#c-slur

I can’t handle queer or cripple or faggot or hermaphrodite (all slurs I may technically be able to reclaim). They hurt to read and they hurt to type. They evoke the names I’ve been called even if I’ve never been shouted them in the street or at events (though I generally have been).

Maybe it’s an internet bias scenario where the ones who reclaim are the loud ones but… I never heard the quiet ones and I feel like I’m alone. I feel like they’re being reclaimed for the community without us (which is why I am so adamant in telling people that you can only ever reclaim for yourself).

First I’m so sorry I feel like my blog is just one big spoiler for Harlots but. Oh that scene. THAT SCENE. I am obligated to reblog it every time I see it. The whole thing.... the idea that Nancy is absolutely torn apart because she still believes Mags is dead- but she’s trying to comfort Charlotte who is mourning- every fucking thing she’s been through that season lol. And then... that beautiful revelation. The line- the delivery! ughh. I’d always loved Nance but that scene was the scene that she coiled around my heart and I became absolutely fixated. Well, that and “Goodbye, little Maggie Mudpie” oh my battered HEART! But I completely agree @lyledebeast that whole episode is one of my absolute favorites of the whole series. So intense and powerful.

cw: contains archaic sex worker slurs

Damn you to the skies! 

We must simply muzzle the baying bitch. 

No money, no cunny. 

Come on, London, I am virgin fresh! Three shillings to see my little coal hole! Come on, you sailors, take me on! 

You are a paragon of perjury. 

Women will always be at the mercy of mens’ power. - It’s not your power we’re at the mercy of. It’s your weakness.

Stitch that child with silk and a gold needle. She’ll still be dead.

She’s lost a friend. They’re scarcer than hens teeth.

What a pair of colluding pixies you are

Never in my life did I think I’d be glad to see that muckspout 

You foul bitch!

You are busy holding back a tide of vice, Sir. No mean feat.

I wanna live long enough to see my muff turn silver. 

Theres poxy rats on those prison ships. I can’t be doing with rats. 

You saddle-goose!

Ale and rage. It’s a potent mix.

There’s that many corpses clinging to your skirts you’re starting to reek.

How many more of us are going to clinch the pillory or dance with the hangman?

We are a sewer full of rats being ruled by a handful of foxes. It’s time we showed our teeth!

You lily-livered fucker!

Show us your face you quivering cunt!

You soft-bellied cowards!

A frightened man is a very dangerous thing.

I’d see her locked in limbo, handless with an itch in her arse.

Well it’s a brave cat that licks at that cream.

You’re as drunk as a lord.

I haven’t had a decent fuck since I’ve been here.

Tell the world The Duchess of Quim is bestowing her favors again.

Fancies himself as Hades does he? I’ve had a couple of them. And a few Lucifers.

I only have a few rules, girls. No orgies, flagellation, or bestiality. Otherwise you are at liberty.

You fret like an old crone.

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