Queers Who Pray trailer (by Elisha Lim)

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“I’m immensely proud to illustrate comics, books and anthologies, to exhibit portraits in international galleries, to screen short films in many continents, and to self-publish pin-up calendars like annual love letters.

I also love to praise God, which feels almost scary to admit. So many religions persecute and oppress queers, and my community is justifiably wary of them.

But I say - no misguided religious leader can extinguish my faith. That’s what this film is about: the indestructible persistence of queers who keep praying. This fifteen-minute film will feature seven queers with different faith backgrounds  - Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Catholic and Protestant. I will draw their faces as they pray in the background.”

janetmock:

Read this Village Voice cover story this morning and got my life + became a fan. Specifically here:
“Quattlebaum says he hates … the field of queer studies along with it. ‘I have a lot of problems with the academic queer community because it’s a community that exists completely removed from reality,’ he says. ‘Those kids who are selling their bodies on the West Side Highway, on Christopher Street, they don’t even know what the fuck queer theory is.’”
Hence our need to be rooted in grassroots, in the streets, in solidarity with those who are “marginalized.” I’m done with folks and organizations speaking our names and bodies in theory, in death, in stats. Yet ignoring the same folks they discuss in theory without ever knowing us, without ever trying to engage, without ever “outreaching,” without ever lending the stage and resources to us. 
As a trans woman of color - no matter what space I enter - I have one stilletoed foot on the street. Always.

janetmock:

Read this Village Voice cover story this morning and got my life + became a fan. Specifically here:

“Quattlebaum says he hates … the field of queer studies along with it. ‘I have a lot of problems with the academic queer community because it’s a community that exists completely removed from reality,’ he says. ‘Those kids who are selling their bodies on the West Side Highway, on Christopher Street, they don’t even know what the fuck queer theory is.’”

Hence our need to be rooted in grassroots, in the streets, in solidarity with those who are “marginalized.” I’m done with folks and organizations speaking our names and bodies in theory, in death, in stats. Yet ignoring the same folks they discuss in theory without ever knowing us, without ever trying to engage, without ever “outreaching,” without ever lending the stage and resources to us. 

As a trans woman of color - no matter what space I enter - I have one stilletoed foot on the street. Always.

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thescurfofworse:

gailsimone:

newlevant:

Hi! I’m stoked to present my thesis comic, If This Be Sin, based on the life of Gladys Bentley. It’s for sale on Gumroad! You can download the 16 page full-color PDF for $2.

Gladys Bentley, was a blues singer, piano player, and drag king who performed bawdy tunes in Harlem nightclubs throughout the 1920s and ’30s. Despite the social obstacles she faced as a black, openly queer woman, her outrageous and energetic act became a mainstay of the Harlem cabaret. In 1952, under the oppressive social conditions of the McCarthy era, Bentley publicly renounced her previous identity and claimed to have found happiness as a feminine housewife.

Gumroad is super simple to use, you just have to enter your credit card number and you’ll be sent a direct download, plus Gumroad will email you a link to re-download it if you ever lose track of the file.

FOR EVERY 100 NOTES, I’LL GIVE AWAY A DIGITAL COMIC TO A RANDOM TUMBLR USER so please share if you can! (Within each 100 notes, only people who reblog are eligible for a free copy.)

Thank you and I hope you enjoy the comic!

This looks amazing!

OMG FANTASTIC. 

one of my favourite humans, is this Gladys Bentley.

(via tinyspiritz)

"Despite what HRC would have you believe, the reality is that this organization doesn’t speak for our community, or even reflect it. The HRC’s cadre is made up of disproportionately white, cisgender people of wealth, power and privilege, who end up fighting, not for social justice, but for personal self-interest. Donors think they are putting their dollars toward equality, but they are merely paying for homonormativity and assimilation. There’s nothing equal about deciding who gets rights and who gets left out."

Blogs | Nico Lang on HRC trans flag incident | WBEZ 91.5 Chicago

Compelling arguments about why the pink & red equal sign that was making the rounds last week isn’t as rosy and inclusive as it purports to be.

"It’s tempting to draw a connection between Shraya’s What I Love About Being Queer and other youth-targeted queer-positive initiatives like It Gets Better or blog-turned-book-deal Born This Way, but Shraya sees his project as filling a different kind of need. While It Gets Better may promise a brighter future for queer youth, it also implies a bleak present. The Born this Way narrative is something that is directly critiqued in his book. “The thing about Born this Way is that it evokes almost a kind of pity,” Shraya says. “As in, ‘Oh, you can’t help it.’ But I think it’s really radical to turn that around and say, ‘Actually, I love being queer."

Vivek Shraya talking about his new awesome book What I Love About Being Queer in Xtra.

transcreature:

mocosyamores:

jietingx:

CHILLS DOWN MY SPINE. 

(source)

ALL THE FUCKING CHILLS

damn, what a beautifully powerful performance.

Fucking beautiful….
“Rainbows are just a trick of the light”

Holy shit.

