tumblr tuesday: cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
Yeehaw is a state of mind. It's a way of life. It's funky little dudes (gender neutral) bouncing around the wide prairies with their good pony pals and their very good pals, who may also be their lovers. Here's some very good and also very queer cowboy art.
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The original song is from 1981, which, like... the lyrics reflect a different, older understanding of queerness, but -- I have to stress -- this was originally recorded in 1981, and Willie Nelson recorded a cover in 2006 [EDIT: I heard the original as a kid, and I always thought it was Willie Nelson, even before he covered it in 2006. IDK why.] And now he's recording it with Orville Peck.
Fucking rad.
Well, there's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas
There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend
And a small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes
No, a small town don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men
And I believe to my soul that inside every man, there's the feminine
And inside every lady, there's a deep manly voice loud and clear
Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he's done with his women
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
Say, what do you think all them saddles and boots was about?
And there's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels for his brother
And inside every cowboy, there's a lady that'd love to slip out
And there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead
So when you talk to a cowboy, don't treat him like he was a sister
You can't fuck with a lady that's sleepin' in each cowboy's head
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
What do you think all them saddles and boots was about?
And there's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels for his brother
And inside every lady, there's a cowboy that wants to come out
And inside every cowboy, there's a lady that'd love to slip out
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My post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure has just updated! Read it here, for free on my Patreon! This is only the third installment of PART TWO, so it's still a great time to hop on board!! I just made a summary of the first part, here, which tells you basically everything you need to know about Lou, her unrequited(?) love, and the ill-advised journey she is beginning as of this update.
In the previous update, we found out (kind of) what the object of Lou's affection wrote to her in that heavily, heavily perfumed letter. In this update, she has to deal with what she learned. Her traveling companion/special delivery, Holliday, is being... quite nice? At least, comparatively? They have a bit of "And There Was Only One Bed" going on, in that they're sharing a tent made for one. That's fun, right? Sleepover!!
Excerpt under the cut!
“I’m sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news, Lou, truly I am,” she said. She stroked the back of Lou’s hung head. Lou was surprised to find she found the gesture comforting, not condescending or overly familiar.
“It’s not all bad,” Lou said, her head still resting face-down on her knees. Her voice sounded pinched and nasal to her own ears and her throat felt almost too tight to speak. The knees of her jeans were thoroughly soaked through with tears. “She said she loves me.”
“Oh,” Holliday said, her brows knitting together. She held her other hand to her chest. “Oh, you poor thing.”
“She said. Right? That she loves me back?” Lou said. “She did say.”
“Oh, honey,” Holliday said. She cupped Lou’s chin and tilted her face up, searching her face for something, but Lou didn’t know what. Her hand was not as soft as Lou had expected it to be since everything else about her was so refined. “Bless your heart.”
Something about having to meet her eye made the tears start back up with renewed vigor. It hurt. It hurt bad. She wanted to say that it wasn’t fair, but that wasn’t how these things worked and frankly, Venus was right. That only made it hurt more. She couldn’t even gnash her teeth and wail against the injustice of it all. Venus was right, she was never around. She was always away. She was unpredictable and unreliable. She’d been so happy to be a rolling stone, gathering no moss for so long and now it was biting her in the ass. Turned out, girls liked when you were a little mossy.
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tumblr tuesday: yeehawgust!
Gee up! We’re already halfway through this year’s Yeehawgust, but there’s still time to take part. Did you know cowboys would move cattle roughly 15 miles in a day so as not to wear their charges out or make ’em too skinny? Did you know the all-important camp cook was sometimes referred to as the “biscuit shooter,” “belly cheater,” or “bean master?” Did you know cowboys would often sing to their sleepy cattle to soothe them at night?
Whether you’re the strong and silent type scanning the horizon or the joker of the group perpetually playing pranks and your harmonica by the fire, strap on your chaps, tilt your hats just so, and swing yourselves into your saddles. This is your Yeehawgust roundup.
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tumblr tuesday
Yeehaw is a state of mind. It's a way of life. It's funky little dudes (gender neutral) bouncing around the wide prairies with their good pony pals and their very good pals, who may also be their lovers. Here's some very good and queer cowboy art.
@drizzledrawings:
@fruitgravies:
@katieaki:
@pup-pyro:
@skrimshaw:
@sapphicwitchstudio:
@r--something:
@porcelainnpines:
@lights-on-the-ridge:
@ludodraws:
It's Yeehawgust, so here's a throwback to a Tuesday in June when we found all these excellent cowfolks by excellent queer artists. Here's your queer cowboy roundup!
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“Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other" is a song written by musician Ned Sublette in 1981 and covered by Willie Nelson in 2006.
I really wanted to finish this piece for YeeHaugust, but alas, it was a menace from start to finish to restart to second finish.
Some of the lyrics use outdated language, but I loved this line so much I asked Gav to draw an image to go with it for me to embroider. 8x8 inches, hand-stitched.
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Cowboy Spock is riding his horse
Drew this because we were robbed of fun outfits in the episode where they go to the OK corral shootout. Let Spock wear a cowboy hat.
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