No, Because they are nobles in revolution-era France and will be guillotined.
you must be fun at parties
I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.
This speaks to me so much, and is probably the most important part, but let me tell you, I like this bit more:
What would be great, I think, is if I could hire some kind of old-timey town crier to precede me into any room I enter, shouting “Lesbian coming! Lesbian coming this way!” and possibly ringing some kind of bell. Then everyone would already know before our interaction commenced, and they could be pleasant or horrible as the spirit moved them, but at least we’d be communicating from a place of honesty and I wouldn’t have to worry about whether I’ll inadvertently reveal myself.
one of the strange things about having a male partner is the unexpected moments when i mention (often without thinking much of it) previous partners or that i identify as queer & the conversation kind of shuts down. i am acutely aware of how my current partner affects the way i am treated.
ooc: Reblogging because holy shit.
I aspire to be this woman when I’m older.
This woman was born before women were legally allowed to vote.
So don’t think for a second that she’s joking when she sees you trying to take that right away, Republicans.
I def have some issues with the Obama administration, but man do I want to be her when I grow up.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE
i promise to reblog this every time it shows up on my dash