Thrilled to announce the launch of the holly Gaiman website!!
Thrilled to announce the launch of the holly Gaiman website!!
This evening I had a very pleasant time with Holly, which began with her mentioning how much she liked the song “Across the Universe” and me playing her the version of the song by Laibach, which has always been my favourite. “Dad,” she said, happily, “This was the version of the song I knew as a little girl. You used to play it. I always wondered why the Beatles one sounded different from the way I expected. I mean you could understand the words for a start.” Then we sat in front of the computer for a few hours and I made her a playlist of more songs she had loved as a small girl, the ones she’d remembered and the ones she’d forgotten, which led to our having The Conversation. You know, the one I’ve known was coming for the last almost-nineteen years.
I dragged songs from her childhood over to the playlist — “Barcelona” and “Nothing Compares 2 U” and “I Don’t Like Mondays” and “These Foolish Things” and then came Lou Reed’s “Walk on the Wild Side”. “You named me from this song, didn’t you?” said Holly as the first bass notes sang. “Yup,” I said.
Lou started singing.
Holly listened to the first verse, and for the first time, actually heard the words.
"Shaved her legs and then he was a she…? He?"
"That’s right," I said, and bit the bullet. We were having The Conversation. "You were named after a drag queen in a Lou Reed song."
She grinned like a light going on. “Oh dad. I do love you,” she said. Then she picked up an envelope and wrote what I’d just said down on the back, in case she forgot it.
I’m not sure that I’d ever expected The Conversation to go quite like that.- http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2004/05/in-which-author-finally-has.asp (and Holly, nine years later an out queer milliner, is to be found at http://hollyherself.tumblr.com/)"
Last night I held my father’s hand while he dozed in the car next to me, tired and sad about Lou Reed’s death. A few silent tears fell onto my cheeks, not so much for Lou but more for my dad and his sorrow. I know Lou Reed meant so much to him he named his daughter after a line in one of his songs.
I’m so proud to be named for this song. It’s always been a part of me. When I was little I loved doing the “do do do do do”s. When I was 19 and just coming out for the first time realising my namesake was non-heteronormative meant so much to me, it made vocalising my sexuality feel infinitely safer. Now I’m so proud to be queer, and an important part of that for me is striving to be an ally to the trans* community. Thank you, dad, and thank you, Lou, for making that something as intrinsically part of me as my name.
Cathy Brennan, radical “feminist” terrorist, has set her sights on a young black activist in Baltimore County, MD. Phylicia Sampson is being taken to court by Brennan, a notorious harasser of trans women and their supporters. Sampson is a recent college grad with few resources, no car and no way to fight back without your help.
As a community, we’ve suffered Brennan’s assaults for a long time—her blog is the best known for outing trans women’s personal information. She believes trans women are men who are infiltrating the feminist community and expends her resources fighting them. The idea that she is now taking her harassment to a legal venue is horrifying. That she has selected a young black woman with few resources to fight back is repugnant.
We can’t let Cathy Brennan get away with this! Share Phylicia’s campaign on Facebook, twitter, tumblr and instagram. Here are some things you can do TODAY to help:
- Tell your friends why it is important that they donate to this campaign.
- Donate what you can.
- Write to your favorite feminist blog and ask them to cover this campaign
as someone who has dealt (in a pretty unserious way) with cathy brennan (she’s the one who called me a nightmare woman (hence my tumblr title) please donate whatever you can.
I want to wear my hair like this everyday.
Mary Smith earned sixpence a week shooting dried peas at sleeping workers windows.
A Knocker-up (sometimes known as a knocker-upper) was a profession in England and Ireland that started during and lasted well into the Industrial Revolution and at least as late as the 1920s, before alarm clocks were affordable or reliable. A knocker-up’s job was to rouse sleeping people so they could get to work on time.
