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writerrachelspangler Ā· 4 years ago
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A Hierarchy of Tops
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What the actual hell, yā€™all? Nothing to see here, except Katherine Hepburn giving us all the look that makes our collective gay insides instantly clench up then immediately liquefy. Ā 
What is that gut incinerating reaction? I canā€™t say for sure, but I have been thinking about it a lot, andĀ Iā€™m going to offer 3 possible suggestions:
Attraction (obviously).Ā 
But there are many levels to attraction. Thereā€™s like a woman walks by and turns your head attraction, or A-list celebrity beautiful-person attraction, and then thereā€™s THIS. This feeling Iā€™m talking about goes so far beyond theĀ ā€œyouā€™re attractiveā€ sort of attraction to like ā€œlaws of physicsā€ sort of attraction. The kind of attraction that registers not just inside your core but also psyche.Ā 
It messes with my head in ways that have turned me around ever since I was old enough to be aware of such things, and Iā€™ve come to sum it up asĀ ā€œThe great queer question.ā€
Do I want to beĀ withĀ you, or do I want to be you?
Itā€™s hard when youā€™re young (or even not so young) and youā€™re hungry for role models, but also thirsty for something else. And the whole issue gets complicated by the way those two feelings register in similar places of your body. The first time you see a woman step into full ownership of her God-given gift of giving zero fucks for conformity it lights a fire in the deepest regions of your gut. And as the warmth spreads outward from that low guttural place it can cause things to heat up in areas right below your core, too. You know the ones I mean, right? Those body parts are very close together, sometimes itā€™s hard to separate the two types of attraction.Ā 
And Iā€™ve made peace with that, the not always knowing which came first, or which takes precedent, because ultimately it doesnā€™t matter. Ā As fun as it can be (and by fun, I clearly mean disorienting) to try to figure out if I want to be with someone or be like someone, I am non-binary enough to realize the answer can be, and often is:
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Attraction and aspiration are both cool, theyā€™re both fluid, and they totally intersect. Iā€™m comfortable with that. Iā€™m more than comfortable with it. I dig it.Ā 
So if thereā€™s no great conflict around attraction, why should that photo of ole K. Hep and her butchly furrowed brow still make my tummy so. damn. squimbly? Could it be something deeper than attraction? Something more complex? Something more elemental? Something like...
Recognition.Ā 
You see, over the last few years Iā€™ve gotten into the concept of ancestral echoes, or the idea that memories and the knowledge that comes from them can be passed down through our DNA. That you can, on some level, know Ā about things youā€™ve never experienced for yourself, and you can recognize the same sort of knowledge in other people.
Example: Folks way back up my family tree were sea-faring explorers. Itā€™s been like 15 generations andĀ I am super susceptible to sea sickness, but I am still so drawn to boats and the ocean. Not just like I find them pretty, but like Iā€™m freaking Moana or something. Ā Thereā€™s a pull there that goes beyond all reason and logic. I know that if I get on a sailboat thereā€™s decent chance I am going to lose my lunch, but I canā€™t stay away. Ā Even as I go green in the gills and my stomach does summersaults a part of me is still like:
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I feel the same inexplicable connection when I look at that picture of Katherine Hepburn. There is a gay DNA level kind of recognition. A big queer ancestral echo. Whatever part of me that makes me gay senses its mirror in her.
Now I donā€™t know what part of me that is, nor what part of her trips that recognition trigger for me.Ā The insolent stare? The turn of the mouth? Those gay AF eyebrows?Ā 
Iā€™m not sure, but I feel certain it would exist even if I didnā€™t know the words gay or DNA.Ā Something queer in me honors something queer in her.Ā Itā€™s inborn, liike gaydar on steroids boiled down to its most primal level. It runs through the generations on double helix rainbows. It vibrates across my chromosomes humming through the lowest, most animal regions of my brain.Ā 
I know you.Ā 
We are the same. Whatever this thing is, it builds an unbreakable bond. A shared ..something. Brotherhood is too gendered. Personhood too vague. Ā A queersterhood. A ... wait for it ... Listerhood?
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You didnā€™t really think Iā€™d make it through this gay ass therapy session without her did you?
Well I didnā€™t, because I canā€™t. I am physically incapable of looking away from this paragon of queer top perfection. Ā And while I get that this is exactly the point where I should be able to tie this post up neatly on some note about our Ā foremothers of the past living on through our legacy, thatā€™s not going to happen.
As much as I would like to have some spiritual or academic conclusion for the things I feel when I see this, I donā€™t.
