weird relationship with trans people where he kept harping on it. So I closeted my NBness really hard during that relationship, but I kept slipping and he kept on me for why I didn’t perform womanness correctly. lol Maybe I was also trying to get that man dies before I’m 80, but we have kids thing going too.

lol Queer people kept semi-kicking me out though I kind of had an attraction to queer people as in I think I’m one of you, but I don’t know how. So I struggled a lot to find the correct labels.

I wish I knew earlier that this was a thing, though, since I was destructive in some ways when I thought I was straight, but a little strange and trying to fit into the allosexual/alloromantic/cis box. I could have sorted it out faster and better and probably gotten past the grey-ace/aro wall by approaching it differently.

All straight people kept cluing me into the fact I was queer. It wasn’t queer people that told me, hey, you, you’re queer. It was 100% straight people--though they got the brand of queer wrong often. I just couldn’t perform their straightness to their standards no matter how hard I tried.

So no dog, no kids, but hella queer? I do have reptiles. But I do plan to eventually have dogs. The straights converted me to queer.

#pride #asexuality #ace spec #aromanticism #nonbinary #sexuality #queer #all about mi #memoirette

[freackthejester]

I am still pissed about being called straight the other day by a guy who had just an hour before bragged about sending a consensual dick pic to a gold star lesbian.

Strangers definitely read me as male in my customer service job, but pretty much all the co-workers know that I'm afab and basically a woman, in terms of getting mad about the patriarchy and having tits and how I identify. There's a tendency for some people who know me medium-well or run in queer circles to call me 'they' and that's perfectly alright and friendly, a reasonable thing to default to when i am that asshole who refuses to answer The Question.

Do I have to come out waving asexual pride flags and Detransitioned Lizards in order to be recognized? Do I have to degrade myself to participating in go buy a flag culture?

Thats how he said it too, the little bastard, he said it was weird that a person would get booked on a Queer show (stand-up comedy) just because they (I) look queer even though they (I) are (am) straight.

You motherfuckingasshole . We're comedians. I'm joking. I'm dodging the question. I'm not part of you're system maaaaaaannaaannnnn.

My belonging in the LBTQIA+ community is the only irretactable part of my social identity. Homophobes don't like me. I'm that scary Political Lesbian who read the SCUM Manifestio and quit men but has a tough time warming up to women because y'all deal with way toofuckingmuch so what am I now except kind of ugly?

and Proud?

#i say stuff #detransition #not liking the suggested tags on that post #I'm so angry all the time but I'm fine because my anger is tamable and keeps me safe

[mycosylivingroom]

My discovery

When I was small not to small I discovered that Ialso felt attracted to women. I acedintly watched a porn TV thing in the night.

Where a women was undressing herself. I always also felt atractive to people who were older then me.

I also had crushes on fictional men and some celebritie dudes. Also had crushes on fictional older women. Specially middle-aged ones

When I was a teen I didn't want to be gay, afraid that people might not like me. Even though my parents were and are okay with it.

In my early adult hood it didn't play in my mind. I had alot of fictional men crushes. At age 27 thanks to the wonderful lbtqia comunity I discovered that I was bisexual

I felt relieved. Happy that I can enjoy beautiful people without shame

Right now I am feeling more atractive to women than to men.

#pride month #my story #lbtgq #lbtqia #actually autistic #mycosylivingroom

[ousontlesfemmes]

Audre Lorde

Audre Lorde (1934-1992) était une poétesse, écrivaine et militante américaine. Elle était connue pour son militantisme en faveur des droits des femmes, des personnes de couleur et de la communauté LBTQIA+

Née à New York, elle a grandi dans une famille caribéenne et a commencé à écrire de la poésie à un jeune âge. Après des études à l'université de Columbia, Lorde a travaillé comme bibliothécaire et enseignante à New York et a commencé à publier des poèmes.

Lorde est rapidement devenue une voix importante dans le mouvement féministe, la lutte pour les droits civiques et le mouvement LGBTQIA+. Elle a publié plusieurs recueils de poésie, notamment The First Cities et Cables to Rage, ainsi que des essais tels que Sister Outsider et The Cancer Journals, qui ont abordé des sujets tels que la race, la sexualité, la classe sociale et la féminité.

