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Sunday, July 18, 2021 - 07:00
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A historic fantasy set in medieval Portugal and inspired by a legend of the miraculous transformation of bread into roses. But is it a miracle or a curse for your touch to turn food into flowers? This story explores themes of self-harm, disordered eating, and the legacy of religious intolerance, all tied up in a slow-growing romance between a future queen and the magical woman who may be her only hope of surviving. Pinguicha has the knack of framing her story with realistic historic attitudes, beliefs, and reactions without suggesting that it places a happy ending out of reach. Highly recommended.

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Saturday, July 17, 2021 - 07:00

Lesbian Historic Motif Podcast - Episode 206 – Rosa Bonheur - transcript

(Originally aired 2021/07/17 - listen here)

I thought it would be fun to get back to doing some biography episodes. For this one, I’d like to give a shout-out to my friend Carl Cipra, who sent me a magazine article about French artist Rosa Bonheur which was sitting there on my desk waiting to inspire me for a podcast topic.

Bonheur’s story is not simply that of a fascinating and talented woman who also engaged in a long-term domestic relationship with another woman—and whose family was enthusiastically supportive of that relationship—but also the all-too-familiar story of women who were considered geniuses and superstars in their own time but have been gradually erased from public awareness. It’s the tiresome phenomenon where people are tricked into thinking that “women didn’t do X” and each generation has to assemble lists, and write books, and do podcasts to prove the falseness of the claim.

But let’s start out with Bonheur’s life and background. She was born in 1822, the oldest child, in a family that would be full of artists. Her father painted landscapes and portraits and married one of his drawing students, a brother and sister were also painters, and another brother was a sculptor. Her father’s preoccupation with the religious-philosophical movement of San-Simonianism left the family destitute, although the movement’s embracing of gender equality led him to support education for girls and was a significant influence on Bonheur’s refusal to let gender limit her. She was evidently a boisterous child—a trait that led people to view her as masculine—and her formal schooling was something of a trial for all concerned. But she took to drawing avidly and her mother used her joy in art as a gateway to get her through the other basics of education.

Her mother, alas, died when Bonheur was eleven. Her formal education ended at that point, but after an abortive assignment as an apprentice dressmaker, her father took her on as an art student and set her on the same program of study that she would have had access to in art academies if only she had been a boy. Eventually, the Bonheur family became their own art studio.

Throughout her life, Bonheur’s love and greatest triumphs were with naturalistic paintings of animals and landscapes. She studied her subjects both from life—eventually collecting something of a menagerie for the purpose that included a pet lioness—and in death, studying anatomy at slaughterhouses. At age 18 she had her first salon exhibition, including a painting of two rabbits. But her most famous works were monumental paintings of agricultural scenes: her first professional commission Ploughing in the Nivernais and perhaps her best known work The Horse Fair—a painting measuring 8 feet tall and 16 feet wide, depicting horses being displayed for sale in the heart of Paris. The horses crackle with energy and movement, depicted with photographic realism against a somewhat softer and more nebulous landscape. I love that particular work. It’s unforgettable. I remember first seeing it used on the endpapers of the edition of Anna Sewell’s equine biography Black Beauty that I was given as a child. Though of course at the time I knew nothing about the artist.

With works like The Horse Fair, Bonheur catapulted into artistic fame and economic success. She bought a chateau to use as a home base and studio. She traveled to Scotland to paint and made a fan of Queen Victoria while there. The French empress Eugénie presented her with the Legion of Honour. She hobnobbed with royalty and the artistic elite of the day. She intersected with other prominent female celebrities such as actress Charlotte Cushman’s circle, and novelist George Sand. But none of that is why I’m doing a podcast about her.

Bonheur rejected conventional norms of femininity in all manner of ways, from choosing an artistic career, to habitually wearing trousers “for practicality,” she said, when tramping about in fields and slaughterhouses in search of models. This was at a time when it was literally illegal in France for women to wear trousers and she had to be granted a “permit to cross-dress” from the police, by a doctor’s request that it was “for the sake of her health.” Formal portraits and photographs of her show her in skirts with a braided masculine-style coat, but personal reports indicate that trousers were her more typical everyday dress. She joked, in a letter to a friend, that people who met her weren’t always sure what sex she was. When asked why she had never married, she deflected. No one had ever asked her. She was married to her art.

