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gatheringbones · 1 year
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ronda slater, what I need is: a contemplation of bisexuality, from bi any other name: bisexual people speak out, edited by Lorraine Hutchins and Lani Kaahumanu, 1991
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mccoppinscrapyard · 6 months
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I need more bi physical books, and I haven’t read most of these, but happy Bi Visibility Day! 💖💜💙
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bidotorg · 2 years
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"Mary Shelley was bi, a writer and inspiration to goth teenagers everywhere."
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S 4, E 9: A Book, Period
E and Z ramble and ramble about “The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue” by Mackenzie Lee. There’s humor, romance (with a LOT of UST), adventure, and mystery. If you haven’t read it yet, we strongly recommend that you do!
Check out your local libraries for a copy. If you want to support the author, purchase a copy of your own at your bookstore chains like Barnes & Noble and Books-a-Million, or Indigo if you live in Canada.
Laters, lovelies!
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Listen to episode here:
https://anchor.fm/yfvw/episodes/A-Book--Period-e1ljp22
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literarilyanerd · 6 months
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Happy bi visibility week!! Here’s some books I’ve enjoyed this year. Any other recommendations?
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inflamedrosenkranz · 1 month
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Aren't these gentlemen cuter when they're messing around? The silly dialogues below are inspired by my headcanon of Bi-Han and Kuai Liang as (avid) readers. True elitists that they are, they of course prefer classical literature and classic books, but they also have shameful and less noble tastes...
KL: Brother, look! It's Tom. BH: How did he manage to sneak into our private library? KL: He's a master of stealth, don't you forget. BH: But not of good taste: he's immersed in 50 Shades of Grey. Your favorite book... KL: Stop it, Bibi! I just bought it out of curiosity and forced myself to read it in deference to the money wasted. BH: Nonsense, Lili... Otherwise you wouldn't have had it signed by the author at the movie premiere... which you also attended without telling me... KL: I... that's not even true... that was... another book and another movie! Yes... that was... that was Barbie! I went with Harumi as it brought back childhood memories that she wanted to share with me, that's all. BH: Because Harumi played with Barbies? KL: When she had the time, yes. She would never spend her days on the computer writing My Immortal like a certain grandmaster... BH: My Immortal?! I beg your pardon, Lili? KL: I know it's you, Bi... You can't hide it any longer. Can you imagine if the world found out the truth? How terrible it would be for your reputation? BH: Is it a threat, brother? KL: No, a promise. If you keep implying that I love 50 Shades of Grey. BH: Then what about the autograph? KL: I'm not explaining how it got into the book, I assure you. BH: And I can't explain how My Immortal got into my Google docs either. In the meantime, Tom is leaving with your book. KL: No! For Fire God's sake, not my signed copy! It's dedicated to me! BH: How terrible for your reputation, brother.
Sub-Zero: Right, I admit! I wrote My Immortal. Smoke: And to think I once idolized you.
Sub-Zero: Our literary feud stings. Scorpion: Shirai-ryu vs Lin Kuei. The Ancients vs the Moderns. Nothing new under the sun.
Scorpion: Our resolve cannot waver, brother. Smoke: So you do really want to start an autograph sale business?
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feli-artblog · 8 months
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Red, White & Royal Blue stickers 9/?
Available on my Etsy shop
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adharastarlight · 1 year
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The temptation to write about Nick clearly being gay for Gatsby in my english literature exam next week... its a mock so it wouldn't be the end of the world if it went badly??? Seriously someone talk me out of this or I'll do it
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godteri-takk · 11 months
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I love them QwQ wish they got to be w each other more
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torbooks · 1 year
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~adjusted by popular request~
This advertisement is for a science fiction book called Ocean’s Echo by Everina Maxell.
WHAT IS IT ABOUT:
Tennal is a vapid socialite with the ability to read minds, and Lt. Surit Yeni is a soldier with a chip on his shoulder who has been tasked with using his own neuromodifications to overpower Tennal’s will and conscript him into service within the space military. But Surit’s not (that much of) an asshole, so they lie to all the space soldiers with all their space guns. But then a chaotic salvage-retrieval mission upends a decades-old power struggle and also compromises the security of their falsehood. Can two unwilling weapons of war bring about peace?
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jasontoddssuper · 6 months
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Jason Todd would get offended if someone called him a theater kid.He does his best to be cool and edgy and is also a grown ass man,i think he'd even prefer being called a nerd
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gatheringbones · 5 months
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[“It was only after I came out as a dyke that, for the first time in my life, I felt ready to celebrate being a girl, and I did. Actually, I overdid. Armed with Esther Newton’s Mother Camp, Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble, and Joan Nestle’s A Restricted Country, I embraced femme. I dressed up in short flowery dresses, pushup bras, satin panties, and lacy stockings. I paid great attention to my long, curly, perfectly-coiffed hair, my glamorous makeup, and especially my pouty lips. I spritzed Lola’s smell on my skin—Estee Lauder’s Private Collection—and painted my nails. I wore all of it with black combat boots and a brilliant sense of irony. I reveled in my girliness, went over the top, learned how to tweeze my eyebrows and line my lips with a lip pencil.