Transcription:

There’s no place like homo
There’s no place like homo

somewhere over the rainbow
way up high
there’s a land that I heard of
once in a lullaby

Wake up honi
it’s called san francisco
where white bourgie bitches getting gay married
but my ass ain’t got an invite sha hoo~

Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?

BECAUSE YOU’RE BROWN HONEY GURL

I’m bout to sassy gay friend this ish ~
Not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you
Rainbows are just refracted beams of white light,
Gay marriage activism is a temper tantrum:
Mommy I’m going to buy an “I’m a second class citizen” American Apparel v-neck to go with my corporate internship and some ass

I didn’t always think this way
Cuz philadelphia taught me everything i still know about shame
that my queer body was something to “correct”
that looking like “a faggot with a cunt” only meant
I was looking for trouble

So in high school I laced my shoes with rainbows
and preached the gospel of equal rights and pride
That tell us marriage will finally untangle
our love from shame, will legislate us wholly human

But the day same sex marriage was legalized in New York, DC, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont, Iowa it didn’t get better because “Somewhere over the rainbow” there’s a pot of Goldman Sachs
**DUN DUN DUN DUN**We are gathered here today**

for richer, for poorer
tell that to El’Jai who lost his job last year
His state is one of only 12
where you cannot legally be fired
for having a body that doesn’t sit right with your heart
but his job “could only be done by a man”
and his genitals did not conform to his employers expectations.

[I do not know if he won the court case, only that he has a son,
and that being brown and trans means being 4 times less likely to find work]
but who needs money for bread when you can eat wedding cake!

in good times and in bad
tell that to Temmie Breslauer a transwoman who was arrested for using
her father’s discount subway card.
the NYPD chained her to a wall for 28 hours and called her a he-she
to have and to be held
this is what marriage means for queer people
as we send the government wedding invitations to incarcerate our love

till death do us part,
tell that to asher brown who at thirteen took a gun to his head
as if it was an act of patriotism because in texas
being gay is a death sentence
it is nights spent whispering secrets to open skies
it is the sound of your mother crying because she wonders
how that thing came out of her

and i do, i do, i do
not believe that a marriage certificate
could have stopped the bullet

Remember,
Remember,
Remember,
There is something beautiful about being lied to:
Rainbows are just a trick of light,
They make us forget the storm is still happening,
When walking towards the end of the rainbow, it will always move away.

(Source: militant-rage, via tinyspiritz)

"Androgyny is lazy journalist shorthand for the situation that arises when onlookers cannot tell whether the person they see is a man or a woman. It maintains the gender binary, but implies that sometimes it is a guessing game. These models, with their demolition of gender binary, are not androgynous. They are queer."

— Alison Bancroft, in “How Fashion is Queer” at The Qouch (March 14, 2013)

of fingernails and flirtations

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dans la seuil de la porte.

…today i dressed as though winter were over; as though i cared about this holiday everyone keeps talking about regardless of their sentiments towards it. the kitsch factor is irresistable, though, so i dig up the stained dress i never wear, with a bow-so-girly, so sweet; the opposite of what i feel i am these days. i take pretentious photos of myself alone in my house to try and get a sense of what i feel i am, how i want to frame/present/represent myself. project myself via digital digits-all on the internet. rumours about politics and “legitimacy” and sex keep knocking at my door and i put them all to rest, lay the cards on the table, finally. fuck ‘em, literally and figuratively, i suppose.

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with her lips on the back of my neck i thought of his face. he asks me to be his love, his daily love, son amour quotidien, son amour de tout les jours. why am i so shocked by the idea that someone would want to make their life with me? frightened, even, by the idea that someone, anyone could want to (or want to try to) tolerate me for a lifetime. “le chat brulée par l’eau chaude a peur de l’eau même froide.”

quoi? “once bitten, twice shy” sounds so much nicer in french. he knows that my hesitation(s) have nothing to do with my love for him, but it is cumbersome nonetheless. perhaps i get away with a lot because there are words i don’t yet understand, and words he does not understand. he can remember youth, though, but it is hard to express that fear of the unknown to someone who has lived in the same city for fifteen years, the same apartment for nine, and one old lover for 8. spoiled is the only way i can think to describe myself these days. maybe it will come back and bite me in the ass in the not too distant future but at the moment it is blissful decadence. or naive. (probably the latter)

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you ask me where i stand, and i show you.

15th-Feb-2008 12:32 am

tearing up re-reading things i wrote years ago. i forget these feelings come back every spring.

(Source: garconniere.livejournal.com)

(via Hands off: Surrealist art and fashion | À l’allure garçonnière)
another post about how much i love badass artists like schiaparelli & oppenheimer blurred the lines between fashion and art.

(via Hands off: Surrealist art and fashion | À l’allure garçonnière)

another post about how much i love badass artists like schiaparelli & oppenheimer blurred the lines between fashion and art.

toronto folks

wonderful and or worthwhile things to do in toronto between november 26th-nov 30th? already definitely visiting the frida kahlo exhibition at the AGO but other than that, nothing planned… suggestions?