I was here. I exist. I'm alive, because I bleed.

dark academia | writer | he/they

[funstealer]

’Impact’, thrown vessel by Olivier Maximilian

[requiem-on-water]

(1) Thom Browne (f/w 2024), (2) Schiaparelli (f/w 2022), (3) Roberto Cavalli (f/w 2000), (4) Schiaparelli (f/w 2021), (5) Iris van Herpen (f/w 2011), (6) Olivier Theyskens (f/w 1998)

[afvs]

ruth st. denis’s jewelled hands

[hisnameisred]

one for april—

the night you kissed him for the first time,

i spilled a rum & coke on your carpet.

i scrubbed at it, but it was as hopeless

as trying to scrub the living blood

out of my flesh.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: i often asked myself / do i want love / or do i want proof that i am loveable?]

[theotherhayley]

Ayaki Nao | Elisabeth (Takarazuka, 2005)

[coppiced-deactivated20211220]

blood cast in resin

[litafficionado]

Meeting the Man: James Baldwin in Paris(1970) dir. Terence Dixon

[firstfullmoon]

Kyla Jamieson, “I Need A Poem,” in Body Count [ID in ALT]

[beardbriarandrose]

attributed to Thomas Rooke (Burne-Jones’ assistant), after Edward Burne-Jones, Design for Christ Enthroned in the Heavenly Jerusalem, in the American Church in Rome

[viliere]

Kimono (Kosode), Japan, 1840-1860

[geopsych]

Even as I stood there this looked fictional.

[geopsych]

September and November, looking across the lake from the same spot.

[the-ghost-king]

ocean vuong talking about how he/him pronouns make him feel and how his gender is... literally so fucking true shout out to that guy he gets it

[the-ghost-king]

this from the paris review + his poem "beautiful short loser"

[rockbutchblues]

[Image ID: two screenshots of the linked paris review article titled "Reimagining Masculinity":

Years later, in another life, before giving a reading, the organizer asked me for my preferred pronouns. I never knew I had a choice. “He/him” I said, after a pause, suddenly unsure. But I felt a door had opened—if only slightly—and through it I had glimpsed a path I had not known existed. There was a way out.

But what if I don’t want to leave this room yet, but just make it bigger? Pronouns like they/them are, to my trans friends and family, a refuge—a destination secured through flight and self-agency. They/them pronouns allow an interface where one can quickly code oneself as nonnormative, in the hopes of bypassing the pain and awkwardness of explanation or the labor of legibility when simply existing can be exhausting. Would I, by changing pronouns, appropriate myself into a space others need in order to survive?

As a war refugee, I know how vital a foothold as small as a word can be. And since as a cis-presenting male, I don’t need to flee he-ness in order to be seen as myself, I will stay here. Can the walls of masculinity, set up so long ago through decrees of death and conquest, be breached, broken, recast—even healed? I am, in other words, invested in troubling he-ness. I want to complicate, expand, and change it by being inside it. And I am here for the very reasons why I feel, on bad days, I should leave it altogether: that I don’t recognize myself within its dominant ranks—but I believe it can grow to hold me better. Perhaps one day, masculinity might become so myriad, so malleable, it no longer needs a fixed border to recognize itself. It might not need to be itself at all. I wonder if that, too, is the queering of a space? I wonder if boys can ever bandage each other’s feet, in friendship, without a password...

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[sorun-var-deactivated20221025]

Strawberry Hill House—a Gothic Revival villa that was built in Twickenham, London 1749

[smute]

came across this sentence today and now i know what he meant

(x)

[mosertone]

Meanwhile, in an alleyway in Naples

[excessivebookshelf]

“As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

[warriorprincesstramp]

life isn't unliveable it's just december life isn't unliveable it's just december life isn't unliveable it's just december life isn't unliveable it's just december life isn't unliveable it's just december life isn't unliveable it's