“One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires …causes proper matters to catch fire…Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it.
If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.
So like I’ve seen posts about this before but I do wanna bring it up again
The thing that kinda sucks about being gay is like. You go through a lot of stuff later than a lot of other people do because you don’t always get the advantages straight people have, like having an existing dating pool in middle school, actually knowing who you’re attracted to, being able to exist publicly safely, etc
So it’s okay if you didn’t have your first kiss with a girl in middle school or high school or college or whenever. It’s okay if you’ve never been on a date with a girl and you’re living as an adult. Being gay sometimes means you go through the awkward “figuring things out” stage years after straight people do, so they get all of that done during middle school but you’re just starting to get embarrassing crushes on coworkers in your 20s or 30s or later. It’s okay if you don’t know how to flirt or tell if a girl is interested when you’re out of high school, when you’re an adult paying bills, when your straight friends are getting married. That’s not bad, it doesn’t make you undesirable, it just means you don’t get the same start your straight peers do.
So shout out to all the sapphic late bloomers. There’s nothing wrong with you, you’ll get there, it’s okay to give yourself time and write about your crushes in your diary and blush when they look at you and wonder how much eye contact until you’re dating and flirt childishly as an adult. You’re doing just great, and I’m proud of you for getting to the point where you finally feel comfortable exploring.
* this post goes double for trans sapphics who had the added confusion of figuring out their gender and dealing with transphobia from within the sapphic community while dealing with all of the above <3 *
Some of the best writing advice I ever got was if you’re stuck on a scene or a line, the problem is actually about 10 lines back and that’s saved me from writer’s block so many times.
I feel like I need an elaborate explanation
Often times, I find myself stuck on what a character should say next or what should happen in a scene to connect A to B or so on. When this happens, I fall into the trap of writing and rewriting the same few lines over and over, and becoming more and more dissatisfied every time until I give up.
But problem is almost never actually whatever line I’m trying to write at the moment; the issue is the stuff leading up to the line. Maybe there are structural issues with the set up, maybe I wrote a bit of dialogue that was out of character leading to a discussion that doesn’t make sense, maybe I’m missing a vital piece of exposition or expositing too much. It could be a lot of things, but the important part of the advice is to look back and be willing to consider changes to something earlier in the work (even if you’re really attached to like a piece of dialogue or a particular sentence or something) instead of trying to find a way to force out a scene that’s not working.
I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.
Her name was Dolly Wilde. She was the daughter of Oscar Wilde’s older brother, and was born about 3 months after he died. She worked as an ambulance driver during WW1 and spent most of her free time banging rich ladies. And guys. GUYS.
SHE
LOOKS
JUST LIKE
HER UNCLE
They both have That Face.
I’m so, so happy I know this now.
I would like everyone to know that she went around telling everyone that she was her uncle reincarnated. OK have a good day.
A M A Z I N G
Oh my God, Oscar Wilde and family had Resting Bitch Face.
:D
Resting Wilde Face
That “I’m a gay, Irish socialist in the Victorian era” face.
“Fuck everything about this world”
Side note: it wasn’t just the face. People who knew both Dolly and Oscar Wilde said that they sounded very similar and carried themselves in the same manor.
Both were pretty avid smokers. They both appreciated decadence. They both had very similar lovers.
Also, because history is insane, Dolly Wilde once hit on Zelda Fitzgerald, writer and wife of F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Dolly once said of herself, “I am more like Oscar than Oscar.” And honestly yea, I get why.
Oscar Wilde wasn’t done gaying up the place and came back as Dolly to gay up the ladies as well.
Victorian people: Oscar you must like ladies instead of men
Oscar: *Dies and comes back as Dolly flirting with all the ladies*
Victorian people: Wait no
and both she and bosie’s wife, olive custance, were in a relationship with natalie clifford barney
