#hartke

[musicmags]

[smokycoil]

Petite séance de basse d'il y a quelques mois. Son très 80' notamment grâce au HP en aluminium.

[trifonenko]

[redesdenadie]

Time to wake this ancient beast…

[kyawzinhtet]

Welcome to my pedal board family #hartke #loop #fuzz #chorus https://www.instagram.com/p/Cls-i6hPA47mZglvoZqqJ3A6MRZEDGzCrhjoAA0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[threewounds]

So how is God’s image manifested in our bodies? In the same way it’s manifested in the rest of our being. The image of God was not given to humankind in bits and pieces, with some living in your left arm and another bit in your soul and another bit in your abilities to argue and reason. It is a gift that resonates throughout all that we are, like the deep tones of a bell rung far away. It awakens us and moves us forward toward God and toward each other.

Transforming: The Bible & the Lives of Transgender Christians, Austen Hartke

[victusinveritas]

Posted on Facebook by one of my favorite people, an ex-nun and full on Liberation Theology expert who made the best babysitter a weird kid could ask for.

[phoenixwrites]

Drama class is on Jason's list of places Eddie may potentially be and this delights me to no end. DRAMA NERD CONFIRMED.

[naodigabobagens]

goodbye belongs to you.

[meadowslark]

Definitely add bay leaves, and probably cayenne.

[musicmags]

[0oolookitsme]

Piece of His Heart

Hii everyone, I'm back from my long hiatus!! Hope you missed me because boy did I miss YOU! <3 This one is a little emotional, a little sweet, and VERY Harry focused. Also, I was inspired to write this piece while listening to 'London's Song' by Matt Hartke, and trust me, it's a lovely song. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Verse - Artist!Harry x Photographer!Y/n

Word Count - 1.0k

Warnings - Mentions of unplanned pregnancy, financial stress.

Harry and Y/n were students, and now, parents to a newborn babygirl as well. With all of the newfound emotions rushing through them, one thing he knew was that they were going to build this new little family slowly, and lovingly.

Harry looked up at the ceiling, at the overused fan moving slowly and creakily, with one of his arms under his head while the other one remained draped over his little baby's back. 

She was curled up on top of him, breathing softly, her little hands fisting his shirt. 

Daylight was pouring into the room through the gap between the two curtains, and Harry still couldn't believe that the little one sleeping away on his chest was finally here, after a worthwhile wait of a full nine months.

He still remembers the nickname he'd given her while she was still inside her mum's belly – 'Pumpkin' he had called her, and her little frame couldn't have agreed more with him. 

Full and round cheeks hung a little low on her face, her small mouth in a pout and eyes as circular as pearls, nothing if not the true meaning of grace.

Which is why he'd settled with the name 'Opal', grinning widely while Y/n had nodded furiously with tears in her eyes, saying how it was the perfect name ever.

His mornings suddenly became impossibly sweeter, something he hadn't expected since he had moved back in this childhood home with Y/n.

A few days ago, when he had laid his eyes on the bundle of sunshine for the very first time ever, a huge piece of his heart, if not his entire heart, had been taken right then and there. 

Sighing, Harry got up very carefully, wary of waking up the newborn and then, when he successfully hadn't, laid her on the two person size sofa – all that he could fit in the name of a seat inside his small art studio. 

He had just turned to get back to his awaiting Canvas, when Opal began mumbling. She was talking in her sleep, he realised with a smile growing on his face, making his dimples show up. 

Another piece of his heart was taken then. 

He wondered, each time that she slept, about just what she was dreaming up. On nights, he worried if she wasn't warm enough, wanted her to know that there was a blanket of stars above her – but he knew he could wait until she began talking to do that. 

Even though he couldn't afford the best, he was going to make this work. He was going to be the best father out there, give Opal all of his love, all with Y/n by his side.

Putting back down the paintbrush he had picked up because he couldn't stop thinking of her, Harry walked back over with his stool to sit and watch her. He crossed over the chair, his front against the chair's backrest as he rested his face on his arms, gazing down with a soft smile on his mouth. 

"I can't wait for you to grow up so that we can talk, you know? So, hopefully, you can tell me if this is where you'll always wanna be," he spoke, brushing away the unruly mop curls on her head. 

"And we can go to a place where you look at the light and it splinters," he sighed, moving to cover her up with a blanket. "Where there's plenty of gas in our car to last us the cold, cold winter," tears glazed over his sight, sniffling as he looked at her small figure lull to side as she slept – he almost let slip a chuckle. 

Right then, she took whatever pieces were left of his heart. 

Winter this year wasn't easy, but that wasn't to say that it wasn't the best one aside from the ones he had spent with Y/n. So much financial stress had come with the unplanned pregnancy, and now a baby. But he knew that the both of them could pull through the loans and make it out as a happy and healthy family, if they stuck together. 