But a more relevant fact is that Rosa Bonheur lived for four decades in a loving committed partnership with Nathalie Micas, a woman she had known since childhood and a fellow painter. The partnership ended only with Nathalie’s death, after which Bonheur entered into another partnership, this time with American artist Anna Klumpke, whom Bonheur named the sole heir to her estate—somewhat to the dismay of her birth family.

But the story of Bonheur’s relationships with women is even more intriguing for the acceptance they found from their family and community. Around the time that Bonheur was 19, the wealthy Monsieur Micas hired Bonheur’s father to paint Nathalie’s portrait and the two young women met. The Micases became something of surrogate parents to Bonheur, encouraging her to set up her own studio and helping her find commissions. Rosa and Nathalie became inseparable. And about a decade later when Monsieur Micas was on his deathbed, he evidently commended the two women to each other and gave them his blessing as a couple. I say “evidently” only because the account is a dramatization by Anna Klumpke of what Rosa Bonheur had recounted to her, so a certain amount of interpretation may have been involved. So whether Nathalie’s father actually had the two women kneel down at his bedside so he could place his hands on their heads and proclaim, “Never leave each other’s side, my dear children, and may God keep you.” or whether the reality was somewhat different, in any event Bonheur moved into the Micas home and the two were openly recognized as a couple until Nathalie’s death 40 years later.

In the 19th century, professional women with female partners had to deal with societal expectations that one would play the husband role and the other the wife. Even when the couple themselves didn’t share out their labor that way, society might assign the labels, following assumptions based on age or status. But an extremely common pattern was for the couple themselves to adopt roles modeled after heterosexual partnerships. A woman with a career, particularly one in the arts or education, would find it difficult to maintain her professional independence in the context of a heterosexual marriage, and many such 19th century women offered this as the reason for not marrying. But a household still needed management, and when the majority of women were trained up to perform that management, it might seem natural for the member of a female couple who did not have an outside profession—or whose profession was seen as less prominent or less prestigious—to take on that role.

A few years after Nathalie’s death, Bonheur—now in her late 70s—struck up a relationship with 43-year-old Anna Klumpke, an American artist of portraits and genre scenes. Klumpke was born in 1856 in San Francisco to a family whose wealth came from real estate. (When you consider that she was born only 7 years after the California gold rush of 1849, you can imagine the context of that success.) A childhood leg injury that resulted in permanent disability motivated her mother to take her to Germany for treatments, and that—along with her parents’ divorce—meant that she spent most of her youth in Europe. In her mid-20s, Klumpke began studying art formally in Paris, with exhibitions of her work in the mid 1880s. Rosa Bonheur’s work was part of her studies at the time, though it isn’t clear that they met until later. After a few years back in the States teaching, Klumpke returned to Paris. She met Bonheur in 1895 with the intent of painting her portrait.

Bonheur was bluntly honest with her about what a relationship might mean. “Most people take a pretty dim view of women who live together,” she wrote. “I’ve been battling that prejudice my whole life long.” But 3 years after they met, they moved in together and signed a contract that may have served as a formal engagement, though the substance was that Bonheur would create an art studio for Klumpke and in return Klumpke would paint three portraits of her and write her biography. Bonheur died the next year, but Klumpke fulfilled the promised biography and completed at least one portrait. The nature of what they were to each other may be interpolated from the fact that Anna Klumpke was named Rosa Bonheur’s sole heir, though Klumpke softened some of the Bonheur family’s objections by auctioning off a number of Bonheur’s works and splitting the proceeds. She founded a women’s art school named after Bonheur and established an artistic prize in her name, as well as setting up a museum of Bonheur’s life in the chateau she had inherited from her. Klumpke divided her time between Paris and San Francisco and finally settled in the latter, but after her death she returned to Paris to be buried alongside both Rosa Bonheur and Nathalie Micas.

How do we interpret these women’s lives? If they never used the word “lesbian” should we apply it to them? How should we honor Bonheur’s life-long gender transgression? Their lives were set against the background of late 19th century Paris, when an entire subculture of queer women and men was developing, yet they don’t appear to have participated in the world of demi-monde cafes and decadent literature that was the more overt face of French lesbianism at the time.

