Words are the only obvious magic

@emmasternerradley

I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s constantly scuffing up against things. This is mainly an author blog ( www.emmasternerradley.com) but also about sapphics, history, books etc. Former librarian. Married to the woman of my dreams! No nazis or terfs welcome. https://www.patreon.com/emmasternerradley She/her/hers

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emmasternerradley

Sneaky author message….

Newsletter? Why yes, I have one. I never spam people but only update when I have book giveaways and new books out. It’s here: https://www.subscribepage.com/ESRsignup

emmasternerradley

Oh and my website is HERE.

emmasternerradley

Furthermore, this is happening:

makingqueerhistory

When does the anger stop? When did you learn to read how queer people have been treated without wanting revenge? I still want revenge

I don't know that it does. I wish I had a more comforting answer, but anything else would be a lie. There are genuinely parts of queer history that I avoid learning about because I know how much anger and grief it will awaken within me.

My editor has taken me aside before and told me that I have been writing too many articles with sad endings and I need to remind myself of the beauty in queer history. In that act of care, I think there is an answer for you. It isn't about stopping -- it's about balancing it.

I have these waves of hurt that hit me when I think of certain stories, and I believe a part of my role in the queer community is feeling those feelings fully. Wanting revenge, mourning, even hating, for the people who didn't have a chance to defend themselves, for the people who were so sure that they were wrong that they never even considered protecting themselves.

But there were also people who were happy. There were happy moments in the tragedy, and there is always love braided into these stories. I guess my advice is to let the anger unlock the other emotions. If you love them enough to be angry for the hurt they endured, you love them enough to be happy for their successes, to see the beauty mixed in with all the ugly.

fullcravings

Milk Bread Dinner Rolls

unbotheredmuse

fullcravings

Strawberry Cobbler

east-south

maybe they don't like being called names. have you ever thought about that

derinthescarletpescatarian

#if they don't like being called bin chickens then they should stay out of the bins

I'm sure they would LOVE to do that but unfortunately we turned their habitats into cities and farms so now they gotta look for other places where their long beaks specialised to dip into muck and water looking for tasty crustaceans can be put to use finding them food.

lethalwizard

if you’d like to know (one of) her proper names: the wiradjuri word for ibis is ‘bururrgan’ : )

#poor little loves are just trying to adapt and survive #same with pigeons and foxes and rats here

random-brushstrokes

Philippe Charles Jacquet (French, b. 1957)

freshbrewedlife

@stefanheldzinger

shisasan

There’s no doubt in my mind that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice; and that interests me so that I feel I can go ahead without praise.

July 26th, 1922 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1953

requiem-on-water

“Metamorphosis of Consciousness” (2025) by Chiharu Shiota | Ph: Sunhi Mang

mixed media for solo exhibition “Silent Emptiness” at Red Brick Museum, Beijing, China

nixscriptum

aelizel

trying to steer dialogue towards a certain plot point while trying to make it sound natural

fixyourwritinghabits

The struggle is real.

michaelnordeman

Buff-tailed bumblebee/Bombus terrestris/mörk jordhumla visiting a Blue globe thistle/Echinops bannaticus/blå bolltistel. Värmland, Sweden (27 July 2021).