Y/n’s dad, a single father, was a little bit bitter about the whole situation but had begrudgingly stepped forward to help out the two with handling the house, seeing as the both of them had to attend college as well as take care of the baby. He dropped off the groceries last weekend, along with the last minute new-born-baby stuff that Y/n had told him they needed. 

Even Anne stepped forward, letting the two of them borrow a room in her house for as long as they needed – likely until they could get back up on their own feet financially.

Currently, as Harry sat feeling overwhelmed with all of the love and other emotions rushing through him, he could hear Anne talking to Y/n down the hall. The walls weren’t the thickest and he could tell that Anne was sharing her own stories with Y/n, telling her about how she’d had Harry at a young age, and more. 

He’d heard it before, had even seen the two of them having this chat. So he knew that Anne, very likely, had Y/n’s head in her lap and brushing her hands through her hair, trying to console the woman high on hormones and the insurmountable number of emotions she must be feeling. 

Wiping away at his nose with the sleeve of his flannel, Harry blinked away the tears and pulled up a smile on his face again, trying to be courageous, for Y/n and their daughter. Because he knew that Y/n was doing the same for them. For the little family they were both going to build slowly and lovingly now.

"But I also want you to be this little forever, so that I can cherish you enough, yes?" He asked her, nodding his head when she mumbled something incoherent, something similar to ‘we’ll be fine, dada', Harry wanted to believe. 

And unable to help himself, he picked her up again, holding her flush against his exposed torso because he didn’t have the energy to button up his shirt and the skin to skin contact made breathing a little easier. 

"I'll love you tenderly," he whispered, pressing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll love you forever, and more, little pumpkin." 

[machalatte]

Heaven on No Man’s Land

(A VashWood, Trigun fanmix)

~

Bury those skeletons deep beneath the sand.

(Vash and Nicholas carve out a piece of happiness for themselves. Forget the world and all it's burdens for a moment.)

LISTEN: [SPOTIFY] / [YOUTUBE]

Art credit: oniro_ro. Thank you!

~

Tell me our story: are we impetuous, are we kind to each other, do we surrender to what the mind cannot think past? Where is the evidence I will learn to be good at loving?

Let me come back whole, let me remember how to touch you before it is too late. (Summer solstice, by Stacie Cassarino)

Track list under the cut!

"I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask, and neither would you."

Like real people do - Hozier

Sleep on the floor - The Lumineers 

Hold you in my arms - Ray Lamontagne

My lover - Birdtalker

Call it dreaming - Iron & Wine

Real love baby - Father John Misty

Mystery - Tom Odell

London's song - Matt Hartke

Aging out of the 20th century - Trash Panda

What do it mean - Lord Huron

Lyric selections: here.

[a-queer-seminarian]

In the latest episode of Blessed Are the Binary Breakers, I share a sermon on Isaiah 56:3-8. This bit of scripture proclaims God's message of not only tolerance but radical welcome for the ultimate Others of the biblical world: eunuchs.

How did Isaiah 56's author come to understand divine affirmation for this denigrated group, when Deuteronomy 23's author had offered only rejection? And why does this scripture resonate deeply with many transgender persons of faith today?

Listen wherever you get podcasts, or click here for a direct link + episode transcript.

And look under the readmore for my direct translation of Isaiah 56 from the Hebrew, along with image descriptions and resource links.

ID for the above two images:

On a trans flag background, text titled "Isaiah 56:3-8 reworked for a trans context" reads:

Do not cause the child who’s grown up in your church to believe, “I don’t belong here anymore.” And do not let the trans person who has tried again and againto find welcome lament, “See, no one cares about me.” For thus says LIVING GODto these beloved children made in Their own divine, boundless image: I give to you, in my own home and within my own heart, a place of honor, better than any church that fails you. Your chosen name is cherished, and I’ll make sure you’re not forsaken or forgotten.

The passage continues on the next image, reading:

For everyone who comes to me for solace, everyone who seeks my liberation, everyone who joins me in making justice roll like water will be brought to my holy mountain. Joy will be theirs, and a welcome that far surpasses tolerance — their wisdom, their gifts, their leadership will be accepted with gratitude; for my kin-dom is for all peoples — the outcasts most of all. If you don’t see them among you, it is you who must move — come, seek them and find me, the God who gathers more, and still more people to my table, till all have their honored place. / end ID

ID: Text on a sunset sky background is titled "Isaiah 56:3-8, My translation from the Hebrew" and reads:

Do not let the foreigner who grafts themself to LIVING GOD say, “LIVING GOD will sever, will utterly exclude me from His people.” And do not let the eunuch say, “See, I am a dried-out tree.” For thus says LIVING GOD to the eunuchs who keep my Sabbaths, and choose what delights me, and hold fast to my covenant: I will give to them, in my house and within my walls, a monument and a name better than sons and daughters. A name everlasting will I give to them, that shall not be cut off.

