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Storme DeLarverie in 1994, between pictures of herself before she was a male impersonator (left) and during the Stonewall rebellion of 1969. She fought “ugly,” her word for bias of any sort. Michelle V. Agins/The New York Times
“Nobody knows who threw the first punch, but it’s rumored that she did, and she said she did,” said Ms. Cannistraci, an owner of the Village lesbian bar Henrietta Hudson. “She told me she did.”
Ms. DeLarverie was a member of the Stonewall Veterans Association and a regular at the pride parade, but she rarely dwelled on her actions that night. Her role in the movement lasted long after 1969. For decades she was a self-appointed guardian of lesbians in the Village.
Tall, androgynous and armed — she held a state gun permit — Ms. DeLarverie roamed lower Seventh and Eighth Avenues and points between into her 80s, patrolling the sidewalks and checking in at lesbian bars. She was on the lookout for what she called “ugliness”: any form of intolerance, bullying or abuse of her “baby girls.”
Ms. DeLarverie had grown up in the South, of mixed race, and spent part of the first half of her life singing and performing as a man. Identity, for her, had been especially complicated, and she did not want others persecuted for theirs.
“I can spot ugly in a minute,” she said in a 2009 interview for Columbia University’s NYC in Focus journalism project. “No people even pull it around me that know me. They’ll just walk away, and that’s a good thing to do because I’ll either pick up the phone or I’ll nail you.”
“She literally walked the streets of downtown Manhattan like a gay superhero,” Ms. Cannistraci said. “She was not to be messed with by any stretch of the imagination.”
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may your 2026 be full of love and lesbian sex 🥰
My only goals for 2026 are to get gayer and sexier every day
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The way you look down at me floods me with happiness @lesbianjoanholloway
I don’t know how many more “is this ai or not” I have left in me before I lose my mind and have to explode everyone that uses it
like some of these images really do fool me.. I feel like i’m betraying myself when it’s ai and I can’t tell right away
'Prancing Horses'. Pierre Dunand. Panel. Lacquered and gilt wood. 1914-1996.
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The Morning Stars by Sarah Ball Dodson, 1887
So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea.
Matilda (1996) dir. Danny Devito