Bonheur was somewhat cagey about the nature of her relationships with Micas and Klumpke, perhaps in understandable reaction to the mean-spirited speculations of others. She once wrote about Micas, “Had I been a man, I would have married her, and nobody could have dreamed up all those silly stories. I would have had a family, with my children as heirs, and nobody would have any right to complain.” She described her relationship with Klumpke as “the marriage of two souls” using the language of romantic friendship, and described her love as “wholly virtuous,” while referring to Klumpke as her wife. And yet the woman who has purchased Bonheur’s chateau-studio and is reviving it as a museum in her honor finds it possible to claim she was, “A woman without a husband, a family, children, a lover—imagine!” So we will imagine, and perhaps see that family and lover that the world had trouble recognizing.

Show Notes

A biographical sketch of 19th century French painter Rosa Bonheur and the two women she shared her life with.

  • This topic is discussed in one or more entries of the Lesbian Historic Motif Project here: Rosa Bonheur

Links to the Lesbian Historic Motif Project Online

Links to Heather Online

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Friday, July 16, 2021 - 07:00
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Evidently I’m making a habit of reading Vo’s Singing Hills novellas in odd contexts. I read the first sitting on a gurney in an emergency room, and this one hanging out in a park near the Apple Store waiting for my phone’s batter replacement to be completed.  This has nothing to do with the content of the books, but is a testament to their convenient length and engrossing content. The tie between the two books, aside from the alternate-China setting, is the framing character of the story-collector Chih who this time finds themself unwilling audience to three tiger shapechangers who are willing to be distracted from their hunger by the chance to set the record straight regarding a previous tiger-human interaction. One partaking variously of romance and the tricky etiquette of the circumstances under which one may eat a guest. There’s enough uncertainty in how the story will come out to keep the reader unsure of just what genre they’re reading. My favorite aspect was the characterization of the tigers, who are never anything but very very tigerish.

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Thursday, July 15, 2021 - 07:00
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Cole has been doing really fun things with the trope of “contemporary royalty romance” in both this and her Reluctant Royals series by creating an entire network of invented kingdoms throughout Africa and the Mediterranean through which her Black protagonists can romp without having to dodge around the legacy of European royal history. Both series now have an f/f entry. In this novella, two complex and difficult personalities clash (and encounter an awkward attraction) around the possibility that one of them is the heir to the mysteriously-disappeared ruler of an island kingdom. If you’re here for all the tropes—bodyguard romance, forced proximity, fake relationship, missing heir, neurodivergent protagonist—then you need this book. The only thing that didn’t really work for me was the surprise twist at the end, but I can’t tell you why because: spoilers. And it might work better for you.

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Wednesday, July 14, 2021 - 07:00
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I think the only word for this book is “delightful.” In a standard-issue medievaloid fantasy setting, a teenage apprentice baker and wizard finds herself thrust into the unexpected role of saving the city-state from plots and foreign invasion. With the help of an animated gingerbread man and a magical familiar in the form of a sourdough culture named Bob.  I mean, what more do you need to know? The protagonist is believably complex and flawed and the baking-based magic (indeed, the general premise of how magic works in the world) is well-realized and woven into the plot and its resolution. I may be biased in my love of this book because the quarantine initiated me into the Sourdough Tribe. But then again, I think it’s just that good.

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Tuesday, July 13, 2021 - 07:00
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A story in O’Dell’s world of River of Souls, but starting a different series (Mage and Empire) that combines threads of romance, adventure, and mystery. You get plunged into the world with its rich geography, history, and politics pretty quickly, so it may help to have read other books set in the world to have a solid grounding. For some reason I didn’t love it as deeply as I did the River of Souls series and I’m not entirely sure why. I think I felt too off-balance with regard to where the plot was going and following all the twists and turns, betrayals and allegiances. O’Dell does fabulous world-building and I enjoyed exploring new aspects of that, but didn’t quite connect with the protagonist as much as I hoped to.

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Monday, July 12, 2021 - 07:00

One of the interesting things Manion does in this book -- though I believe she attributes the practice to someone previous -- is using "trans" as in "to trans gender" as a verb. (I don't think trans has quite made it through all the grammatical parts of speech yet, but it's worked its way through preposition to adjective to noun, so verb was a reasonable next step.) Sometimes a particular bit of imagery or re-framing can click an idea into place, and trans-as-verb did that for me.

I've been working on how to express and explain a unifying historical concept between female same-sex desire and trans-masculine identities and performance. The current view of sexuality and gender as being completely independent axes becomes a hindrance to understanding how people in history understood their own and other lives. It also encourages the treatment of historical persons as the "property" of specific modern identities--and those identities as a scarce and valuable resource. It's part of what encourages people to see a sharp divide in history between "femme-femme" love and desires/relationships that evoke a masculine-feminine dynamic.