My gender presentation was unmistakable: blatant female sexuality. I was a proud, in-your-face, take-no-prisoners, uppity, don’t-assume-I’m-straight-because-I-wear-lipstick-and-dresses femme dyke. Because femmes are always assumed to be straight or sleeping with men, and I do sleep with men, I made sure to always have a butch on my arm so I’d be read as femme. Even though I was sure I’d be mistaken for straight, the boys took one look at me and steered clear. It was as if I was too much of a woman for them to handle, like I was a handful, and I was. But butch girls love a handful—a handful of tits, a handful of ass, a girl who needs to be handled, a girl who can handle herself.
How I figured out I was a femme had a lot to do with the women I was attracted to and the dynamic between us. When I was in junior high, I used to mess around with a friend of mine named Angela. Angela was one of those girls who developed early; I remember she had big breasts in like sixth grade. We mostly kissed and touched over clothes, and we played out various boy-girl scenarios. I was always the girl—my early femme roots. My favorite of all our little scenes was the one where she was my male boss and I was the secretary. The boss made me have sex with him and told me if I didn’t I would get fired. Now this was all before Clarence Thomas, Anita Hill and the media awareness/obsession with sexual harassment. I remember she’d tell me to suck her dick and push my face unmercifully into her crotch, which smelled amazing,. The drama of it all—the force, the degradation, the power games—really got me off. After that, there was no going back to simplicity. I was hooked on the power.
Jen really epitomized all the girls I was attracted to then and still am. Being with a butch girl, I was valued for my combination of strength and vulnerability, for dressing up, for wanting an arm to hold onto, hips to wrap my legs around, being able to give my body over to her and say, I trust you, I’m yours. My butch loved me in low-cut dresses, appreciated my sexual voraciousness, worshipped my inner slut. I reveled in the fact that I could be strong and submissive all at once. Surrender and still be a feminist. Being a dyke is not just about who I fuck and love, it’s about being a girl who doesn’t play by the rules.
Butch girls don’t play by the rules either, and I love butch girls. Girls with hair so short you can barely slide it between two fingers to hold on. Girls with slick, shiny, barbershop haircuts and shirts that button the other way. Girls that swagger. Girls who have dicks made of flesh and silicone and latex and magic. Girls who get stared at in the ladies room, girls who shop in the boy’s department, girls who live every moment looking like they weren’t supposed to. Girls with hands that touch me like they have been touching my body their entire lives. Girls who have big cocks, love blow-jobs, and like to fuck girls hard. Every day, it is the girls that get called Sir that make me catch my breath, the girls with strong jaws that buckle my knees, the girls who are a different gender that make me want to lie down for them.
Someone else said it about me recently and it’s right on target: “She gets off on all different sorts of people sexually, but she falls for butches.” Like the poet who bought her first strap-on with me and then wanted to sleep with it on. The shrink-in-training who got harassed every time she drove down South. She did look so much like a fifteen-year-old boy: blue button-down shirts, neatly-combed blond hair. The ad exec who had names for her dildos and used to love for me to spit-shine her wingtips. The photographer whose face was so mannish she could pass almost anywhere. The writer who wanted a body like Loren Cameron’s. The telephone repairwoman who drove a truck. The cook who had a boy’s name. The academic who got cruised by gay men on Castro Street. The cornfed farmboy from the Heartland with arms so hard and strong you swear they’ve been working the land, not the iron at the gym.
And there’s the one who’s got the James Dean stare down, and dresses like a clean-cut fag, and looks at me like she could look at me forever and never blink or grow tired or move from the spot she’s in. She’s a girl who loves girls like me—girls in velvet bras, girls who want to surrender to her mouth. She’s a girl who isn’t afraid to throw a femme down on the bed and fuck her. Possess her. My kind of girl. This girl is different.”]
tristan taormino, from this girl is different, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000
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fallingrealms16 · 1 month
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Destiel Fic Recs Part 2
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heheh part 2 <33333 I couldn't fit these in part 1 (*<3*)
Sounds of Someday by AlucardsBiddies
36K Words // Chapters: 13/16 // 6K Hits // UNCOMPLETED
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"His relationship with Cas is complicated. Dean doesn't know if he can fix what’s broken between them. But he sure as hell can fix the roof of the cabin so it doesn't cave when the first snowfalls.” ------------------------------------------- Dean’s world has crumbled around him. Learning God's responsible for every awful thing in his life is hitting him hard and worst of all he pushed the person he loves most away. Determined to fix them, Dean tracks Cas down to Rufus's old cabin hoping to repair it and their relationship along the way.