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Nothing about my reaction is academic, or hypothetical or high minded.Ā 
Iā€™ve looked these photos it so many times, trying to figure out what is bigger than attraction and deeper than recognition, and thereā€™s only one word that comes close to capturing the experience for me:
Reckoning.
Reckoning involves looking something in the eye and taking stock of it and you at the same time. It involves taking weight and measures, taking inventory of your totality, and checking receipts on the things both utterly unquantifiable and yet indisputable.Ā 
And when I look at those women, I am forced to reckon with a fundamental truth:
They are better tops than me.
Katherine Hepburn is a better top than me. Ā Ann Lister (as played by Suranne Jones) is a better top than me. Ā Thereā€™s no way around it.
No matter how much I like to think I have some natural predication for topness, they have more. Clearly.
Sometimes you look at someone and you just know they know things. Things you are desperate to know. They possess a command and understanding you do not possess. They have skills you can only, and probably only ever will, aspire to.
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I am not ashamed to admit it. Itā€™s just the natural order of things.Ā Did Joe DiMaggio feel shame at not being Babe Ruth? Or for you non-sportsball people, does Lizzo feel ashamed for not being Aretha Franklin? I hope not. Thereā€™s no shame in having your greatness fall just below that of divine master. Not everyone can be the GOAT. Iā€™m okay with that.Ā Itā€™s not a competition.Ā I donā€™t need to best anyone.
But I do need to make peace with that reckoning in other ways. Like a wolf who just met the new pack leader, or pirate captain whose ship just got overrun, thereā€™s a new world older that must be acknowledged in those moments. There is a hierarchy of tops and topness, and itā€™s just been indisputably altered.
I am not the top top, not even in my own mind. I canā€™t ignore it, I am the one who acknowledged it in the first place. I could run from it. At least in theory. I could look away, close my eyes, or banish those understandings to vast reaches of the unfollowed internet, but I am not a coward.Ā 
As fluid as I am, and as secure as I am in who I am, I can feel gratitude at the the opportunity to look upon greatness. Ā To indulge my awe. To relish my vast appreciation of the most transcendent of beings. Ā 
And then, of course, as is only right, I feel compelled to roll over. Honestly, I donā€™t know how anyone could feel compelled to do anything other than roll over when they look at that picture. Ā That is the great tremble in my gut: it is all the scripts being flipped.Ā 
Does that make me a lesser top? Maybe. Does that make me a bottom? Perhaps sometimes. Does that bother me?
Not at all.
Cause really, whatā€™s the use of recognizing a hierarchy to tops, if you donā€™t intend to enjoy every possible aspect of your own position on that spectrum?
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beautyfullwomen Ā· 5 years ago
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Sophie Rundle
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de-mortis Ā· 5 years ago
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b-case Ā· 4 years ago
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ā€œfrom then on, their letters concerned only chemical gases and armenian grammarā€ (107).Ā 
ā€œthe amateur of pictures who has closed his grand tour without a visit to the hermitage palace, ought to die of the spleen forthwithā€ (262).Ā 
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lovingannelister Ā· 5 years ago
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Anne Lister, New Year, 31.12.1838
"Another year is just expiring - another year is just commencing - may it be less anxious, and more happy..."
She read Tom Telescope on the Newtonian Philosophy & helped bleed Captain, the poorly horse. HAPPY New Year! Anne Choma
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yoursaltytears Ā· 5 years ago
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Mariana Lawton: "If and when you do find someone, someone who will defy the lot of them and make a conspicuous commitment to you. Sheā€™ll be a very special and particular kind of person.I worry that person just doesnā€™t exist."
Ann Walker: *married Anne and resides at Shibden*
"Sorry, Mrs. Lawton but I am different."
Me:
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womenaremyfavorite Ā· 5 years ago
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Had to make this
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egias-bawesome Ā· 5 years ago
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Ann Walker: šŸ˜Š
Anne Lister:
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eye-of-the-hawk Ā· 5 years ago
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[tender music]
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imbecoming Ā· 5 years ago
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I just canā€™t even tell you what this series has meant to me. Itā€™s the first piece of sophisticated artwork regarding a real life persona that I consider to be truly inspiring. I loved that it was not over sexualized to make the soft porn lovers tune in. This was more than the L Word and Blue is the Warmest Color. This was a story. Well written and well imagined. I love work like this.