If "trans" is an adjective or a noun, it tends to be treated as an either/or category. One is either trans or cis. A binary. But if "trans" is a verb, then it's an action that can be done to different degrees, either intermittently or continuously. One can trans gender a little or a lot, and it was still transing gender if one stops doing it. It's no longer a defined border to be crossed; a different territory to be inhabited. (My imagery is flashing on the classical Roman regional definitions of trans-alpine and cis-alpine Gaul: territories defined by their relationships both to Rome and to the mountain barrier.) Viewed in this context, one can understand any type of behavior, presentation, or inherent characteristic that does not align with a culture's established gender archetypes as performing the action of "transing" without the need to make a judgment about whether that action has effected a change in the person's category status.

This is a way of framing the idea that I need to think about some more and explore further, but I think it could be very useful for discussing historic lives without hitting some of the trip-lines that move the discussion into arguing over who "owns" those lives.

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Manion, Jen. 2020. Female Husbands: A Trans History. Cambridge University Press, Cambridge. ISBN 978-1-108-48380-3

Chapter 2: The Pillar of the Community

[The following is duplicated from the associated blog. I'm trying to standardize the organization of associated content.]

One of the interesting things Manion does in this book -- though I believe she attributes the practice to someone previous -- is using "trans" as in "to trans gender" as a verb. (I don't think trans has quite made it through all the grammatical parts of speech yet, but it's worked its way through preposition to adjective to noun, so verb was a reasonable next step.) Sometimes a particular bit of imagery or re-framing can click an idea into place, and trans-as-verb did that for me.

I've been working on how to express and explain a unifying historical concept between female same-sex desire and trans-masculine identities and performance. The current view of sexuality and gender as being completely independent axes becomes a hindrance to understanding how people in history understood their own and other lives. It also encourages the treatment of historical persons as the "property" of specific modern identities--and those identities as a scarce and valuable resource. It's part of what encourages people to see a sharp divide in history between "femme-femme" love and desires/relationships that evoke a masculine-feminine dynamic.

If "trans" is an adjective or a noun, it tends to be treated as an either/or category. One is either trans or cis. A binary. But if "trans" is a verb, then it's an action that can be done to different degrees, either intermittently or continuously. One can trans gender a little or a lot, and it was still transing gender if one stops doing it. It's no longer a defined border to be crossed; a different territory to be inhabited. (My imagery is flashing on the classical Roman regional definitions of trans-alpine and cis-alpine Gaul: territories defined by their relationships both to Rome and to the mountain barrier.) Viewed in this context, one can understand any type of behavior, presentation, or inherent characteristic that does not align with a culture's established gender archetypes as performing the action of "transing" without the need to make a judgment about whether that action has effected a change in the person's category status.

This is a way of framing the idea that I need to think about some more and explore further, but I think it could be very useful for discussing historic lives without hitting some of the trip-lines that move the discussion into arguing over who "owns" those lives.

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James Howe née Mary East had a biography unusual in tracing financial and social success, a happily married life with a wife who not only knew about her female husband’s background but had partaken in establishing their identity, and in passing through the revelation of their assigned gender relatively unscathed, despite a fair amount of drama.

[Note: I included Howe’s story in a podcast on real life queer historical stories that would make a great non-tragic movies.]

Manion has dug through archives and legal records to turn up more details of Howe’s life and marriage then I’ve seen previously. As a very brief sketch -- and with the understanding that there are parts where Howe and other involved parties may have had reason to tell the version of the story that would present themselves in the best light –- here is the gist.

Around 1732, two young women of age 16 or so, Mary East and Mary Snapes, having determined not to marry men and being intimate friends, decided to “live together thereever after”. Recognizing that this would be easier if they were taken for a married couple, they flipped a coin for who would be the man, and thus Mary East became James Howe.

Manion questions whether this division of roles was truly as arbitrary as Howe’s story implies, and points out that the story seems tailored to avoid threatening existing gender structures. In any event, after they married, they moved away from their home – a necessary prerequisite for success – and set up as tavern-keepers. A combination of good business sense and at least one lucky accident enabled them to repeatedly upgrade their business, and they ended up fairly wealthy and as pillars of their community. Their one peculiarity was that they hired no servants and did all the work of their business themselves. Presumably for reasons of privacy.

