Our History Lights the Dark

I haven’t blogged for a while and I have been thinking a lot about the direction I want to take. But honestly, fuck it, I’ll write what I feel like writing and it will be a mix of everything that takes my interest.

At the moment I am interested in Goddesses, uncovering female history, trying to find something, anything, authentically female in the historical sources that have come down to us. Honestly, it’s not easy, because everything has a layer of semen on it. I mean this figuratively of course. Men have this habit of taking everything from us and turning it against us. But I don’t want to talk about them, they don’t interest me.

I am particularly looking for authentic lesbian history. Again, it’s obscured by not only men, but by women too. The majority smears our stories with their interpretation and feeds them back to us, forever tainted.

Vilified across the centuries, forever hidden. Maligned by all cultures throughout the globe. Yet we persist, biology persists, they can’t erase us despite their attempts. We just keep coming back.

I will write about our now, and our then, in order to serve our future.

We need our own culture, we need our own names and rituals. We need to preserve the ones we have and create new ones to hand down to future lesbians. So that they can have something to cling to in the dark.

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