2. Living Broken Adjacent by LittleAngelCassie
135K Words // Chapters: 41/41 // 27K Hits // COMPLETED
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Hunt/Capture/Celebrate/Repeat. Dean Winchester’s world in four words: simple with no fuss. He’s not had a single, life-altering moment in the 13 years since he joined his dad as a professional bounty hunter. Why fix what’s not broken? That is, until everything around Dean comes to a screeching halt, leaving him alone in new surroundings. Suddenly, Dean’s forced to live in his own version of the Cuckoo’s Nest with the biter, the licker, and the joker. Where angels abound, and his roommate’s haunting blue eyes make him wonder about all his past choices. He’s got this no problem, right? WRONG! Who knew laughter and love could be found within the dull, institutional walls of a psychiatric hospital, teaching Dean that no one is ever truly broken, but sometimes you simply find yourself lost and stumbling through a life where you are living …broken adjacent.
3. Empty Spaces by thisisapaige
48K Words // Chapters: 20/20 // 5K Hits // COMPLETED
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[Castiel] found the colour. It was a green, one of the few gentle colours at the edges of his dreams and the one he tried to capture in his paintings, never quite finding the right hue. He spent so long chasing the colours, trying to find it though pills and needles, but they always evaded his grasp. Yet he found one, right here, hiding in the eyes of a stranger. He studied the colour, the subtle differences between dark and light, the little flecks of gold nearly hidden in the sea of green, the ring around the outside. He studied it, trying to commit the colour to memory. The other man cleared his throat. “Uh, dude?” Oh. Castiel forgot the colour was attached to a person. ~~~ What if Castiel had fallen before the start of the series and met Dean on a routine hunt? Set in the spring before Dean goes to find Sam in Stanford. Intended as a three part series.
4. Breathe In | Breathe Out by Elizabeth1985
222K Words // Chapters: 38/38 // 17K Hits // COMPLETED
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Guilt-stricken, Dean finds himself wasted on the asphalt behind a club with Gadreel’s trail gone cold. In what he believed was his lowest moment, Castiel came and picked him up, giving him hope for a future. But it’s all taken from him; everything he was gets twisted. The very soul of him being corrupted. Castiel has seen the ages of the world, the tragedies that would cripple the strongest men. But this? It changes everything. Mending Dean’s mind and soul should be his only priority and yet, that too, is stolen from him.
5. Starstruck by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim)
203K Words // Chapters: 50/50 // 223K hits // COMPLETED
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From the outside Castiel Novak looks like a regular guy: a good job, two teenage kids, a nice house and a crappy car he’s way too attached to. But there’s one thing no one knows about him: that, over twenty years ago, he used to live next to none other than Dean Winchester – back then a brash and loud-mouthed boy and nowadays a huge movie star and Hollywood’s sweetheart. Castiel never bothered to tell anyone about his childhood friend because frankly, who would believe him? Probably even Dean himself already forgot about his former awkward and weird neighbor, so Castiel seriously doesn’t see any point in mentioning the whole thing ever. But then an interview on national TV happens where Dean reveals way more about his past than ever before … and Castiel - as well as the rest of the world - suddenly realizes that he left a much bigger impact on Dean’s life than he originally thought.
6. Fools Rush In by sysrae
132K Words // Chapters: 35/35 // 40K Hits // COMPLETED
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''I'm sorry,' he said. The words came out in a gulp. He stumbled backwards, knocking over a pile of books and for once not caring, stopping only when he hit his desk. 'I shouldn't – I shouldn't have done that.' 'The hell you shouldn't,' Dean panted, touching two fingers against his mouth. It wasn't until he stared at their tips, his expression almost wondering, that Cas realised he was looking for blood – that he must have actually bitten him. Lust, and embarrassment, burned in him like fire. He gripped the edge of the desk and levered himself behind it, falling into his chair before his legs could give out. Had he ever kissed anyone like that? Had anyone ever kissed him like that? And why, of all people, did Dean Winchester have to be the one to make him wonder?'
Fools Rush In is a Destiel AU, complete with loan shark Crowley, cults, FBI politicking, and All The Angst Forever. Plus and also: smut.
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bidotorg · 2 years
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Virginia Woolf was a well-known author and essayist whose novels often featured bi characters.
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gaaaaaaaayypr · 6 months
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Lesbian culture is not caring about fashion but abstaining from the burning desire to wear a Victorian three piece suit and top hat.
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literarilyanerd · 6 months
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Bi visibility week continues! I've received a number of recommendations for other books with bi representation. The top row I have read and enjoyed already, and the Leigh Bardugo novels were already on my TBR, but I've added the rest to my TBR as well. Do you have a recommendation I haven't shared yet? Let me know!
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