#jane thomas

Richmond (London) Dog Show (1969)

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Underagents | Sugar and Spies (Webcomic), I Expect You To Die (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agent 5/Jane Thomas, Lizzie Evans/Tom Robinson Characters: Agent 5 (Sugar and Spies), Tom Robinson (Sugar and Spies), Jane Thomas, Lizzie Evans (Sugar and Spies), Elise Deanne, Doc (Sugar and Spies) Additional Tags: OC characters, My OCs, really debated main tagging this for ieytd because its so tangentially related to anyone in that universe, but i wanna call it a crossover fic so were doin it, Mentions of War, intense injury, mostly only talked about but we'll see Summary:

The world has ended. The nukes were launched. The Peace Summit went awry. It's not that bad for secret agents, but it's still not preferable. Unless that is, you get tangled up in the wrong group, and you find out a little too late where one of your tea members have gone.

 The Queer Life of Cranogwen

‘Cranogwen’ (9 January 1839 - 27 June 1916), or Sarah Jane Rees, was born in Llangrannog, the daughter of Frances Rees and mariner John Rees. Unusually for the time, Cranogwen was educated at the local school along with her brothers, until the age of fifteen. Often regarded as most unusual about Cranogwen’s life is her experience as a sailor, having then joined her father on the sea, trading along the coast and sometimes to the mainland of Europe. It was however not uncommon for girls and women to accompany male members of their family to work. Sailors' wives and children did accompany them, though this was disallowed on Royal Navy ships in 1869. Some other female sailors who could now be regarded as queer, and some sailors now could be regarded as trans men. Cranogwen, however, returned to education after three years on the sea, to navigation schools in New Quay and London, and in 1859 set up her own in Llangrannog. Though there is evidence of criticism towards women running navigation schools, from churches and the ‘Blue Books,’ there is no record of such criticism towards Cranogwen.

In 1865 Cranogwen won in the National Eisteddfod at Aberystwyth with ‘Y Fodrwy Briodasol’ (The Wedding Ring), which expresses criticism of the expectation on women to marry through the viewpoints of four brides, including one suffering domestic abuse. She beat famous male poets such as Islwyn. Her bardic name was made up of the names of Saint Caranog, who Llangrannog was named for, and the nearby river Hawen. With continued success at Eisteddfodau, Caniadau Cranogwen was published in 1870 and Cranogwen spoke across Wales, and toured as a Methodist lay preacher, including two American tours.

In 1874, Fanny Rees, from Llangrannog, contracted tuberculosis and moved into Cranogwen’s family home to die her arms. Cranogwen’s grief at the tragic end of her first same-sex relationship is described in autobiographical writings, as are her poetry to women thought of as her most passionate writing, such as ‘Fy Ffrynd’ (’My Friend’). (There is also a passionate poem to her, by Buddug, which describes how she nearly worships and admires the ‘immortal’ Cranogwen.) As Cranogwen continued to live with her parents, Jane Thomas lived next door, as her supportive and committed partner. When Cranogwen’s parents died, she sold the house and lived with Jane for the last twenty years of her life.

From 1878, Cranogwen was editor of Y Frythones - not the first magazine for Welsh women but the first edited by a woman - which had more proto-feminist and even queer messages than its predecessor, though still contained lessons on being a respectably middle class and religious woman. But within these lessons, Cranogwen promoted Welsh women’s writing, ensuring Y Frythones was written for women by women, told her readers they did not all need to marry, like ‘the woman here by our side’ (Jane Thomas) and would give answers, in the ‘Questions and Answers’ column, that can now be analysed as queer. In 1887, when a reader wrote in questioning short bob hairstyles on women, saying she could not tell whether those with these hairstyles were girls or boys, Cranogwen answered: “First of all, then, ask that person which he or she will be, a boy or a girl? Then proceed with your business.” When readers asked about women becoming preachers, like Cranogwen herself was, she concluded that, “Gender difference is nothing in the world.”

