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academic weapon but in a way where the weapon is like a water balloon, or perhaps a shitty toy lightsaber where the ”light”-part keeps dropping back down every 3 seconds
Sylvia Plath, aged 21, in a letter to Gordon Lameyer (dated Thursday, 5 August 1954)
Devin Kelly, “All That Wanting, Right?”
Sylvia Plath
Girl with a Mirror (1892) by John William Godward
one of these again. Notes until my pen ran out of ink (it was my last ink filled pen and now I gotta go pen/ink shopping tmrw) and kinda finished-ish an assignment
Go Girls Go! | First Dyke March in Washington DC, 1993
I attended Pride in 1995 in Atlanta and "Dykes on Bikes" was marching directly behind "Dykes With Tykes". This immediately created a huge stir among my group of onlookers! Because we all wanted them to join forces as "Dykes On Bikes With Tykes On Trikes".
These two groups were followed by Digital Queers--"We're here, we're queer, we have EMAIL!"
I doubt there was a single person at that march who hadn't been called a homophobic slur--and that includes our straight allies! But we defanged those words. We changed what they meant to us, because even gay or lesbian is a slur when someone screams it in your face.
This. This is solidarity in shared reclamation. "they can't say it"
They're SAYING IT TOGETHER as part of a UNIFIED FRONT. Rather than letting others tear them into disparate little bickering subgroups.
I am good. I am loved.
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
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Sylvia Plath
February 10, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]