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i love i kissed shara wheeler because
it allows the sapphic women characters to be flawed. i feel like that’s not as common in most wlw books. they are both batshit insane and obsessive.
academic rivals to lovers is actually the most entertaining shit in the world. youre competing for top of the class but also for each others attention. youre giving presentations in class and silently hoping they slip up just a little, forget part of what theyre meant to say, just so you can get a higher grade than them. theyre constantly on your mind & taking up brain space and you rationalize that away, call it hatred. you answer a question correctly in class a split second before they get the chance to and youre glad because you beat them to it but also because you know theyre looking at you
when I see queer adults in public im like look at me. look at me. look at me. do you see me? i see you. please recognize me
Casey McQuiston could very much have doubled down on that dollar and kept writing Alternate Universe - Politics m/m fanfic fusion type novels and instead they wrote a dyke time travel public sex 70s queer history infodump novel and a campy Southern private highschool overachiever rivals to mistrustful girlfriends YA novel and you know what I do respect it
Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo is the most Chloe Green and Shara Wheeler song ever
the CMQverse 🧣💋♥️
moments in bottoms (2023) that have permanently altered my brain chemistry in no specific order
"omg ive always wanted one of these" *holds up a normal grey hoodie*
hazel's "why would you lie to me :(("
when complicated by avril lavigne started playing and we got a scene of josie walking broodily and sad while kicking a can on the ground
"so maybe ill buy a gun" "noOo"
"im gonna fuck up some football players and im buying a gun"
"YESSSSS YESSSSSS QUEENSSS SLAAAAYYY YESSS"
"is it because i said amelia earhart was a fake hero?"
when pj basically attacked hazel with her tongue
that kiss also being like the best kiss ive seen on tv in the last 10 years like unironically im so serious
josie and isobel making out covered in blood
the guy who wanted to blow the school up and literally wrote "BLOW UP SCHOOL" in his diary
"i know you're a black republican but you're the smartest among us"
"im not (gay). i just like gay porn"
hazels mom sleeping with jeff
"i FUCKED your mom" when the mom joke is actually real but also it makes your gf break up with you
hazel
just hazel she's so pretty pls give me a chance
that whole final fight scene
the football team that would kill a player every 20 years and was going to kill jeff by putting pineapple juice, to which he is deadly allergic, in the sprinklers???????????????????
"yes hazel, let's do terrorism"
*does the terrorism*
TWICE
again the guy that wanted to blow up the school who went THAT WAS MY THING after the tree blew up. he was holding a bomb button thingy. where was the bomb. what. let's go back to that for a second. hello. where was the bomb
horny freak #1 horny freak #2
I also think more movies about high school should take a page from bottoms 2023's book and just lean into being absolutely surrealist. Yeah the pep rally cheer is just everyone pouring water on one girl. The classes are sometimes four minutes long because that's when the scene needed to end. The actors are clearly in their 20s. It's the kind of having fun with genre conventions I just adore. Oh and also the murder you can kill the opposing football team it's not a big deal.
Josie and Isabel kissing while covered in the blood of football players? This is why we fight for gay rights
Shara @ Chloe:
[we were both on the google doc at the same time... wanna fuck?]
Chloe: Shara pretended to need help with math as part of an elaborate plot because she hates me.
Shara: I pretended to need help with math as part of an elaborate plot because I hate her.
Narrator: Shara did not hate her.
"Yes, it's true: I was the type of young femme who managed the girls basketball team in high school, just to be able to take in the sight of all those butches parading their muscles up and down the court. I found Girl Scout camp to be femme heaven and reveled in being able to explore my athletic self and still maintain my femmeness. And, to my horror, I have to admit pushing Tina away from my breasts in the back seat of a Buick while attending Mount Saint Mary Seminary. And then there was feminism... Although I came out as a "gay" woman before reading The Feminine Mystique, the seventies brand of white feminism had me trimming my nails and cutting off my hair. Soon I was outfitted in farmer jeans and high tops. And still I was told by my "sisters" that I didn't "look like a dyke" (read: I didn't look butch). I began to lead two lives- one as an outrageous, skirted, lipsticked femme while I worked in and traveled with carnivals, and another as an imitation butch back home in the women's community. Eventually, I pulled the pieces of my being back together and proclaimed boldly, "I am a working-class lesbian femme." So I had maybe six years reveling in unleashing my seductive femme self when, as lives go, mine changed: slowly at first and then more dramatically. Recurring back pain and limited range of mobility were finally diagnosed. Soon after came decreased mobility. No more mountain climbing. No long mall walks in search of the perfect piece of sleaze. No more standing against kitchen walls being gloriously fucked by some handsome butch. I stopped using alcohol and drugs, became ill with what is now known as CFIDS (Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome), and began to use a three-wheeled power chair. The more disabled I became, the more I mourned the ways my sexual femme self had manifested through the nondisabled me: cruising at the local lezzie bar, picking up a dyke whose eyes refuse to stray from mine, dancing seductively, moving all of me for all of her. Cooking: love and suggestion neatly tucked into the folds of a broccoli quiche. Serving my date in varying, sleazy clothing, removing layers as the meal and our passion progressed. And making love... feeling only pleasure as my hips rose and fell under the weight of her. Accomplishment and pride smirked across my face as her wrists finally submitted to the pressure of strong persistent hands. There are the ways I knew to be femme, to be the essence of me.
