Hey so it’s October and October is traditionally the perfect time of year for getting sad about the past, so this is a thing I’m doing. Expect lots and lots of posts in this series. Das Institut Für Sexualwissenschaft was founded in Berlin in 1919 by Magnus Hirschfeld and Arthur Kronfeld. From their headquarters in … Continue reading Our Queer Ancestors: Das Institut Für Sexualwissenschaft
In Norse and Germanic mythology, Wayland (Volund in Old Norse) is a really interesting character who sort of straddles the line between folk hero and minor deity. He has his own story, of course, but he's best known as a blacksmith and craftsman, and like the Greek Daedalus and Finnish Ilmarinen he's credited with creating … Continue reading Poem: “Fire From Stone”
(Note: this here contains frank discussions of transphobic violence) Bealocwealm hafadh freone frecan forth onsended Giedd sculon singan gleomenn sorgiende on Meduselde (Terrible death has sent a brave warrior away from us; The minstrels will sing sad songs in the mead-hall) --Tolkien My name is Gretchen Natalie White, and I’m a lot of things. … Continue reading I am a trans woman and y’all gotta cut this shit out
We are the sons of witches, and we are the daughters of Hell, And we are the feral children of powers ancient and fell; And once we sang the death-songs, and beat the chanter’s drum, And once we read the entrails to speak of days to come, And once were wed to the Gods, and … Continue reading We, Ourselves [poem]
[CW alcohol, slurs/transphobia, kink] “Don’t let them break you, Don’t let them tell you who you are! Doesn’t matter where you come from, You’ll always have a floor to sleep on, And you have your bamboo bones, Blind ambition, nervous energy, Skin of your teeth; Push back, push back, push back With every word and … Continue reading Up The Cuts [#ownvoices translesbian erotica]
The 2016 election was interesting because nobody won. Both of the major parties went miles out of their way to field the absolute least appealing candidates they could dredge up, and these candidates campaigned to gain “support” on the platforms of not being one another. At the end of the day, Donald Trump “won” with … Continue reading The Land Without a President (essay, politics and current events)
THE WIDOW Lizzie had to do it. It had been almost a year since she’d done it last, and she’d thought she was done with it, thought she’d finally be able to move on. But earlier that day she’d seen something—something routine, something innocuous, downright stupid—one of those magnetic yellow ribbons on the back of … Continue reading Short Story: ‘The Widow’ [BDSM supernatural erotica]
On the Late Massacre in Milton Who now recalls the ancient bygone days When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones? Who lives who saw the sacred shrines and groves Where painted men would honor demon-gods? Who saw them dancing ‘neath the standing stones When sacred fires burned on solstice-days? All this … Continue reading Poem: ‘On the Late Massacre in Milton’
Back the Way you Came My cousin Erwin is one of the best people I know. Erwin is also nuttier than a squirrel cellar. I don’t know all the details, and it’s none of my business, but Erwin never had much of a childhood. He never talked much, and he sported shiners from time to … Continue reading Short story: ‘Back The Way You Came’ (Rural horror / Southern Gothic)
The Wake Phearson studied Jared O’Brien’s corpse, and he was troubled. Phearson O’Toole was no stranger to death; he’d served in the County Irregulars as a young man and seen action in various disputes and blood-feuds ever since. But the way Old Jared’s mortal flesh lay neatly set on the dining room table . . … Continue reading The Wake (short story) (Gothic horror)