En plus de son travail littéraire, Lorde était une militante active. Elle a participé à des manifestations pour les droits civiques, la justice sociale et les droits des femmes, et a cofondé “Kitchen Table: Women of Color Press”, qui a publié des œuvres de femmes de couleur et a contribué à donner une voix à cette communauté.

Audre Lorde est décédée d'un cancer du sein en 1992, mais son héritage en tant qu'écrivaine, poétesse et militante est resté une source d'inspiration pour de nombreuses personnes. Elle est connue pour son langage puissant, sa vision intersectionnelle de la justice sociale et son dévouement à la lutte pour l'égalité.

Extrait :

Une femme parle - Audre Lorde (trad. Getty Dambury)

Marquée par la lune touchée par le soleil mon charme est implicite mais quand la mer se retirera elle abandonnera mon corps je ne cherche pas l’approbation indifférente au sang implacable comme le fléau de l’amour aussi têtue que mes erreurs ou ma fierté je ne confonds pas l’amour et la pitié ni la haine et le mépris et si vous voulez me connaître fouillez les entrailles d’Uranus où les océans inlassables se fracassent.  

Je n’habite ni ma naissance ni mes divinités moi qui suis sans âge et même pas adulte cherchant encore mes soeurs sorcières du Dahomey me portent dans leurs toiles nouées comme autrefois notre mère endeuillée.  

J’ai été femme durant longtemps méfiez-vous de mon sourire je suis trompeuse grâce à la vieille magie et la nouvelle démence de midi promise à tous vos vastes projets je suis femme et non-blanche.

Fun fact :

Audre Lorde était passionnée par la photographie et aimait documenter les lieux qu'elle visitait. Elle a souvent inclus des photographies dans ses présentations de conférences et d'ateliers. En outre, elle a également utilisé la photographie comme un moyen d'explorer sa propre identité et sa relation avec le monde qui l'entourait. Certaines de ses photographies ont été publiées dans des livres posthumes tels que The Marvelous Arithmetics of Distance et Eye to Eye: Black Women, Hatred, and Anger.

SOURCES : https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audre_Lorde CRÉDIT PHOTO : K. Kendall

#littérature #queer #poc writer #féminisme #féministes #activisme #activistes #poésie

[tendertools]

Poetesses (update)

Since I started this blog a couple of years ago, I've been posting works by poetesses from all around the world as I came across them randomly in books or on various websites, forming the pattern of this little, partial and irregular anthology. By doing this I just wish to share those amazing texts it might be sometimes difficult to get aware of.

Here is an author list you can use at any time, with poems in bilingual (Original language/English) versions. The links are broken these days as I changed the name of this blog, but I’ll try to restore them as soon as possible!

Helen Adam Anna Akhmatova* Amal Al-Jubouri* Takako Arai Ana Blandiana Emily Brontë° Ana Brnardić Gwendolyn Brooks Karin Boye (1) (2) Ilzė Butkutė° Susan Connolly Corinna° Vladimíra Čerepková* H.D. Nastya Denisova Regina Derieva* Marceline Desbordes-Valmore Hilde Domin* Hélène Dorion kari edwards Jun Er Erinna* Ida Faubert Jennifer Elise Foerster° Marie de France Jane Gentry° Nikki Giovanni° Lavinia Greenlaw Anjum Hasan Ana Paula Inácio Nina Iskrenko Mirela Ivanova Anka Žagar Elena Kacyuba* Manju Kanchuli Mary Karr° Doris Kareva Judit Kemenczky* Farzaneh Khojandi Sarah Kirsch* Barbara Köhler Masayo Koike Rachel Korn Lina Kostenko Taja Kramberger Louise Labé° Katalin Ladik Christine Lavant Ursula K. Le Guin Audre Lorde° Amy Lowell° Eeva-Liisa Manner Kseniya Marennikova* Kettly Mars Iman Mersal Larissa Miller Marianne Moore Valzhyna Mort Isabella Motadinyane Shahnaz Munni Eileen Myles Mary Oliver° Lisa Olstein° Kristín Ómarsdóttir Dorothy Parker° Sophia Parnok (1) (2) Esdras Parra Eugénie Paultre Valentine Penrose Sibila Petlevski Petrőczi Éva Halyna Petrosanyak Diane Di Prima Claudia Rankine Adrienne Rich° Lalla Romano* Muriel Rukeyser Amina Saïd° Edna St. Vincent Millay Maya Sarishvili Gjertrud Schnackenberg Olga Sedakova Anne Sexton° Naomi Shihab Nye° Izumi Shikibu (1) (2) Savita Singh Charlotte Smith° Maggie Smith° Edith Södergran* Ingrid Storholmen* Wisława Szymborska (1) (2) (3) (4) Chimako Tada Anyte of Tegea Chouchanik Thamrazian Élise Turcotte Ijeoma Umebinyuo° Marie Under Maud Vanhauwaert Renée Vivien Rosmarie Waldrop Mary Webb Maria White Lowell° Eleanor Wilner Uljana Wolf Liliane Wouters Liu Xia° Wang Xiaoni Ling Yu

