My Brotherâs Husband tells the story of Yaichi, a single father raising his daughter, and Mike Flanagan, a Canadian man who was married to Yaichiâs twin brother Ryoji. Mike travels unannounced to Japan after his husbandâs recent passing. Yaichi must face his deceased twinâs sexuality and overcome his own preconceptions, and Mike learns what caused the brothers to drift apart.
The manga by Gengoroh Tagame will debut as a TV drama on NHKâs BS Premium in March 2018 and will star Ryuta Sato as Yaichi and former sumo wrestler Baruto Kaito as Mike.
date a selkie, but donât hide her cloak. let her go home and visit her family now and then, knowing that sheâll come back and hang her seal cloak in the closet like she always does. trust is important.
The first time she lets the redhead take her home, sheâs diligent about hiding her cloak. She folds it carefully against tears and rips and abrasions, and hides it in a sea cave whose entrance is concealed by the tide.
She does the same, the second and third and fourth times, careful, wary, mindful of her motherâs lessons. Remembers the way her motherâs hands had chafed on her soft cheeks, rough with cooking and cleaning for her fisherman husband, the way her motherâs peat-dark eyes had been tense and harsh with the lesson.
âMind me, Niahm. Never let them find your cloak.â
The way her motherâs mouth had curved, a sickle of dissatisfaction and relief and envy, as she had escaped into the waves.
So she minds her motherâs lesson, and she takes care with her cloak.
Would that she had taken as much care with her heart.
The fifth time, she wears the cloak to the girlâs door, clutched about her throat, dripping along the darkened lanes.
She enters the home, welcomed with soft kisses and gentle touches and kindling passion. She drapes the cloak, artful in her carelessness, across an old wooden chair, the one that creaks and tilts slightly if you donât sit just right.
When she wakes, in the wee hours of the morning, even before her lover, the cloak still rests, supple and dappled by the sea, on the back of the chair.
She frowns into the softening dawn, dons the cloak, and returns to the sea.
And again, the sixth time. And the seventh.
The eighth time, she finally breaks, prickling and hurt with longing, gripping a handful of russet hair in her hand, firm with emphasis.
âSurely you know what I am,â she says to her lover, the cool froth of sea foam and the call of gulls curling around her voice.
âOf course,â her lover responds, soft and tender in the dawnlight, throat arched willingly, pale as the inner whorls of a shell. âYou taste of the sea,â the girl whispers, reverently.
She shakes her loverâs head gently, fingers tangled still in russet locks. âWhy?â she demands. âWhy wonât you keep me?â
A long silence that waits and fills, like a tidepool, stretches between them. Cool as a current. Deep as the Channel.
Her loverâs eyes are dark and tender. âMust I trap you to keep you, my heart? Is that the shape of love that you desire?â
She sinks into the thought, struck and stymied, remembering her motherâs harsh hands, her cold eyes. Her hand eases into russet waves, caresses where her grip had punished. Her lips press cool and damp as the sea against the arching curve of her loverâs shoulder. âWhat shape of love will you give to me?â
The answer is easy, quick, certain. âMyself. Only myself, whenever you should wish it. Your cloak by the door, your body in my bed, and the freedom to go, whenever you must. As long as you wish.â
Itâs not an answer a fisherman could ever give, nor would think to.
The ninth time, she hangs her cloak by the door, draped in careful dappled folds next to a drying oilskin jacket.
if you want to ask a bisexual or asexual person about their sexual history to verify that theyâre queer, but you donât want them to take it the wrong way, try this useful communication technique:
give them twenty dollars and go away.
As a bi person, I can attest to the beneficiality of this method.
As an ace i second that^
if twenty dollars doesnât work for you then forty dollars is also fine
We donât accept checks, but money orders will work.
activists at barnard college providing âlabelsâ, photographed by susan rennie and published in off our backs: a womenâs newsjournal vol. 3 no. 6, february 1973
Black an white photo of two women, one standing, one seated.Â
Behind them is a hand-written sign reading,Â
âYEA – Itâs a heavy trip. BUT! This is a chance to CHOOSE YOUR OWN LABEL instead of having someone else do it for you:
âthe Bible says homosexuality is a sinâ well the Bible also has a lot of sexism, rape, incest, violence and a lot of contradictory messages in general because it was written by people and people have agendas
I donât really think that God even has the time to care about if people are gay like if heâs got a whole world to run there are more important things anyway
And if God is love, heâs not just loving me if I am what he wants; heâs loving me as the person he made me to be, which is a queer person
You canât say âI love you, and I made you gay but Iâm sending you to hell you awful sinnerâ my dude that doesnât make sense itâs not like hell has a low population is it
The god I believe in loves queer people because thatâs how he made us
the bible doesnât condemn homosexuality anyway. Itâs content taken out of context and misinterpreted over hundreds of years of translations, re-translations, and mis-translations.Â
Hell, in Kenneth Davisâs Donât Know Much About The Bible, thereâs a passage that absolutely blows my mind and proves just how much we can misinterpret with simple translation mistakes:Â
âIn researching the worldâs oldest city, for instance, I learned that Joshuaâs Jericho is one of the oldest human settlements. It also lies on a major earthquake zone. Could that simple fact of geology have had anything to do with those famous walls tumbling down? Then I discovered that Moses and the tribes of Israel never crossed the Red Sea but escaped from Pharaoh and his chariots across the Sea of Reeds, an uncertain designation which might be one of several Egyptian lakes or a marshy section of the Nile Delta. This mistranslation crept into the Greek Septuagint version and was uncovered by modern scholars with access to old Hebrew manuscripts.â
The bible is one long-ass game of telephone, whispered around the world in dozens if not hundreds of languages, for thousands of years. I have a hard time knowing what my grandpa is talking about, when he starts going on about the technology or practices of his youth, and that was only about 80 years ago, in the same country and in the same language as me. So why every Joe on the streets thinks they can take one or two verses, completely out of context and probably mis-translated several times to boot, and use it to spout propaganda and hatred for an entire group of people will forever be beyond me.Â
Youâre all valid, and frankly, if there is a âloving God,â then that God will be happy to see you happy. Seriously.Â
I needed that. Thank you.
