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This does come with the caveat that I can't quite remember if the characters in How to Find a Princess, Funeral Songs for Dying Girls, and Chain-Gang All-Stars identity specifically as lesbians or not, but they are all sapphic. Full titles under the cut!
EDIT: Apparently Alice Walker is a big proponent of a famous antisemitic conspiracy theorist, David Icke, so be aware of that when considering The Color Purple
Happy Lesbian Visibility Week! 📚📖🏳️‍🌈
Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H
In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado
How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole
Cantoras by Carolina De Robertis
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
Under the Udala Trees by Chinelo Okparanta
Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg
Funeral Songs for Dying Girls by Cherie Dimaline
Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah
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androgynealienfemme · 11 months
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"I know what butch is. Butches are not beginner FTMs, except that sometimes they are, but it's not a continuum except when it is. Butch is not a trans identity unless the butch in question says it is, in which case it is, unless the tranny in question says it isn't, in which case it's not. There is no such thing as butch flight, no matter what the femmes or elders say, unless saying that invalidates the opinions of femmes in a sexist fashion or the opinions of elders in an ageist fashion. Or if they're right. But they are not, because butch and transgender are the same thing with different names, except that butch is not a trans identity, unless it is; see above."
-"I KNOW WHAT BUTCH IS", Butch is a Noun, Essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)
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aphrodites-serenade · 1 month
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Look at me.. not for too long
Her eyes are the most beautiful gems on this earth
She's loved by the moon and sun, with the way they glow and shine in any light
They dart all over the place, not able to stay on one thing for too time
Look at this... Oh no, look at this
She's a spark of joy, but the light becomes dimmer the farther her figure walks away from me
A dreadful thought overcomes me,
I'm fading into the background, into one of the many normalities in her life
My body moves faster than my mind, and once again, I'm near
I have to hold onto her, make sure she doesn't forget me
She swings around abruptly, her locks falling into place as she searches for the reason of this sudden action in my eyes
There's heat rising to my cheeks, I must surely seem pathetic and ridiculous
I wanted her to look at me, and yet…
I look at my feet before she notices any signs of fear that have overtaken my body
Her eyes are still on me, looking at these imperfections, all of them
I'm a child again, apologizing to my parents for being so needy
It's her touch that now makes me search in her eyes
Her fingers draw circles into my skin, dotted with blemishes
They trace my cracked lips and overgrown brows
The longer she touches me, the more I barrage myself for not hiding my dark eye bags, for letting my face get round, for not taming my hair
The thought that she would stop loving me because of all this makes me want to sob
Don't look at me any longer, please
Comfort envelopes me as her lips press against mine
It's her softness that makes me forget what I was even saying
I've never felt so beautiful as when I am with her
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amanufacturedheaven · 21 days
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The First Vampire Was a Lesbian.
Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu
Source
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asynca · 3 months
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Wanted to check out the Solve for i audio book? It's 50% off right now thanks to my benevolent overlords, RB Media. Go check it out! :)
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martyr0l0gy · 6 months
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For anyone else who thirsts for reading trans / lesbian / genderqueer lit, but struggles because low circulation and academic interest make it difficult to find Real copies of: here' a PDF file of S. Bear Bergman's 'Butch Is A Noun' essay collection. And just a little reminder for the ✨️community✨️ butch/femme identities aren't just presentation. They're history and culture and politics and self definition. Please please please know about the intricacies of butch identities before just claiming your obsession with them. Butch attraction without context and humanisation is just dehumanising fetishism of gender non-conforming presentations (which can admittedly be fun in the right, consensual contexts.. but I digress).
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pretty-lil-ladybug · 4 months
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"If the butch deconstructs gender, the femme constructs gender. She puts together her own special ingredients for what it is to be a "woman," an identity with which she can live and love"
Joan Nestle, The Persistent Desire: A Femme-Butch Reader
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artists-ache · 7 months
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Hi everyone. Just wanted to let my little corner of the internet know that my new chapbook is now available. It’s a book about a lot of things, including religion, trauma, my experiences with suicide and mental illness, and other things of the like. Here are some snippets.
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variousqueerthings · 2 years
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I’m reading Persistance: All Ways Butch And Femme and lemme tell you it’s doing wonders for everything -- feelings about gender, politics, language, relationships 
every time I think I’ve come at some unknowable concept about myself that nobody could possibly understand and I’m totally alone (or at the very least I’m something new and fragile), reading about other queers makes me understand that actually it’s existed possibly forever and I can calm tf down and stop being so angsty, it’s not fragile at all, it’s years of others living these things into reality!
anyway, us lonelies under 30 (and over 30 too quite probably) who think we’ve reinvented the wheel and nobody could possibly get it, we need to read this sort of stuff to get out of our own heads and to respect where we came from and maybe all the fucking discourse can chill out and we won’t be so afraid of changes and concepts that already exist and have done for a lot of years!
