Okay your stories wrecked me, how about either supporting them through everything or feeling safer in their arms? Whichever you prefer
soft gestures between friends turning lovers || prompts
or how about both though 👀
He’s talking himself out of it as he makes his way to the Jacobs’ household - it could be a genuine mistake, maybe both Davey and Les just forgot to tell him they couldn’t go selling this evening? Or maybe they told someone else, who hadn’t thought of passing this information on to Jack.
But there’s something nagging at the back of Jack’s mind - the way that Davey’s smile hasn't been reaching his eyes lately, how he's been holding onto Les a little tighter than usual, how he quickly shuts down any idea of the two boys staying behind at the lodgings to play some card games to unwind. Les hadn’t even put up a fight - they were gone, and that was that.
So Jack reaches the fire escape, not even sure if this is his best idea. He barely knows the boys, he knows as much information about Davey as the other boy (or more than often - an overly excited Les) tells him. But they’re selling partners turned strike leaders, and that means something, right?
Jack’s surprised to find a shaken looking Davey sitting at the top of the fire escape. It takes the other boy a while to realise he’s not alone, and he’s quick to blink away some unshed tears that Jack can just about make out. “What are you - what are you doing out here?”
“Well, you weren’t with us. I thought something might be up,” Jack answers bashfully. “You didn’t miss much - slow news day, so the boys are back at the lodging. ‘S not worth being out in the cold. Whatta bout you?”
“It’s my home,” Davey says, then winces at his own words. No matter how many times Jack tells him the other boys don’t mind he has a family and a home to get back to, Davey still tries his best to be sensitive about the topic. “I mean I just - I needed to be alone.”
"Oh," he says, feeling despondent, although he's not actually sure what he had expected from this meeting. He taps his cap at Davey, and is about to turn away when he hears -
"Wait, Jack," Davey says, sounding like he's just as unsure of himself as Jack feels. "You wanna be alone...with me?"
Jack stops, looks up at the boy looking down at him, and smiles. "Yeah, that would be swell."
Davey motions for Jack to join him on the fire escape, and Jack doesn't need to be told twice. It's a tight squeeze, but Davey shuffles as close to the edge so Jack can sit beside him. It isn't the most comfortable position but Jack can feel Davey begin to calm down, and notices the tears are beginning to fade.
"What's happened? Is it your father?" he asks, desperate for a way to find anything to stop Davey's pain.
"No, no he's fine. He's been doing really well after getting a new job," Davey says, his eyes looking across the street. "It's nothing, Jackie."
The use of his barely used nickname almost knocks Jack for six, but as much as he wishes to hear it again and again, not like this. Not when something is clearly bothering his friend. "It's not nothing Davey, I ain't blind."
Davey turns to look at him, their shoulders brushing, and Davey looks down, pulling at the edge of his shirt sleeve. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"
"Nope!" he says, trying to get a smile out of Davey, which he fails at. "Unless you don't want to talk about it. Which I get, believe me. But you've helped everyone else so much already, why can't someone help you?"
This seems to break something in Davey, and Jack's absolutely panicked that he's done something wrong, when Davey finally lets out a sniffle and throws his head back. "The kids at school, they've never liked me. I got called names, maybe they'd toss me in a closet or something, and that was alright. I'd spend lunches by myself, get some work done so I could help ma and Sarah and with their work. But now that I've come back - it's so much worse."
Jack feels his blood boil at the thought of someone laying a hand on Davey. "Jack, don't. I don't need protection."
"But we could get a couple of the bigger kids, even some from Brooklyn to teach those kids a lesson!" Jack suggests, venom slipping from his tongue.
"That'll only get me kicked out," Davey tells him, which unfortunately, makes a lot of sense. "I just need to grin and bear it until the year is over, and then I never have to see any of them again."
"And you've been avoiding us because?" he asks, worried that Davey still has it in his head he's not important to any of the other newsies.
"I didn't want you to see the bruises," he admits, his words barely coming out of a whisper.
"Davey," he says, heart breaking at the thought of the other boy getting hurt. "Can I...?"
"Sarah's been helping clean them up," he says, before pulling up his shirt. There are greenish bruises spotted across his ribs, which makes Jack feel sick to his stomach. On reflex, he reaches out, and watches as Davey flinches slightly.
"Sorry I -"
"No, it's okay," Davey whispers, and Jack finds himself tracing the outines of Davey's ribs, counting the bruises with a mixture of sadness and anger. He doesn't know how anyone could hurt Davey.
"Does it hurt?" he asks, looking up at Davey with concern.
"Not when it's you," Davey admits, and Jack helps Davey pull his shirt down. He doesn't know what to say, there's too many thoughts going through his brain, so he pulls Davey in for an awkward hug in the tight space they're sharing.
"You tell me when you have a problem, okay?" he says, and he feels Davey nod against him. "Your problems are mine too. I might not get to deal with them how I want to, but you don't need to carry these issues by yourself anymore. Not while I'm around."
"Thank you," Davey says, pulling away from the other boy. "Seriously, for everything. You've sorta changed my life around, for the better."
"You too Davey," he smiles, looking up at the sky that's beginning to settle. "Hey, maybe I'll get Albert and Race to teach you a few tricks."
This gets a laugh out of Davey, who ducks his head in embarrassment. "Who? Me? I'm about as intimidating as my baby brother."
"Nah, he's definitely scarier," Jack says, letting Davey push him against the railing. Jack realises just how much he missed the sound of Davey's laughter, and he laughs back, reveling in the normality of having his friend back.
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
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