Clare. She/ her. Lesbian. 16.
maybe i’m overthinking things but the idea of some carol singers showing up at your door, telling you to bring out some pudding and insisting they won’t leave until they get it like in the classic “we wish you a merry christmas” is honestly terrifying
me: *opening the door* merry chr-
carol singer, pointing a glock at my head: your figgy pudding or your life
Anonymous asked:
makingqueerhistory answered:
“Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you, none other than you is in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here — and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language”
This is from a letter Emily Dickinson wrote to her sister-in-law
“I have tried hard to think what you would love, of something I might send you — I at last say my little Violets, they begged me to let them go, so here they are — and with them as Instructor, a bit of knightly grass”
This is from another letter, it is important to note that both grass and violets were symbols of homosexual love
And the grande finale
Now, farewell, Susie, and Vinnie sends her love, and mother her’s, and I add a kiss, shyly, lest there is somebody there! Don’t let them see, will you Susie?
So in answer to your question; she definitely wasn’t straight