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toastedpopsicle · 9 months
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I saw someone selling the at-cost edition of SBB for like $50 on Amazon so just to remind everyone it's actually at-cost at lulu
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theydaybrigade · 3 months
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Update on reading Stone Butch Blues
I’m starting chapter 13 and barely getting past the first page without getting pissed off.
Chapter 13 spoilers below! (But not many because I’m on the second page of the chapter still)
Of course they address post Stonewall police brutality escalation. I think that’s great and I love how Leslie talks about how the community adapted to keep the culture and community going. (Like keeping tabs on police radios to prepare for raids.)
Then they talk about lesbian inter-community discourse and bigoted attitudes towards one another. It’s not that I didn’t expect it, it’s that I’ve noticed it hasn’t really gotten any better. Mocking someone for being femme? Disgusting. Calling butches “male chauvinist pigs”? Equally fucking disgusting.
It reminds me of a coworker I once had, (who was sort of a supervisor but wasn’t technically allowed to be one due to the nature of the position classification. Long story, won’t give too many details…) which just frustrates me because I had to put my identity exploration on hold because this asshole at work would police my identity and how I talked about myself. We worked at a fucking multicultural center at my university and she had a background in gender studies. Do better. 🙄
Anyway, I’m working through these big feelings and that’s making me read slower… which is frustrating because I want to be able to read this faster because I want to know how it ends! 😭
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androgynealienfemme · 10 months
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"We go from store to store, trying to things on and inspecting them. I give my opinions on dresses and shoes, blouses and lipstick colors. Sometimes I say things that make the other women look at me, agape, as though my mouth has been possessed by that flighty queen from Queer Eye even while the rest of my body still looks like any other big dumb boy's. I say that I like a skirt but I wish it were bias-cut instead of A-line, or that I am not fond of the fashion for surplice tops, or that the post-WWII idiom in shoes this season is amusing but rarely looks good on actual feet, or that I like the look of a bolero jacket. I know the names of colors, heliotrope and coral and Nile blue, and I can say without hesitation whether a lipstick might look better matte with a bit of powder.
These other women look at me with wonder, their boyfriends and husbands having made a fetish out of refusing to learn such words under any circumstances, as though merely pronouncing the word "periwinkle" or "princess seam" could easily turn a strong man gay as a box of birds. They say to her, "That's your husband?" in voices that loiter between admiring and disgusted, as though they know that there's no force on earth that could make their men or boys take such interest in their clothing and they think they might really prefer that to the spectacle of me, filling an armchair, legs crossed ankle over knee, looking just right until I say "tea length."
The point is that she wants other girls to see what it looks like to have a boy so cracy in love with you, as I am, that he will spend an afternoon talking about capri pants to have a boy so delighted by you that he never calls you by your name, but addresses you always as "beautiful girl," or "my love" or occasionally and with great fondness, "boss." To have a boy who will happily fetch your next-size-down and carry your bags and charm the salesclerks at the register without flirting overmuch and just generally try to make himself as useful as possible, all for the dizzy and undying pleasure of making you happy. And even though I am not a boy, I look like one, and so I can be complicit with her in this kind of wonderful afternoon, part indulgence of her great beauty and style, part guerilla feminist activism.
Later, when we walk through the mall or down the sidewalk, me laden with packages that are clearly hers, I watch the eyes of the people we pass: the women who look at me with a certain longing, wishing they had their own boys to carry the bags. The men who look at her with an unmistakable hunger, wishing that they had the honor of schlepping for a girl like her, and then look at me with a certain edge of disbelief, not quite clear about why I get to squire this marvelous example of femininity around when they are clearly wealthier, more handsome, better hung. I have learned to meet all of these gazes with a calm kind of sweetness. There's no point in defensiveness or sheepishness or challenge. I'm the one holding her bags."
"Being a Shopping Switch” Butch is a Noun essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)
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aphrodites-serenade · 2 months
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Conversations with her
There's this girl that I love to listen to for hours
She perks up as soon as I present her a question
I love the way her eyes light up, how they urge me to come closer
Her lips move rapidly and I don't dare interrupt her
She tucks her hair behind her ear, but she talks so much that it moves forward again
I press my phone against my ear when we talk during odd hours
There's a lot of things she tells me that I don't understand yet
But the way these words come out of her mouth is enough to keep me smiling
I sometimes worry that she finds me boring
One day she'll stop talking and find out that all I do is listen
I simply lose myself so easily to her
I've found that time doesn't matter at all when I'm with her
On the first day she opened up to me, I was shown a new world
I want to stay in it forever, I tell her
And she pulls me in entirely
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amanufacturedheaven · 2 months
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“It was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now, because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.”
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
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"And Dot! Dot! Dot!"
So ANY and Every sex scene in Radclyffe Hall's Well of Loneliness is marked with a "..."
That immediately made me think of the scene from Mama Mia where Sophie and her friends read Donna's diary.
"Dot Dot Dot that's how they wrote it back then."
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butchfeygela · 2 years
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anyway this is what i was referring to
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