Women Resisting Heterosexuality In Western Art History

oh, a dog!

oh. a man.

what’s got you so happy, darling

what are you smiling about?

my hat

my beautiful hat over there

not me not me not me please God not me let him pick anyone but me, not me, not me, not me

what i need

is a throne so big

i can’t see any men from it

maybe it won’t be so bad

getting married

maybe it w —

DON’T

if I played my cards right

I think I could make it look like an accident

wouldn’t you find it easier if we danced the normal way?

face to face, i mean

oh no

i always dance this way

i always have to look at something else when i’m dancing

what’s that

I said, I —

oh no

i’m sorry

i simply can’t hear you

my hat’s on too tight

you’ll have to talk to someone else

why don’t you go talk to George

he hasn’t got on any hats at all

at last

they were so close to their goal they could almost taste it —

a dress so big that men couldn’t get close enough to talk to them

her own drink

a cigar

and no one —

she found herself starting at every sound, as if someone was going to come and take her solitude from her

she envied the cat

as only a woman who was never left alone could

i don’t know

it’s fine

they’re all fine

i have to get back to running my abbey now

“what if this wall weren’t here,” she thought suddenly to herself in horror

“he’d probably step right over”

“i probably wouldn’t even be able to finish my book in peace”

not so much fun now, is it

not so much fucking fun when you’re the one who has to listen to the lute for fucking hours, is it

mmhmm

yes that’s very weaving

very interesting while i’m trying to weave here, i mean

thank you!!

thank you so much for the grapes that’s so sweet

you can just leave them here and go

i can take it from here, grape-wise