“Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol– […].” Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
“Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.”
“Aren’t you afraid of my darkness, my dear?” Hades asked with mischief in his eyes.
“No,” Persephone replied. “ You haven’t seen mine yet.” -@katefullergecko
Hey everyone! So sorry I’ve been AWOL for a little while! Had some personal things going on and been working so much, so I’ve not had a lot of time :-( but I’ve made some big decisions lately, and I’ll be able to make a lot more art very soon! So I’m really hoping you like my Persephone piece. It’s taken forever to do! But I’m happy with the outcome :)
I just wanted to say a big welcome to all my new followers, and a massive thank you to everyone who does follow me. Your support means everything! <3
Also, i f there’s anything particular you would like to see me paint or sketch, drop me a message!
I also tried re-sizing this image specifically for tumblr, but apparently tumblr STILL wants to mess with the quality! 😭😭 so if you’re on your phone, please tap the image to open to see full quality.
This piece, originally an inktober prompt, is now available as a print here on my redbubble.
(this was thematically inspired by the amazing book series Receiver of Many written by @therkalexander so might I direct you over there to have a peek if you are looking for something new to read?)
When the little flower maiden fell through the earth and became
the Queen of Hades, she did not give up the sunshine and the green
things. She exists in both worlds.
Life and death are unavoidably linked. There is no birth without
pain, no growth without change, no beautiful without the strange.
If you start watching Carol at exactly 10:45:32pm on New Year’s Eve, Carol and Therese will have their first kiss at exactly midnight. Start your new year off right with one of cinema’s most beautiful scenes and a strong wlw relationship.
Women lovers are depicted exchanging love letters, visiting one another by day in palanquins and by night via ladders that ascend to rooftops, wearing each other’s clothing, dressing and undressing each other, inviting and entertaining other female couples, eating together, visiting gardens where they swing together, enjoy the beauties of nature, and sometimes engage in sex outdoors - Gandhi’s Tiger and Sita’s Smile: Essays on Gender, Sexuality and Culture by Ruth Vanita.
It is fairly commonplace to see frank depictions of heterosexuality in Indian Art & Literature. On the other hand it is a little difficult to say how Indian tradition views homosexuality, especially lesbianism, given texts often have stray references (though a lot of this is discussed by Ruth Vanita and Saleem Kidwai).
The paintings today (one of which dates to the early 18th century) are however more explicit than the usually homosocial or vaguelysuggestive depiction of women in miniature paintings.Though it is hard to say who the paintings are intended for, whether they are depictions of court life or meant for a private collection.