We might know nothing about this fascinating couple except for two events. A woman named Bentley, who had known them as children, recognized Howe and begin extorting small sums of money for her silence. Then, just before Bentley’s demands went from manageable to outrageous, Mary Snapes died from an illness.

After a calculation of risks we can only guess at, Howe responded to the violent demands of the extortion by appealing to a neighbor for help and revealing their assigned gender. The neighbor colluded in trapping the extortionists who were sent to prison. Howe returned to living as Mary East and retired with a considerable fortune, though bereft of the company of their wife of 32 years.

Manion analyzes the role that a successful marriage played in establishing Howe’s credentials as a man. Indeed, except for Mrs. Bentley, whose knowledge was based on personal recognition, no one seems to have questioned Howe’s maleness. But Manion traces how contemporary accounts and later histories manipulated perception of Howe’s gender via whether and in what circumstances they were granted male pronouns.

Manion tackles the intersection between lives like Howe’s and 18th century feminism. One might expect feminists to embrace proof that those born female could demonstrate the ability to succeed in life in a life reserved for men, but there was an uneasiness among feminist thought around behavioral gender-crossing. The question of whether women’s equality could be based on the fundamental equivalence of men and women, or whether it needed to work around an understanding of men and women as fundamentally different, was hotly debated. Several examples are given of feminist opinions on either the general concept, or specific examples, of persons-assigned-female “transing” gender, either via male-coded pursuits or via gender-crossing lives.

The chapter concludes by tracing shifts and reframings of how the Howes’ story was understood through the 19th century, and the challenge such lives present us to embrace a multiplicity of forms of gender and sexuality, coexisting throughout history, rather than requiring all lives to fit neatly into a set of mutually exclusive categories.

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Sunday, July 11, 2021 - 07:00
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A graphic novel telling the romance between two women in service, set in a time of social change and opportunity. One character is unapologetically plain and plump, the other is a bi-racial daughter of the English presence in India. There’s lots of exploration of family, loyalty, community, and the tricky balance between security and making a life of your own. And sex. There’s lots of sex. Which I hadn’t quite expected to see on the page given the feel of the cover art and description. Not a problem, just not expecting that. There are some fun bonus “self-fan-fic” extras at the end, including a modern-setting AU of the characters. This historic grounding of the story is wonderfully detailed and accurate and the art is delightful.

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Saturday, July 10, 2021 - 07:00
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Being a massive Jane Austen fan, I’m also something of a sucker for spin-offs that do fun things with her characters. Though I have strong opinions on some of the ones that didn’t work as well for me. This is a fun, reasonably fluffy, series in which Mr. and Mrs. Darcy play amateur detectives while encountering all manner of characters from other Austen novels in the context of cozy murders. The writing is competent, though not scintillating (and without a serious attempt to mimic Austen’s own prose). There were a few plot holes one could drive a four-in-hand through and some of the character motivations were shaky, but that’s been an issue throughout the series and yet I keep reading them. This is the sixth in the series, of which there are seven in total, and as the title suggests, brings in the characters from Persuasion, as well as a few other Austen-based side characters.

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Friday, July 9, 2021 - 07:00
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I'm still trying to figure out the factors that broke through my "reading block" in the past month. One definitely seems to be adding hard-copy books back into the mix, which is how I picked up this one. Another factor I'm beginning to suspect may have helped was trying to stop think about reading as "reading to review" and just read. It's not like I have a significant "voice" as a reviewer, and I started out posting reviews of books just to have a space to think about them a little more. But it's also the case (especially as an author myself) that I know the impact that even small voices can have in the aggregate in giving books visibility. (Even if those small voices aren't necessarily enthusiastic. I spend a lot of time focusing on sapphic fiction and my place in the book ecosystem. So it can be easy for a quiet voice to whisper that I have an obligation to read certain types of books. Which...no, I don't. And maybe that's part of my problem. Anyway, on to the review.


Not so much a collection of short fairy-tale-inspired stories as a chained series, reminiscent of the 1001 Nights, in which each narrator concludes by asking a secondary character in her story to explain what her back-story is. The tales are familiar but their interpretations are new and decidedly queer. The structure made it hard for me to put down, due to the individual stories being so bite-sized, and the tantalizing way they were linked together. “Just one more, then I’ll put it down.” Emma Donoghue is a great writer at any length, but if you want a seductive introduction to her style, this is a good entry point.

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