In Weimar Germany, in 1930, before Hitler, you could get gender treatment as a trans woman. The laws against homosexuality were largely unenforced, and the earliest gender-affirming surgeries were being developed.
A few years later, those same people were all living inside Hitler's Germany. It was all gone.
In the US in 2024 you could get an M, F, or X gender marker on your passport. No questions asked, just circle the box you want.
It's gone now.
Each verse of history has the same refrain. Kill your generation's fascists and rebuild.
Shawl Dancers. Ruthe Blalock Jones / Chulundit. 2004. acrylic on canvas
"The Hightowers are an ancient family, very rich and very proud." (A Clash of Kings)
Their words are We Light the Way.
The Lords of Oldtown wield the ancestral valyrian steel sword Vigilance and assume several honorific titles like Defender of the Citadel, Voice of Oldtown & Beacon of the South.
"The arms of House Hightower show a stepped white tower crowned with fire on a smoke-grey field."
When they go to war, the great beacon atop the High Tower glows a baleful green.
Art (detail): The Dedication (1908) by Edmund B. Leighton; Caterina Cornaro Deposed (1842) by Francesco Hayez
Excerpts are taken from A Feast for Crows.
“I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and unfamiliar, like what I remember of love when I was young— love that was so often foolish in its objectives but never in its choices, its intensities.”
—Louise Glück, excerpt from “Crossroads”
If Nino Sarratore has zero haters then I’m dead
my brilliant friend (2018-) / girlpool - before the world was big / lorde - ribs / a park bench / harry styles - as it was / clube da esquina album cover / elena ferrante - my brilliant friend / it chapter two (2019) / frank ocean - ivy
You dumb kids don’t even know you’re dead yet.
Tunisia | view of the Gafsa oasis
unknown photographer, 1920's
'boundaries' as the dignity of a human being and their personhood, autonomy and inherent right to live being eroded and destroyed. lila thrown out of a window as a child for demanding to go to school. pasquale's father being thrown against a wall for demanding justice after mafiosi stole his shop. the neighbourhood itself as the thing that shaves down your dignity. poverty and capitalism and fascism and misogyny all fused together to create a different beast, and that beast eats away at your boundaries slowly slowly slowly. pasquale's mama in the bathroom after a lifetime of sorrow and horror. the children are outside singing. do you remember? she painted her nails red. 'dissolving boundaries' as the body's response to abuse in its every form, individual and societal. and so the person within the body becomes undone. loosens. nothing firm remains. like oil like water. lila cerullo.