It's been five years now since I began using my wheelchair. I am just awakening to a new reclamation of femme. Yes. I still grieve the way I was, am still often unsure how this femme with disabilities will act out her seduction scenes. I still marvel when women find passion amidst the chrome and rubber that is now a part of me.
There have been numerous dates, lovers, relationships, sexual partners, and fliterations along the way. Cindy, Jenny, Ellie, Emma, Diane, Dorothy, Gail, June, Clove, Lenny, Cherry, Diana, Sarah I, and Sarah II. You have all reminded me in your own subtle or overt, quit or wild ways that I am desirable, passionate, exciting, wanted.
Yes I am an incredibly sexual being. An outrageous, loud mouthed femme who's learning to dress, dance, cook, and seduce on wheels; finding new ways to be gloriously fucked by handsome butches and aggressive femmes. I hang out with more sexual outlaws now- you know, the motorcycle lesbians who see wheels and chrome between your legs as something exciting, the leather women whose vision of passion and sexuality doesn't exclude fat, disabled me.
Ableism tells us that lesbians with disability are asexual. (When was the last time you dated a dyke who uses a wheelchair?) Fat oppression insists that thin is in and round is repulsive. At times, these voices become very loud, and my femme, she hid quietly amidts the lists.
Now my femme is rising again. The time of doubt, fear, and retreat has passed. I have found my way out of the lies and oppression and have moved into a space of loving and honoring the new femme who has emerged. This lesbian femme with disabilities is wise, wild, wet, and wanting. Watch out.
-"Reclaiming femme... Yet again" Mary Francis Platt, The Persistent Desire (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)
opinions on bears, the gay men, not the animal
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opinions on bears, the gay men, not the animal
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phenomenal hot man breasts, aye, ignition on
LIBERAL FIGHTING GAMES
GAYZBLUE
STREET FRIENDER
THE QUEEN OF FIGHTERS
GRANBLUE FANTASY VERSUS HETERONORMATIVITY
TEKKEN BACK THE MEANS OF PRODUCTION
SOUL CALIBHER
Guilty Gear
FATAL FURRY
THEY/THEMS FIGHTING HERDS
Video essays that make me go "oh, so you're like smart smart"
Elon Musk and Grimes: A Retrospective
Bo Burnham vs. Jeff Bezos
The Systemic Abuse of Celebrities
Lana Del Rey: the pitfalls of having a persona
we need to talk about Call Me By Your Name
MYTH OF THE AUTEUR: Stanley Kubrick vs David Lynch
In Search Of A Flat Earth
Envy
The Commodification of Black Athletes
The Lies Of The Lighthouse
The Green Knight: The Uncanny Horror of Masculinity
Max Payne, Kane & Lynch, and the Meaning of Ugly Games
Time Loop Nihilism
How Bisexuality Changed Video Games
The Golden Age of Horror Comics - Part 1 (Part 2)
Weighing the Value of Director's Cuts | Scanline
The True Horror Of Midsommar
a few more -
You're Wrong About Cyberpunk 2077 | An Overdue Critique (this is such great critique of both the game and the genre)
Disney's Fast Pass: A Complicated History
It Has Come To My Attention You Don't All Love BIRDS OF PREY
Adaptation.
The man who almost faked his way to a Nobel Prize
Music Theory and White Supremacy
Here's the YouTube playlist! ill be adding more but that's all so far pls like and reblog xoxo 💕
The first person ever diagnosed with autism has died, age 89.
Rest in peace, Mr. Triplett. Because of you, countless people understand themselves and are understood better than they ever would have been before, and countless lives that would once have been unspeakably hard have been improved.
i actually dont mind tumblr posts reposted to pinterest. the 13 y/o "pinterest in the only social media my parents let me have" girlies deserve a little treat