The Bible wasnât faxed down from the sky, people, itâs been compiled and formulated for hundreds of years until it became what it is today. And yes, misinterpreted by whoever with whatever agenda-of-the-day.
And hypocrites always stick to the word and not the spirit of any religion: to love, to help, to respect, to protect, and to strive to make the world a better place.
Yup, Jesus never said ANYTHING against LGBT people. All he said was donât be greedy, donât be lustful and donât be wrathful. The fact that LGBTphobes took those instructions out of context to justify their LGBTphobia is pretty telling!
Hey, your friendly neighborhood Jew here!
You guys know that verse in Leviticus that homophobes like to trot out? Well, Iâm here to tell you:
They donât read Hebrew and they donât know shit.
And now hereâs something you probably wonât hear from any of those Fine Christian Folks ⢠anytime soon, either:
We do read Hebrew and we still donât know shit.
Hereâs the thing. The most âaccurateâ word-for-word translation of that verse would say âa man shall not lie with another man; it is forbidden.â
Hereâs the issue.
The grammar surrounding âmenâ in that sentence isnât correct, and the word Iâve translated as âforbiddenâ is âtoevah,â a word so fucking old we literally donât know what it meant anymore.
The strange sentence construction suggests that âlie with another manâ uses a feminine construction you wouldnât normally find in a sentence thatâs entirely about men, and while âtoevahâ means âforbidden,â itâs not actually clear what is forbidden. Hereâs an incomplete list of possibilities:
Pederasty (adult male/adolescent male sex) is full-stop forbidden, a man sleeping with a male prostitute is full-stop forbidden, a man sleeping with a man as part of any kind of sex magic or fertility ritual is forbidden.
And my rabbiâs personal interpretation, based on the sentence construction: a man shouldnât sleep with another man in a womanâs bed. (So basically: donât cheat on your wife with a dude, which is probably treated separately from âdonât commit adulteryâ because adultery would come with the risk of an illegitimate child.)
Youâll notice none of these involve âew, you disgusting gays.â
Unless you accept a word-for-word literal translation with zero consideration for the social mores and other tribes surrounding Israel contemporary with the writing of Torah, nothing about this commandment has anything to do with our modern understanding of queer people having committed relationships. Once you start taking the rituals and practices of Israelâs contemporaries into account, it suddenly becomes clear why these prohibitions would have been put into place (sex magic was common in the cult of Baâal, for example, while pederasty was practically a requirement in Greece).
If youâre just a person out there loving other people of the same gender as you?The Torah says nothing against you. But do you know what our literary tradition does say?
It puts you in the company of Naomi and Ruth.
Ruth is considered the first convert, and her vow to her mother-in-law Naomi (after Ruthâs husbandâs death) forms the basis of our modern marriage vows. âWhere you go, I shall go, and where you lodge, I shall lodge; your people shall be my people, and your G-d my G-d; and where you die I shall die, and there shall I be buried.â Ruth remarries as prescribed by law at the time, but even when a child is born of that new union, nobody calls it âRuthâs and Boazâs childââthey all say a child has been born to Ruth and Naomi.
You are in the company of a woman whose name we invoke in our prayers and whose life we celebrate. I wear her words around my shoulders on my tallit, my sacred prayer shawl. Since we consider that everything in the Tanakh is intended for learning and study, what might we take from this story, but that a queer person can be virtuous and beloved of G-d?
Iâve seen a bunch of people in the notes concerned (like I was) of comparisons of members of the lgbt to dogs: but upon visiting their website I was reassured that they monitor a variety of content, including (but not limited to):
THIS IS A GOOD SITE
I just wanna reblog this here and point out that this is actually a site I use a lot.Â
Im not one of those who get like overly upset by passing of dogs in movies, but growing up in a family where we had to put down a lot of dogs ourselves that we loved very dearly, it does break the immersion for me, which ruin movies.Â