I talk real tough for a bitch who cries at the end of every episode of Queer Eye
“In 1907, the brilliant Colette caused a sensation at the Moulin Rouge when she appeared with her lesbian lover Missy (the marquise de Morny) in a one-act pantomime called Rêve d’Egypte (Dream of Egypt). Dressed in a costume… Colette played a mummy waiting to be ‘unpacked’ by the ‘male’ archaeologist, played by Missy. The performance provoked an audience uproar when they kissed; as Colette’s biographer Judith Thurman asserts, ‘the stage was immediately bombarded with coins, orange peels, seat cushions, tins of candy, and cloves of garlic, while the catcalls… and shouts of ‘Down with the dykes’ drowned out an orchestra of forty musicians.” — Piya Pal-Lapinski’s The Exotic Woman in Nineteenth-Century British Fiction and Culture (2005)
have u ever liked someone so much that literally all u can think about is kissing them and holding them and doing everything in ur power to make them happy
