Portraits I did of my Artfight lineup this year for my Artfight card C:
From top left:
Apolune | Aphrodite
Elorian Delacroix | Lucina Redmourne
seen from Costa Rica

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
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seen from United States
seen from Réunion

seen from United States

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seen from Brazil
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seen from Vietnam
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seen from Russia
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seen from Brazil
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seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from United States
Portraits I did of my Artfight lineup this year for my Artfight card C:
From top left:
Apolune | Aphrodite
Elorian Delacroix | Lucina Redmourne
from “They Bring You Up to Do What Your Daddy Done” by Christine Bylund in Because the Boss Belongs to Us: Queer Femmes on Bruce Springsteen (March 2011). available on the Queer Zine Archive Project (link)
image description: pages 7 & 8 of a zine with a black and white map as the background. squares of text pasted over the map read:
[…] wine a lot. She plays music on her mp3-player with my speakers. It's a fair share. And a raspy smoky voice roars
John Henry was a little baby, sittin' on his daddy's knee…
- It's Bruce, she says. Bruce Springsteen he sings these songs by this guy, I don't know....
-Seeger, I reply triumphantly. Pete Seeger. I know, my daddy used to play his records.
Bruce comes in just the right moment. I am investigating a new sense of masculinity and power, one well hidden underneath fitted pencil skirts and firmly buttoned up blouses. I thrust myself into an upbringing filled with stigma but free from shame. Throughout history we have always been the freaks; poor, religious, socialist, story tellers. My colleagues ask me if my mother is a teacher, because it's too hard for them to imagine that blue-collar mothers speak about literature with their daughters, and I cringe.
Bruce has been my refuge. Those rugged black jeans and open shirts have been my idea of a well kept butchness inside of me, only brought out for those who really deserve to see it. He has been the American idea of my father, sweat, labor, dust. He is vulnerability and strength in one for no one who hasn't felt small write songs like this.
And he is, when I am far away from my parents couch and deep blue rural mountains, a musical palm across my face. Rugged skin against my forehead, flannel shirts that brush against my cheek, sweat, resin and smoke, lumberjack boots with steels toes, coffee and milk on a teaspoon from my father's cup.
A mix as strange as me, a home as far away from home there ever was. A safety for rural-blue-collar-Pentecostal-crip-femme-machines.
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Aphrodite’s fey form, designed by ruko220!
my altar to aphrodite is coming along nicely! the first thing i got was the pearl, and today my lil statue and beeswax chime candles came in the mail! i love aphrodite so much and i just am So Happy that she chose me.
just look at this and try to tell me that it doesn’t have Impeccable Vibes.
a little new years' toast to aphrodite 💕 some champagne, frankincense, and a pink candle
happy 2020 everyone!! may the next year bless you with love, comfort, success, and the violent destruction of all that does not serve you in your life!!!!
by crow_3434
make love not war? WRONG. throw a rock at one and punch the other in the face. its the athena way
I'm like if a girl was experiencing symptoms of pmdd but instead interpreting them as having a rotten irredeemable soul