There's plenty more fruit in the orchard, so go out and shake that tree

[sovay]

It made my night to discover that the first known lesbian magazine in America was the creation of a twenty-five-year-old secretary for RKO skiving gayly off on the clock, writing, editing, and distributing nine monthly installments of Vice Versa (1947–48) before Howard Hughes cratered her free time along with the rest of the studio. It turned out I had heard of her as an early science fiction fan, but somehow not in her equally groundbreaking capacity as a queer folk singer. I could find a cover, but I hope someone has at least a cassette of her own rendition of the superbly sapphic "Always True to You, Darling, in My Fashion," which I like to imagine made its way back around to Cole Porter. I love her queer bridges of filk and fanzine, not to mention the plus ça change of her expressed interest in the occult. Her film reviews are both attentive to their queer content and appreciative—four decades ahead of Boyd McDonald—of their content for queers. I will certainly be trying to find a copy of Club de femmes (1936). The internet has vastly failed me in not providing the lyrics to "I'm a Boy Being a Girl."

Comments

[selkie]

Thank you, Gentlethem! Make sure you picture pin curls, correctly coy dimples, and Victory Red for full filk effect. (I could wish Victory Red looked better on me. I'm Ashki-sallow underneath and it's such a blue red.)

[sovay]

(I could wish Victory Red looked better on me. I'm Ashki-sallow underneath and it's such a blue red.)

I've still seen you work the hell out of a turret lathe.

[selkie]

These aren’t rifle barrels. They’re table legs.
*eyelash deployment protocol initiated*