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j-sprrr Ā· 5 years ago
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you wanna know what fucked me up???? remember in episode 3 when ann was upset and she told anne it was because she thought she would never see her again and she saysĀ ā€œbecause i couldnā€™t give you what you wanted.ā€Ā  yeah. well, now think about Ainsworth and what he did to her. because of that she has the idea that she is required to just give herself up like that in order to beĀ ā€˜lovedā€™. and thatā€™s why she thought anne would never come back
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thirsty-ann-walker Ā· 5 years ago
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A truly underrated moment
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writerrachelspangler Ā· 5 years ago
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Limited release
So my new book came out today in limited release. Ā TL:DR limited release = Ā ebooks exclusively on my publisherā€™s website. Ā 
Itā€™s the first of many releases in the total rollout. Weā€™ll release the print books at Womenā€™s Week, then the print books on the website for a week. Finally, weā€™ll do a wide release where you can get all the formats at all the places. Ā So, thatā€™s kind of 4 announcements Iā€™d have to post.Ā I really felt like people might get tired of me talking about myself four whole times in one month.
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And then I was like, isnā€™t that some sad bullshit? I worked on this book for a year. I poured my heart and soul into this thing, and here I am worried that four posts about it might be uncouth. Ā 
Do you think your standard, run of the mill, cis/het/white dude minds talking about his accomplishments four times in a month? I mean I know a guy who Ā told me about that one time he shot par on some random golf course at least six times.Ā Do you think he sits around and wonders if he has too high an opinion of himself? I might be wrong, but Iā€™m thinking probably not. Why do I think less of my accomplishments than that guy? Is it because I was born and raised female in a culture that devalues female contributions? Is it because I write romance, which is constantly put down by men? Is it because I write romances for and about lesbians and that makes some people uncomfortable?
ā€˜Cause all those reasons suck.Ā 
And Iā€™ve always known they sucked, but Iā€™ve also always been hesitant to do something about it until today. Ā Today, I didnā€™t just wring my hands in my living room and go back to work. This time I did my hand wringing while watching Gentleman Jack (which is an every day occurrence for me now). And I came across this scene...
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And even though heā€™s like ā€œno I meant reasonable,ā€ he totally meant softer. Ā And it pisses Ann Lister right off. Ā And even though Iā€™d been pissed off about this sort of thing before, some how seeing Ann Lister light up her feminist rage left me like...
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It made me want to sayĀ ā€œFuck it!ā€ Ā Itā€™s my damn Tumblr. I do what I want. I like what I like. Iā€™m proud of what Iā€™m proud of, and I wrote my 16th, full-length, big, lesbian, romance novel! You donā€™t have to read it, you donā€™t have to like it. Ā You donā€™t have to follow me here or anywhere if I get on your nerves, but Iā€™m going to talk about this 4 times!Ā 
So, hereā€™s Fire & Ice and you can currently get the eBooks exclusively at www.bywaterbooks.comĀ 
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A disgraced reporter and a rising curling star clash, but will the heat building between them melt the already thin ice they each are on?
Max Lauren made a mistake that shattered her pride, her heart, and her career in one fell swoop. Relegated to covering the lowly game of curling, she already resents the so-called ā€œsport,ā€ and then she steps onto the ice, where things get infinitely worse. Sheā€™s been knocked down before, and sheā€™s always gotten back up, but a frosty resolve only goes so far in a world of people who thrive on ice.
Callie Mulligan is the amiable skipper of Americaā€™s second-place curling team. Upbeat, optimistic, and with a fiery passion for an icy sport, she has both the mental and physical skills to become Team USAā€™s top contender. What she doesnā€™t have is the fame or the funding. Coverage from a journalist of Maxā€™s caliber could be the answer to both problems if only Max wasnā€™t so cold to the idea. As Callie tries to warm her to the sport, a little bit of heat grows into a fire neither of them can contain.
Passion, competition, ambition, redemption, and raw need collide as the bright lights of success and celebrity grow hotter, but can the fire between them be sustained when itā€™s put on ice?
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oopsimalesbian Ā· 5 years ago
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currently tryna figure out if Iā€™m Anne Lister or Ann Walker
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lovingannelister Ā· 5 years ago
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Season 2 Gentleman Jack šŸ‘©šŸ»šŸŽ©ā¤ļø
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yoursaltytears Ā· 5 years ago
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A Frenchwoman innocently kissed Anne Lister goodbye on both cheeks showing a European custom, Anne Lister replied a straightforward kissed on the woman's lips and proudly said "That is Yorkshire" .
What a move Anne.
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