#alison.

[natcliachen]

LOCATION: The 2nd floor landing DATE: Tuesday, September 6, 2005 (veeery early hours like 2:30-3AM) Closed starter for @aliscntcrres

The goal was simple: get her two behemoth-sized suitcases to the basement and hide them there. She couldn’t risk leaving them in her room where curious eyes might stumble upon them. The storage area of the basement was rarely visited anyway, filled with old furniture and forgotten memorabilia. It seemed like the perfect hiding spot. She just needed to make it there without alerting anyone.

It was the dead of the night, past the hour of 2 in the morning since she begun this painstaking task to make sure everyone was asleep or at least in their rooms. In a house as massive as Woodrow, she could only hope the other wards wouldn’t hear her. Perhaps it was just her sleeplessness over the past couple of days, but each step felt like it echoed through the halls, the sound magnified by the stillness of the night. Her heart was pounding in her chest, not just from the exertion of trying to get such heavy things down steps but from the anxiety of being discovered as well.

"Putain." She paused once she finally made it on the second-floor landing, taking a deep breath and wiping the sweat from her brow. To lug the large suitcases down were one thing. To do so while trying not to make any noise felt like another level of difficulty. Just one more flight of stairs, she thought to herself.

She adjusted her grip on the suitcases and was about to start down the next set of stairs when she looked up and saw Alison standing in the hallway. Natalia froze, her heart racing as she held her breath. She'd blame the late hour on how long it took for her to attempt to save herself from the awkward situation.

"Hi." Thank God most of the lights were off and the halls were dim. Natalia was sure she was as bright red as a tomato. "I'm just..."

Just what? She couldn't think of anything to say. Moving clothes that were last season out of her room? Why would she be doing that at two in the morning? Or doing it herself when there was a team of staff here? Her mind was blank, and the inability to come up with a plausible explanation made her want to break down in tears or kick something in frustration. Or both.

[thenervebible]

CONNIE PANZARINO at a pride march in Boston circa 1990

[ID: Connie is marching along in her sip 'n' puff (SNP) wheelchair. She is wearing a patterned poncho and sporting a green felt party crown on her head. She styles a pair of wire-rimmed glasses with her slicked back hair. She is smiling. Attached to the back of her wheelchair is a large green cardboard poster that reads "Trached Dykes Eat Pussy Without Comin' Up For Air!" followed by a pink upside-down triangle with a stick figure person in a wheelchair at the centre (a symbol for disabled women)].

the cyborg & the crip by Alison Kafer

[ID: “Trached dykes eat pussy without coming up for air.” Connie Panzarino, a longtime disability activist and out lesbian, would attach this sign to her wheelchair during Pride marches in Boston in the early 1990s. Shockingly explicit, her sign refuses to cast technology as cold, distancing, or disembodied/disembodying, presenting it instead as a source and site of embodied pleasure. “Trach” is an abbreviation of tracheotomy, a medical procedure in which a breathing tube is inserted directly into the trachea, bypassing the mouth and nose. Someone with a trach, then, can, in effect, breathe through her throat, freeing her mouth for other activities (another version of this sign is “Trached dykes french kiss without coming up for air”). From a cyborgian perspective, this sign is brilliantly provocative and productive. It draws on the pervasive idea that adaptive technologies grant superior abilities,not merely replacing a lost capacity but enhancing it, yet it does so in a highly subversive way. The message here isn’t about blending in, about passing as normal or hypernormal, but about publicly announcing the viability of a queer disabled location. It’s disnormalizing, adamantly refusing compulsory heterosexuality, compulsory able bodiedness, and homonormativity. As Corbett O’Toole argues, it challenges the perceived passivity of disabled women, presenting them as actively pleasuring their partners, thereby graphically refuting stereotypes linking physical disability with nonsexuality.]

[getsevens]

There is no greater compliment in the world than being the uncooperative catalyst of another person's misery, if not all-out self-destruction. The critical word here is uncooperative. It is easy, lazy, and dishonorable to deliberately distress another human being. But to do so unintentionally, or better yet, unwillingly-for one's mere presence to cause another pain, not by any act of violence, but by the force of the bottomless pool that is unrequited love, that pool that both draws and prevents the other from moving closer—to be loved and not to love back: this is the definition of power.

A. Natasha Joukovsky, The Portrait of a Mirror.

[ididnotknow]

og post

[celebrity-erotictriggers]

Alison Brie

[j-psilas]

I'm going to throw a stone at a hornet's nest and say that the TERFs who like to claim Alison Bechdel as one of their own lack basic reading comprehension—and worse still, they lack shame.

There's an actual, honest-to-goodness, authentic, genuine strip of Dykes to Watch Out For in which Mo gets called out for her transphobia when she whines about sharing a restroom with a trans woman. Moreover, she then becomes the victim of bathroom policing herself, because butch women don't fit the cis-hetero-normative mold. It's all right there in the text, plain as day.

Just because Bechdel is a butch lesbian, and prefers that identity over "trans man" or "nonbinary," doesn't mean that she rejects the theory and rhetoric that produced those labels. That's child logic.

Cherry-picking her work to support their bigotry, just so they can claim lineage from a distinguished queer writer, is not only stupid and easily debunked, but it's deeply insulting. It betrays how little TERFs actually care about LGBTQ rights, feminism, or literature.

Any so-called "radfems" interacting with this post will be blocked—thereby cleaning up the "Alison Bechdel" tag for my browsing, so I don't have to wade through a bunch of bigotry every time I scroll through it. Thank you in advance. ❤️

[filmreveries]

Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

[mini-minish]

neil medalhista inspirado naquela fotona da flavinha ✨🦊 neil at the podium inspired on a picture of flavia saraiva

// comms open!

[redroses07]

the fuck was bro thinking?

[natcliachen]

LOCATION: Somewhere on Woodrow's grounds DATE: Sunday, September 24, 2005 Closed starter for @aliscntcrres

Wakes, Natalia decided, were a dreary fusion of sadness and the forced politeness of networking events. After the funeral concluded, she found herself stuck in an endless loop of shaking hands and accepting condolences. The routine quickly became familiar: polite smile, nodding at the right moments, and being largely agreeable as people shared their memories of Richard. It just as quickly became tiresome too.

What she really wanted to do after the chaos of the funeral was talk to Alison. She knew the older ward would have a thing or two to say about the eulogies that were given, but she seemed to have vanished among the throng of attendees. Natalia kept a watchful eye out for her however.

It took a little longer than she hoped, the time filled with obligatory small talk and the grief of strangers, but she eventually spotted Alison’s familiar dark hair and impeccable posture across the lawn. Seizing the moment, Natalia excused herself from a conversation she was in and made her way towards the older ward.

"Hey," she said, her voice tinged with relief. "I've been looking for you. Where have you been?"

[silverfoxjumps8]

alison brie

[bambi2008]

[chrrispine]

OFMD Season 2 Finale + Tumblr Reactions

[celebrity-erotictriggers]

Alison Brie

[depodraws]

I am a comedic genius