The translation continues on the next image, reading:

And the foreigners who graft themselves to LIVING GOD, ministering to Them and loving the name of LIVING GOD, becoming Her servants – every one who keeps Sabbath undefiled, and holds fast to my covenant —

[These] I will bring to my holy mountain, and make them joyful in my house of prayer. Their offerings and their sacrifices will be welcome on my altar, for my house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples.

A declaration of the Lord, LIVING GOD, who is gathering the outcasts of Israel: “I will gather still more to them, beyond those already gathered.”

Further reading:

Check out my translation notes here!

I also write about biblical eunuchs in the "Better than Sons or Daughters" section of this webpage — with more quotes and links from Austen Hartke, Peterson Toscano, and others.

[duckprintspress]

National Non-Fiction Day: 31 Titles to Get Your Queer Learn On!

In the past year, we’ve posted a lot about our favorite queer fiction titles. We wanted to take Non-Fiction day to talk about the non-fiction titles that have impacted us! Whether self-help, memoirs, psychology, history, sociology, or a different non-fiction genre, these are books that have helped us learn, helped us teach, helped us improve, helped us see and be seen, and helped us be more informed. So join us as we introduce our thirty-one recommendations for National Non-Fiction Day!

Fine: A Comic About Gender by Rhea Ewing

Gender Born, Gender Made: Raising Healthy Gender-Nonconforming Children by Diane Ehrensaft

Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir by Akwaeke Emezi

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel

Ace: What Asexuality Reveals about Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen

Here For It: Or, How to Save Your Soul in America by R. Eric Thomas

Transforming: The Bible and the Lives of Transgender Christians by Austen Hartke

Bitch: On the Female of the Species by Lucy Cooke

Unmasking Autism: Discovering the New Faces of Neurodiversity by Devon Price

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness by Nagata Kabi

transister: Raising Twins in a Gender-Bending World by Kate Brookes

!Hola Papi!: How to Come Out in a Walmart Parking Lot and Other Life Lessons by John Paul Brammer

Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century by Graham Robb

London and the Culture of Homosexuality, 1885 – 1914 by Matt Cook

Queering Your Craft: Witchcraft from the Margins by Cassandra Snow

Female Husbands: A Trans History by Jen Manion

The Ethical Slut: A Guide to Infinite Sexual Possibilities by Janet W. W. Hardy and Dossie Easton

The New Queer Conscience by Adam Eli

Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society by Cordelia Fine

Peculiar Places: A Queer Crip History of White Rural Nonconformity by Ryan Lee Cartwright

Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference by Cordelia Fine

Queer Budapest, 1873 – 1961 by Anita Kurimay

LGBTQ-Inclusive Hospice and Palliative Care by Kimberly D. Acquaviva

Queering Colonial Natal: Indigeneity and the Violence of Belonging in Southern Africa by T. J. Tallie

Handbook of LGBT Elders: An Interdisciplinary Approach to Principles, Practices, and Policies edited by Debra A. Harley and Pamela B. Teaster

LGBT Transnational Identity and the Media by Christopher Pullen

Gender Diversity: Crosscultural Variations by Serena Nanda

LGBTQ Cultures: What Healthcare Professionals Need to Know about Sexual and Gender Diversity by M. J. Eliason and P. L. Chinn

The Terrible We: Thinking with Trans Maladjustment by Cameron Awkward-Rich

Trans Bodies, Trans Selves: A Resource for the Transgender Community edited by Laura Erickson-Schroth

You can view this list as a shelf on Goodreads!

It can be so difficult to find good non-fiction resources on queer topics. Which titles to DO you recommend?

[nightbunnysong]

Soundtrack for a Mountain Cabin

Music for crackling fires and misty pines

Here’s the music my boyfriend and I love to listen to on our drives: in summer, as we explore sun-kissed peaks painted with the blue of alpine gentians; in autumn, as we travel the golden-leafed roads of my foothills, deep crimson spreading through the trees while we gather chestnuts to roast over a crackling fire; in winter, when the mountain meadows are draped in a soft white mantle, and the spruce forests grow silent, we hold hands to keep warm; and finally, in spring, when we wander through fields dotted with purple crocuses and snowdrops, while the first birds weave their morning songs.

The Weather - De Lune

Home - Logan and Isabel

The Ballad of Keenan Milton - Devendra Banhart

Lead On, Lead On - Logan and Isabel

Om - Hippie Sabotage

Stay For The Summer - Logan and Isabel

The Trip - Still Corners

Vagabond - Caamp

Coastline - Hollow Coves

London's Song - Matt Hartke

The Bug Collector - Haley Heynderickx

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

Alone - Logan and Isabel

Nights By The River - Logan and Isabel

Next to you - Sam Evian (this smells like autumn to me🍂)

Never Let Me Go - Logan and Isabel

[1,3,5 photo are mine]