Cranogwen was a sailor, teacher, poet, writer, editor, temperence activist and much more. Her legacy is a feminist legacy - 'Llety Cranogwen', a shelter for homeless women and girls was founded in the Rhondda by the South Wales Temperance Union and Cranogwen was one of the women who contributed to Welsh women’s writing and education. She continues to be an inspiration, to the Welsh group ‘Cywion Cranogwen’ and to modern Welsh magazines by and for Welsh women, such as ‘Codi Pais.’ Her legacy is also a queer legacy, inspiring queer women and people, and Cranogwen was open about her relationships in her own lifetime (though as 'romantic friendships), which are now too often erased in the teachings about this ‘immortal’ woman. Fanny Rees and Jane Thomas, who loved and supported Cranogwen, and the queer themes in poetry by and to Cranogwen, should now be permanently included in her history. Their histories should not be erased and neither should the significance of Cranogwen's legacy to LGBT+ people, and especially queer women.

Sources & further reading: - Cranogwen, Caniadau Cranogwen, & Cranogwen ed Y Frythones. - Jane Aaron, ‘Gender Difference is Nothing,’ Queer Wales, ed Huw Osborne & ‘Developing Women’s Welsh-language Print Culture’ Nineteenth Century Women’s Writing in Wales. - Katie Gramich & Catherine Brennan ed Welsh Women’s Poetry, 1460-2001: An Anthology. - Norena Shopland, Forbidden Lives: LGBT Stories of Wales. - Sian Rhiannon Williams, ‘Y Frythones: Portread Cyfnodolion Merched y Bedwared Ganrif ar Bymtheg o Gymraeg yr Oes,’ Llafur, IV, 1 (1984).

Hehehe I wrote a thing! its very tangentially related to ieytd, it doesn’t even come up in this first chapter, tbh im not even sure if i should put in the main tag, but it has (or at least is gonna have) my agent OCs, and i wannu, and so im gonna,

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Underagents | Sugar and Spies (Webcomic), I Expect You To Die (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agent 5/Jane Thomas, Lizzie Evans/Tom Robinson Characters: Agent 5 (Sugar and Spies), Tom Robinson (Sugar and Spies), Jane Thomas, Lizzie Evans (Sugar and Spies), Elise Deanne, Doc (Sugar and Spies) Additional Tags: OC characters, My OCs, really debated main tagging this for ieytd because its so tangentially related to anyone in that universe, but i wanna call it a crossover fic so were doin it, Mentions of War, intense injury, mostly only talked about but we'll see Summary:

The world has ended. The nukes were launched. The Peace Summit went awry. It's not that bad for secret agents, but it's still not preferable. Unless that is, you get tangled up in the wrong group, and you find out a little too late where one of your tea members have gone.

‘Hidden heroines,’ they say. ‘Merched mawreddog’ ddwedon nhw. Dim menywod mawreddog. Not prestigious heroines Not heroines we see and have seen. Hidden heroines in stone, in bronze, unnamed, symbols of girls, women, mothers, of war and peace. Hidden heroines seen, with hidden roots, race, culture, backgrounds, communities, language, iaith. Hidden hands holding, exchanged glances lives lived together, homes made together, arms holding together in bed in shared beds and shared homes whispers of love hidden.

cariad cudd yn ein iaith ein hun.

Hidden love in our own time hidden in shame in judgement ‘out of respect.’ Hidden in history lessons in school books in celebrations in BBC competitions in Welsh biography pages where Ivor Novello died a ‘bachelor’ not with a partner of 35 years, who was Bobbie Andrews. Sarah Janes Rees, Cranogwen, ‘a dried spinster, of ferocious irritability’ not a loving partner of Jane Thomas, there by her side for over twenty years.

Did they wonder, I wonder, How will they remember me in 200 years? in 20 years? will they remember?