Rebecca. she/they. your local Jewish lesbian classics grad student. currently cracking the tragic mask on the edge of the skēnē like an egg. can also be found thinking about women's silent and silenced voices, the circularity of storytelling and entrapment in it, and textiles. this is a trans-inclusive space: "women" includes trans women.
“none of those words are in the bible” but it’s me nitpicking about what textile manufacturing techniques weren’t invented until late antiquity and are thus anachronistic translations of biblical language
I know this is always a futile and somewhat-unreasonable plea, but, uh, please don’t tag this as #christianity
“none of those words are in the bible” but it’s me nitpicking about what textile manufacturing techniques weren’t invented until late antiquity and are thus anachronistic translations of biblical language
devastated to announce that i spent all fall doing tudor blackwork embroidery on a button-down shirt and you can’t even see the embroidered part if i wear a blazer with it
Of the early 20th century modernist female Yiddish poets there are a few contenders but I do think celia dropkin would be the most likely to kill it on tumblr
set to music by Frank London, sung by Lorin Sklamberg and Adrienne Cooper
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