(°= reblog from other tumblr users, *= my own translation)

Please don’t hesitate to send me suggestions of poems for this little anthology, I would be so happy to read and add them on this page!

#poetesses #anthology #women writers #women poets #trans women writers #trans women poets #women artists #author list #links #bilingual #texts #lisewine #poetry #poems #poems on tumblr #literature #collection #women's poetry #women's literature #lbtqia+ women #queer women writers #blog #personal #project #original texts #translation #english translation

[marymischife]

Woman an adult human female.

The definition of female by Webster’s therefore transgender women are in fact women.

#lbtqia #transgender #trans women positivity #mtf trans #trans women are valid #trans women are women #anti terf

[beyond-mogai-pride-flags]

Gay Woman Pride Flag

Similar to “gay man” concept, a lot of women describe themselves as gay, some because they are wlw but not sure if they are lesbians or not, some simply because they are not straight and other because they aren’t attracted to men while not essentially attracted to other women.

- Ap

#lgbpa #lgbap #lgbtqiap #lbtqia #lbtq #lbt #lgbtq women #lgbt woman #wlw #unstraight #pride flags #mogai flag #nonstraight #girls loving girls #gay girl #gal pals #lesbian #bisexual #bi woc #womxn #lgb #pansexual #pan #ace #asexual #aro #aromantic #aspec #mspec #sapphic

[actuallyimnot]

🤍

#actually im not #black women #lovers #love #blacklove #black lesbian #black woman is god #beautiful #lbtqia

[inthemarginalized]

#tea #lbtqia #gay history #lesbian women #homophobia #antisemitism

[broooooooooooo]

The best thing about seeing a trans person’s before and after transition pictures is seeing how much better they look. Like before, they may be smiling, may look happy, but after?

You can see how their soul is thriving. How happy and better they are just by looking.

And it’s beautiful.

#trans #transmasc #nonbinary #lbtqia #trans women #trans boys #trans girl #transman

[h0tdykesclub]

Would anyone like to join my oasis? (Feel free to PM me for my Instagram if you’d like even MORE queer content!)

#lesbian #lbt #lbtq #lbtqia #sapphic #girls who like girls #girls who kiss girls #queer #queer women #queer womxn #womxn #nonbinary #trans #transgender #equity #paradise #no cishets allowed #wlw #gnc

[everything-but-my-bones]

My date doe 😍😍😍. #illuminatiball #shecuteaf #lucky #fridaynight #brooklyn #beautyandthebeast (at Williamsburg, Brooklyn)

#illuminatiball #brooklyn #beautyandthebeast #fashion #style #lbtqia #queer looks #qpoc #menswear #women in menswear #dapper #she so fine

[mycosylivingroom]

today I added more ladies of jazz I also added more lo fi.

and I also added some cottage core and dark academia

#ladies of music #womens history month #lbtqia #medieval #renaissance #classical music #baroque #1910s #roaring 20s #30s #40s #50s #1960s music #70s #80s #1990s #2000s #2010s #2010s jazz #2020s #women of jazz #dark academia #cottagecore