save a prayer for the morning after


Johnnie Phelps, a woman sergeant in the army, thought, “There was a tolerance for lesbianism if they needed you. The battalion I was in was probably about ninety-seven percent lesbian.”
Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day, the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out. We’re going to get rid of them.”
“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’ “
“And he was kind of taken aback a bit. And then this women standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the General pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelp’s name may be second, but mine will be first.”
“Then I looked at him, and said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all the drivers-every woman in the WAC detachment-and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us-then I’ll be happy to make that list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancy. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious conduct.”
“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’”

The Gay Metropolis, page 47, Charles Kaiser (via bibliothekara)

Phelps tells this story herself in the excellent 1984 documentary Before Stonewall, which you can watch in its entirety on YouTube (she’s at 19:30, but really, watch the whole thing): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kX7AxQd82H8

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iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so goddamn cool

matociquala:

Goats: still assholes

matociquala:

Goats: still assholes

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sexhaver:

Dwarf Fortress bug fixes are a goldmine

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pricepricebaby:

nest-recon:

kia-kaha-winchesters:

221cbakerstreet:

lexillest:

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Beautiful.

This is rad

we need a superhero like one of these ladies

maybe another hawkeye??

i didn’t even notice until halfway down the post when i read the “being the teacher with the robot leg” sign that i realized everyone is missing a limb. Biomedical Engineers are really outdoing themselves and it’s both fantastic and sometimes even glamorous. 

impossible is nothing

that tattoo looking one is so badass

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gallifresh:

You ever just realize how lucky you are that you did that weird thing that led to you being friends with the people you are friends with?

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ladiesagainsthumanity:

She was the best. Actually the best.
Another vodka stinger? I’ll drink to that.

ladiesagainsthumanity:

She was the best. Actually the best.

Another vodka stinger? I’ll drink to that.


Tagged: elaine stritch

Disabled people are not supposed to enjoy any aspect of being disabled. →

ilaniel:

narciii:

youneedacat:

It’s this big taboo. Disabled people are supposed to be suffering, all the time. We are not supposed to enjoy anything about being disabled. If we do enjoy anything about being disabled, then people consider us suspect. They may think we are faking, but if it’s obvious enough that we are not…

Once upon a time, back in the 1940s, when men didn’t wear shorts in public for any reason, at least in the northern, white, working class town my parents grew up in, my grandfather was a bit of a weirdo. He wore bermuda shorts in public, even when no one really knew where he got them. He wore stripes with plaids and polkadots and whatever else he could afford, but without a lot of sense for what other people thought of it. So he’s at a diner, and a woman leans over to her husband, and says “Do you see that man, George? He must be VERY wealthy. No one else would dare dress that way.” 

My parents said it over and over when I was growing up, and I think now, gosh, what a weird lesson to drill into your child, but there it was, explicitly, word for word, not just in the subconscious lessons about class that I am still unpicking slowly, “if you’re poor, you’re crazy. If you’re rich, you’re eccentric.” So you better be rich if you’re going to be weird. 

I’ve never really thought about this from this particular angle, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the difference between “shameful disability services” and “luxury goods” is often just money.  I don’t think I am capable of mowing a lawn. I’m terrified of lawn mowers, going near one turned off is enough to make my hands clammy. The noise, even from inside a building, makes my heart race and my vision blur and I just.. I can’t. But because I can afford $35 every few weeks, it’s a luxury good that a nice father and son team come out and take care of my lawn. But I still wouldn’t be able to do it even if I couldn’t afford to pay someone to help me. 

It’s totally normal, even idealized, to pay someone to wash your hair at a salon, but to have a carer do it because you can’t? Suddenly that’s shameful and weird. 

If I have a child I cannot manage alone, I would be shamed for having the child in the first place, shamed for daring to be a weak or incompetent or inadequate mother, I might even have a child taken away or denied to me via the foster system. This is a completely rational fear, one lived every single day by disabled parents, parents or people who’d like to be parents who face sterilization. Particularly disabled and poor people of color. But if I am wealthy, I can hire a private nanny, or a private nurse if my child is disabled, and suddenly child care assistance becomes a luxury good. Even if it is exactly the same, done by exactly the same person, for exactly the same reason.

So yeah I am thinking a lot lately about how ableism intersects with classism. And how disgusting it is to have to cling to capitalism because the alternatives leave me without the resources I use to maintain good functionality.  

Reblogged for important commentary.

Tagged: narcidisabilityableism

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wordplaying:

The people you want to keep in your life are the people you can say, “hey, don’t treat me like that, that’s not okay,” to and they respect you enough to actually listen and consider whether you might have a point before launching straight into a defense or arguing or dismissing you. 

Anybody you can’t say that to, anybody who makes you afraid to stand up for yourself like that, already doesn’t value you very much and has one foot out the door. 

This is not a brand new revelation, but it’s been a long day, and boy does this feel crystal clear at this moment. 

mollyrazor:

Has Waypoint infiltrated the Forsaken now?

mollyrazor:

Has Waypoint infiltrated the Forsaken now?

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