the way that queerness online is so fucking white is pretty annoying but it's just another thing i love about oluwande (olu olu in my head) boodhari and jim (jim) jimenez that i just fucking love
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sapphic love letters
Addie Brown to Rebecca Primus (1860s)
"O my Dear Friend how I did miss you last night I did not have any one to hug me and to kiss. Rebecca don't you think I am very foolish. I dont want anyone to kiss me now . . . no kisses is like yours."
“I never shall love any person as I do you.”
“Wishing that I was in your loving arms and you would be imprinting sweat [sic] kisses.”
Addie Brown and Rebecca Primus were two free Black women who met in Hartford, Connecticut. Brow worked as a domestic servant to support herself as an orphan, while Primus taught recently freed Black people and built a school in Maryland. The two exchanged over 150 letters (though only Brown's were salvaged). Their love and adoration for one another gives us an amazing insight on the history of women who loved women.
Rebecca Brown (first image) & Rebecca Primus (second image, middle with large, flowery hat)
Sources [i] [ii] [iii] [iv] & book: Beloved Sisters and Loving Friends
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I just want to lay out and do research and then never be asked to show the product of my work.
Is that too much to ask?
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I'm slowly working on a black sapphic fic with Nana vibes 🥺 I have a title already. Just been running through first chapter ideas. 🤪
If you want to keep up with the journey of my novel, please give me a follow. 🥹
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REPOST if you wanna exchange places with these emojis! 🥵😏
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Dreaming Of You In Violets | OCs Samantha & Bo
a/n: Samantha and Bo are two characters I made for their original story called Burnt Sugar which is completely different from their new story Dreaming Of You In Violets. I love my babies so much and want to share them here. It's just little snippets of their lives I'll be sharing. In Dreaming Of You In Violets, their book I'm slowly writing. Samantha and Bo go from Strangers to Friends To Lovers. If you want, you can ask me stuff about my OCs. 🥺
Snippet 1: the world moves a little slower when i'm with her.
Samantha
When I'm with Bo, the world moves a little slower when I'm with her. Time slows too. We sit on the back of her trunk in a half-empty Walmart parking lot sharing a cigarette, her fingers brushing mine when she passes it to me. While I smoke a couple of puffs, I stare at her fingers; they are slender, and her nails are short from all the bitting she does, she tries to keep them pretty with dark red nail polish, but she only picks away at the polish. She wore a golden wedding band that belonged to her mother and the initials of her father were tattooed on the side of her index finger. Her parents left her, but she still held little pieces of them close to her.
She rubbed her fingers against her blue denim jeans, and I wondered how her fingers would feel rubbing against me. The pad of her thumb gently pushing against my bottom lip or the soft dragging of her fingertips against my skin, stopping every so often to trace her name in the spots she wants to kiss later. I want to kiss all ten of her fingers. I want to make her face grow warmer.
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I seriously need help as my options are getting more narrow by the day. My disability is getting worse. I am unable to work a 9-5. Please consider donating and sharing!
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ahhh tumblr, I missed you girl
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