hey did you know people have been like 'ugh I hate MODERN FASHION why don't women dress like women any more' for literally hundreds of years
While making queer historical romances, I ended up researching how gender lines might plausibly be blurred in historical fashion and what the 'limits' might be before the wearer was really pushing scandal.
But I'm also interested in going FURTHER back, because even in the same culture and location, clothing we think of as very gendered nowadays often totally reverses. (Big surprise: pink and lace aren't actually biologically linked to your junk.)
Anyway, I just unlocked a blog with some highlights and fun bits from the research I did, where these pictures are from! Read for: women in trousers, boys in heels, and offensively soft 1763 boys who turn out to be 'improperly' bold women
So my friend introduced me to Fallen London, and I.
I am such an bad person-
I wanted to up my stealth stat because cats are my favorite animal and an hour later my friend was screaming at me in horror that I was robbing urchins and pick pocketing the constable before I even got proper lodging-
My terrible evil bastard woman for any who like Women And Their Crimes Mistakes
it's usually morally correct to make fun of the usa but whenever i hear british people do it it feels kinda tone deaf. idk if we have the high ground here guys. its like your mom making fun of your mental illness like ma'am where do you think i got it from.
self-awareness check, list five things you like that aren't media pieces in the tags now ‼️
So I've got this friend whose nervous because she's trans and dating this guy who she hasn't told yet because they've only been on a two dates. For this story let's call the friend Jane and the guy she was dating Jason. Happy ending don't worry.
So I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I'm having and she can tell him she's trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.
She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy. So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro's reaction when she tells him she's trans, and that she understands if he doesn't want to keep dating her it's no big deal.
He's baffled, so we explain what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn't had bottom surgery yet...
"Oh you have a dick?"
"... yeah."
He look's around at the room full of people with baited breath, his clearly a little afraid girl friend says
"Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don't worry Babe! Watch this!"
And ya'll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we had for grilling and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at the group absolutely beaming with pride.
My mans saw his worried girlfriend and her support network and thought to him self "Oh they don't think I can't please my girl, but I'll show them!"
I do feel the need to add that later he excitedly tell the group that as a straight guy, he never thought that skill would be useful outside hotdog eating contests.
"Man its too bad that im straight since I've got like no gag reflex and all."
"Honey, I must tell you, i am in fact trans and I have not had bottom surgery."
"My god... everything's coming up Jason."
Pure of heart dumb of ass hetero of sexual
I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
oh my god two words in that just UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE
All hope is lost so quickly I can’t stop laughing.
danish tv is the best thing ever
“Okay :(”
He went straight to Acceptance. He didn’t even go through the five stages of grief. He just started at Acceptance.
I can translate for anyone wondering what he’s saying. The dialogue roughly goes something like
“Hopefully the owner of the car behind me will next time consider if-oh shit. Okay.”
thanks for the context omg
Official graveyard post. +Bonus
I would like to add that the Scandinavian languages have their own native words for “shit” as in, well, shit. They sound similar, but the pronunciation is different.
This shit, that’s pronounced close to the English word, is a loanword expletive reserved especially for when things go wrong. The heartfeltness of “ah, shit” indeed.
Life is about being stared at by various animals who already have food but are hoping for tastier food
He likes to feel [[BIG]]:)