Where fading lamplight shed its dying glow,
Hippolyta recalls and half-repents
The kisses that first thawed her youthful snow.
She sought, with tempest-troubled gaze, the skies
Of her first innocence, now far away,
As travellers who backward turn their eyes
To blue horizons passed at break of day.
Within her haggard eyes the tears were bright.
Her broken look, her dazed, voluptuous air,
Her vanquished arms like weapons shed in Right,
Enhanced her fragile beauty with despair.
Stretched at her feet Delphine contented lay
And watched with burning eyeballs from beneath
Like a fierce tigress who, to guard her prey,
Has set a mark upon it with her teeth.
“Homosexuality leads to love and families. Homophobia leads to discrimination and violence. Which is the real danger to society?” —M. Matthew Phelps
It doesn’t get said enough. They were a family. Three mothers and their adopted daughter. They wore promise rings as a symbol of their relationship, and if you consider how hugely important every piece of jewelry is in Sailor Moon, you realize that that means everything. Setsuna and Hotaru had no home, no biological family, but that didn’t matter because they made their own.
Everybody talks about how amazing it was that a children’s show in the early 90s displayed a lesbian couple. Let’s talk about how the manga displayed a lesbian family. Let’s talk about how that lesbian family included their platonic friend, who was every bit as much a parent to their daughter, and there was nothing weird about that.
((OP,I love this picture,could you possibly send me a link? ^^;;)
YES. Yes, absolutely. Their family life was depicted adorably, with every person in the family having different roles which were not necessarily along rigid gender and blood family lines: Haruka papa, Setsuna mama, and Michiru mama all took care of Hotaru. ;_;
help I have a lot of outer senshi feelings
South African mother talking about her acceptance of her transgender son. First video of its type I’ve seen.