The knocker-up used a truncheon or short, heavy stick to knock on the clients’ doors or a long and light stick, often made of bamboo, to reach windows on higher floors. Some of them used pea-shooters. In return, the knocker-up would be paid a few pence a week. The knocker-up would not leave a client’s window until sure that the client had been awoken.
There were large numbers of people carrying out the job, especially in larger industrial towns such as Manchester. Generally the job was carried out by elderly men and women but sometimes police constables supplemented their pay by performing the task during early morning patrols.
Photograph from Philip Davies’ Lost London: 1870 - 1945.
I am delighted by this.
Sometimes I feel like I’d love to have a knocker-up…. though that sounds entirely dirty these days.
Substitute “woman” for “feminine/female-perceived person”(via hotdamnfemme)
Anonymous said: Hi, I'm just an anonymous admirer and fellow queer mad hatter -- out of curiosity, when did you know you wanted to be a milliner? On a semi-related (and maybe too personal?) note, have you always identified as queer? Keep on being lovely :)
Hey there fellow queer hatter!
Thanks for your question!
I stumbled across millinery a few years ago while procrastinating on my PHD applications. I took a week long course with Rose Cory(the queen mother’s milliner for 30 yrs!), just for fun, and ended up completely loving it. I never finished my PHD applications and instead ended up spending the next three years training as a milliner. I studied in London under Rose for a year and then I spent two years doing the HNC and HND programs at Kensington and Chelsea College.
As for the queerness - I haven’t always externally identified as queer. I have pinballed between straight, lesbian, confused, bi…. All over the place really. I hadn’t really known how to label myself because I didn’t feel like any of the normative lgb worked for me. I feel the most comfortable with queer because it is not gender binary. A lot of the people I have loved/love are on the trans* spectrum and other labels just don’t properly express my sexuality. Queer is inclusive, and that’s why I strive for. One of the first posts on my tumblr expresses queerness in the way I see and identify with it.
You keep on being lovely!
The Ali Forney Center is the largest nationwide organization dedicated to LGBTQ homeless youth.
There are currently 39 items on their Amazon wish list, most being undergarments like tank tops, plain tees, undies and chest binders for the youth they shelter. A majority of the items are less than $20 and the most expensive item is only $35.
Let’s try to help them by Tumblr bombing the shit out the Ali Forney Center with direct donations and purchasing everything on their wish list!
Dean Spade, Normal Life - Administrative Violence, Critical Trans Politics, and the Limits of the Law (via thirdsexblog)
I’m reading this book know and it’s AMAZING. Everyone should read it. Right now.
Tumblr, we need you! A rogue Arizona State representative, John Kavanagh, wants to pass a bill that would thow trans people in jail for using public restrooms. Anyone could be asked for I.D. to “prove” their gender, and if there’s a discrepancy they could face a fine or jailtime.
When asked why the bill targeted trans people, Kavanagh explained that it’s because he thinks “they’re weird.” Outrageous.
We can stop this bill by taking action at www.allout.org/arizona and spreading the word far and wide. Will you help?
That quote sounds like something out of an onion article oh my god I can’t believe people are this awful
You should help and spread the word too
This is everything that makes my heart hurt and my stomach drop.
This would be handy.
I totally want one of these. Who needs teleportation when this is an option?
There aren’t many true glimpses at pre-Stonewall gay culture but The Queen, Frank Simon’s 1968 documentary about a national drag contest would be exceptional even if they were limitless.
Drag queens from across the country — diva and bumpkin alike — descend on New York’s Town Hall for Miss All-America Camp Beauty Pagent 1967. There are star turns, of course — Jack Doctorow, known better lately as Mother Flawless Sabrina, is the unflappable 24-year old mistress of ceremonies, and Crystal LaBeija (below) who gives voice to tensions — of race, of class, of geography, of beauty, of toughness — that still rend gay culture.
While we take our drag today with a shot of Absolut, and a bachelorette boa, in 1967 cross-dressing was illegal in most U.S. cities. Thus, “The Queen” was rated X.