Ok I don’t mean to be doing this too often but I literally just wrote a paper about this so I thought I would comment! The English translation is The Cursed Woman but the original French is La Femme Damnée. “Femmes Damnées” was the title of a Baudelaire poem from his acclaimed 1857 book Fleurs du mal, which was known, among other things, to be a collection that famously dealt with the subject of lesbians. The poem tells the story of the desires and passionate love between two lesbians: Delphine and Hippolyte. As a result of this poem and of the book as a whole, the terms “fleurs du mal” and “femme damnée” became lesbian monikers of the turn of the century. Though some have deemed the term “damned women” to be accusatory of some moral dissonance, the poem it is derived from is actually quite sympathetic to the condition of lesbian love as it is a love which is unable to fully flourish in that time. Regardless, the translated title of Tassaert’s painting is misleading, as the original French is less accusatory and more identifying. The title is more accurately “the lesbian.”
i absolutely cannot be assed actually interacting with the op here because ugh, antis so-
as a queer trans person, i actually love it when there’s more ‘gross fetishy’ porn of people like myself to read because i really like seeing my kinda people being horny when i am also horny and looking for something to get off to. hope that helps :3
Have you noticed it’s always just code for “you may not make horny content of queer people at all” like we’re some kind of sexless purity icons. Mmmm conservatism methinks
Ah, are the antis still stuck in the “Cishets are scum, die” era of discourse?
I’m pretty sure you are not supposed to actually put all the weight on the face, though. Like, I think you are supposed to basically kneel, putting your weight on the knees, and just kind of press the ass in enough to make light pressure
Like even if you are tiny and like 90 pounds, that is still too much weight for a face
Apply pressure until notified elsewise or you stop feeling breathing
I’ll tell you what’s enough weight for my face until I do you keep going
