Hurry up it's time for supper!
Pretty proud of this edit so I thought I'd share it here :)

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we're not kids anymore.

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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if i look back, i am lost

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Hurry up it's time for supper!
Pretty proud of this edit so I thought I'd share it here :)
“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
[ID: Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada. /end ID]
does anyone want to see a really good picture of my kitty cat
not a cat, first off
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Anglo-Saxon Bird Brooch, The British Museum, London
seeing people write pmh instead of phm. Project Male Hairy
The Hot Wife and I celebrated our 27th/15th (together/married) anniversary last week. We still love each other and still have a lot of fun together. Funny to think we’ve been together so long. We’ve had our ups and downs over the years, but we’ve always worked through the hard times. We’ve been in a really good place for a while now and are both looking forward to retiring and having at least another 27 years of adventures together.
Got all dressed up on our anniversary and took my best gal to dinner. We’re definitely looking a lot older than we did in ‘99. She got me flowers and we exchanged cards and it was a good night. 🥂🎉❤️
Forgot to mention we first met playing softball - the Bay City Rollers t-shirt for that team - and the Disney t-shirt is from our honeymoon when we stayed at the Polynesian in Disney World.
having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
i left a poem out over night. one hundred lovesick beetles and ants in the kitchen
ic læfde leoþ ut nihtlanges. hundred lufuseoc bietlas and æmetan in þære cycenan
Welcome to Game Changer season 8
conference call
Just swimming by to say hello. 🦭
Would it be considered “gay” to go for a walk in the evening?
yes like obviously
Testing more illumination-style drawing with this!
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Yde et Olive is a french narrative poem written in the thirteenth century. It’s a section of a larger cycle of poems that are sequels to the legend of Huon de Bordeaux, and may have been an adaptation of the myth of Iphis and Ianthe, though that isn’t known for certain. It hasn’t been studied much in English, but there’s a great translation by Mounawar Abbouchi here, along with analysis and in-depth translation discussion! It tells the story of Yde, the daughter of a king who disguises herself as a man to escape from her father and becomes a renowned knight before gaining the favor of a king and marrying his daughter, Olive. In a very unusual twist for this type of story, when Yde confesses the secret of her identity to Olive, Olive brushes her concerns off and vows that they will be happily married regardless of Yde’s biological gender. Like in the story of Iphis and Ianthe, their secret is found out and Yde is transformed into a man by divine intervention before he can be prosecuted for his transgression of gender.
it’s not an unusual story in itself (a young woman disguising herself as a man, doing brave deeds, and being transformed into a man so she can marry a woman in love with her is a familiar formula!), but its handling of Yde’s gender is striking, both in Olive’s blithe acceptance and in the combination of feminine and masculine language used to refer to Yde throughout. Stories of same-sex romance that end in transformations like this are often written off as heteronormative and of-their-time, and while obviously that’s a necessary lens to apply given the religious and social context Yde et Olive was written in, I don’t think that’s the end-all-be-all of what this story can be. The transformation allows this, a story from the 1200s, to contain both a sympathetically portrayed story of sapphic romance and a wonderful, nuanced tale of a transmasculine character who grows into himself through the story. Yes, this is applying a modern lens to it; we don’t know what the author of Yde et Olive intended when they wrote it and these aren’t terms they would have had or used. But regardless, in a time when being trans is day-to-day becoming more and more difficult in many parts of the world, I think it’s comforting to find glimpses of joy in stories from the past.
"Who are you, Louis?"
For @ldpdlweek2026 day 4 - guilt | reconciliation and forgiveness
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i’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept