She was my first non-platonic love, the greatest so far. On that trip she introduced me to her parents. I never told her how I was asphyxiating from the looks of random passengers on that train, each and every one of them convicting, making me feel naked, treacherous. She wouldn’t understand me anyway, she walked through life with far greater self-confidence than me. I could do nothing more than follow her. To the next country, the next city, far away from here.
Denna bild är tagen i Katarina Kyrkas bakre fönster. Vi hade en timma på oss innan en begravning skulle hållas. Det var Februari månad, det var kallt, stressigt, jag svettades som en gris dock men till slut såg jag detta fönster som en drömsk uppenbarelse. Tillsammans med mitt gudomligt duktiga team: Nina Belkhir & Sherin på Hår&MakeUp, samt den GALEt vackra Theres Alexandersson-som även vann årets modell på ELLE-galan i år, så kirrade vi det galant, om jag får säga det själv. Så på en timme i bitande kyla men med vackra omgivningar och bra, duktiga människor, som alla ställde upp 100% gratis för det välgörande ändamålets skull, så lyckades vi fånga dagen!
Minnen från ett annorlunda Pride firande än hemma, Boston 2004.
Inga staket, inga avstängda områden med inträde, i paraden gick inte HBTQ utan de var publiken…
Det är förfest hemma hos en supporter till svenska transklubben Transvestia. Snart fortsatte festen på en lokal hyrd av Holländska ambassaden. Festerna var mycket diskret arrangerade. Det här var den första och den största festen. Jag tror vi var 30 deltagare.
Det här är första gången jag ser en engelsk serie från BBC med en mustig tolkning av lesbiskt liv och leverne. Äntligen!
Den är gjord efter en bok av Sarah Waters. jag fick vänta till 2002 innan filmen kom.
This is the first page of the manuscript of radio show “Frigid socket” run in late 80s on Radio 101. This was the first radio show edited by Toni Marosevic
This posters presents a national campaign against homophobia conducted by Queer Zagreb festival in 2007. Campaign was targeting “homophobes” calling for major public to recognize homophobes as human beings who needs help to be cured.
In Jugoslavija, before Internet, gay man were making contacts through advertisements in newspapers. This private letter between to men was donate to Queer Zagreb within the research on oral history of homosexuality in Croatia.
The newspapers report from the first Jugoslavian cultural project on homosexuality called “Homosexuality and culture” from 1984 held in Ljubljana, Slovenia.
This object was received during the creation of the book “Oral history of homosexuality in Croatia” and was given to us by Toni Marosevic. This is the first issue of Jugoslavija first gay magazine from 1985 published by Magnus – first Jugoslavian gay initiative
1967 äter svenska Klubb Transvestia middag med transor från Le Carroussel de Paris på hotell Strands restaurang i Stockholm. Det är den 19 maj och vårklänningarna glänser med franska finess. Till vänster på bilden sitter fransyskan Carole och till höger en medlem ur svenska Transvestia. Viva la trance!
Trosor i guldlamé, klargul korselette, mellanröd korselette och en prickig behå. Detta är kvällens mode på klubb Transvestia en höstkväll 1967 i Stockholm. Svartvit bild men färgstarka minnen. Själv hade jag förstås vita bomullstrosor och underkjol. Lite präktigare..
This t-shirt was bought in London, in june 1994. It was part of my coming-out process. At the time I had only told a few friends I was gay, and spending a month in London gave me a great opportunity to try my new identity out. I had never had a boyfriend at the time, but I got the brilliant idea of buying this t-shirt for myself, and wearing it as a public statement. However I did only wear it in London, when i got back to Sweden it suddenly felt embarassing.
Sweets
A Valentine’s Day gift that wasn’t meant to be
This wrapped gift is witness to the biggest disappointment in my life. The box contains Belgian chocolate bonbons – the favorite ones of the guy I was seeing. I met him 4 years ago, and recently we became even closer. Those were the best three weeks of my life! The beautiful SMS messages, minutes passed in waiting and sending off on bus stations, hugs and kisses in public which brought an unforeseen liberation of spirit…
All that was swallowed by the silence, that Saturday night, when we told me he was HIV positive. …
So, there it is – a Valentine’s gift that wasn’t meant to be.
The waiting seemed to be prolonged. He arrived late – I think it was past 10 o’clock in the evening. I came down to meet him in front of the clinic. He took a white basket with beautiful red roses out of the car. There were 27 of them, the same as my age. We met the doctor while walking up the stairs, he smiled and asked her “How is S.?” We entered the room and I told him to sit on the chair, while I sat on the edge of the bed. Even despite trying to look calm, horrible restlessness was eating me from the inside. I gave him a glass of water and I didn’t wait any longer… “I had quite a disturbing day – various test, waiting for results and what not. But it was nothing compared with the two big shocks I experienced. The first one was that I am positive! … And the second – this was the moment I started to cry – is that I may have infected you too.” Still unaware of I was talking about, he stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back, pressing my head on his stomach. He asked me what was I talking about. “HIV! – I murmured, sobbing – When I found out about me, I didn’t cry at all… but when I faced the thought of you possibly being infected, I couldn’t recuperate any longer.” In all that agony, I was amazed by the courage with which he faced the news. He came by next morning to give a blood sample for an HIV test. We saw each other shortly and we could only wait, hoping for the unlikely. He came back that afternoon and told me to go down to the day care centre. He appeared calm. "We’ll get treated together!" – he said, smiling. I couldn’t hold back the tears, the last tears shed for this experience.
HIV treatment pills
latin name: remedia extraterrestrialia
July 15th, some years ago
When I was given the first two packs of therapy, only 17 days after finding out the diagnosis at the hospital, I was perplexed. It was difficult for me to believe that these were the medications intended for people with HIV. After a brief love experience, I was to take those medications every day, for the rest of my life. I was looking at them as if they were not of this world. I was reading the boxes the same way I read the package of a chocolate or whatever. The instructions seemed too long at that time, so I only read fractions of it. Such a long description seems to fit such a serious purpose – was how I thought then.
The names lamivudine and zidovudine reminded me of Africa, while efavirenz sounded more abstract.
I was warned that I might have a nightmare that first night. But on the contrary – the yellow pill caused one of the weirdest and most vivid dreams I have ever had.
This is my text on Lesbian history in Stockholm, Sweden 1943-1998. I´v been a part of lesbian and trans history since the begining of 1960. This text was my gift to the lesbian community at Gay pride in Stockholm 1998. SthlmsLesbiskaHistoria
Membercard in "Stockholmsklubben Diana". Diana was the lesbian and bisexuals club for women. The mens club was called Kretsen. in 1972 the two clubs gets togheter and make klubb Timmy, for both women and men. Timmy becomes Stockholms part of national gay liberation assosciation, RFSL.
A picture of Party at club Blue Note, 1967, Stockholm, Sweden. This was one of many clubs that existed for a while in Stockholm in the late 1960´s. Diana Miller started it. She had a band that often played at the club. This is a picture of me and my friends. I wear my pearls. This might be the last night at Blue Note club.
I wrote a long letter to Jerry, who was a very butch and started Jerrys lady Club (Jerrys damklubbar) 1969, stockholm, Sweden. And Jerry welcomed me as a trans person to the club. And I felt like coming home. Jerry become my new mother. The club gave dances and we had a jukebox where women got a chans to get close to the sound of ”Je t´aime”.
Swedens first trans club, Transvestia. It was a place for transvestites and transsexuals. But it became a hotspot for, drag queens, lesbians, queers, bisexuals and just about anyone with a open mind. The picture is from a private party whit members of Transvestia.
My story is that I have been on female hormones since 1966. In the beginning I had to get them on the black market. I´m 79 now and gets it from my doctor. Time has changed.
This wallpainting on the chimney on my terrace is made by a Swedish artist and dear friend of mine who I met some years ago on the Isle of Lesbos. The work is still in progress.
Shocking show “Oliver Mandich in the Night”. The first transvestite I have ever seen. I was in the 8th grade. 1981. I had to buy the album immediately.
These wonderful figures was special made to picture the married couple and did it so well – especially when they started to melt a little and thereby suddently became “a live” and even cuter and more funny than they already were!
This is an early lesbian organisation in Stockholm and the door to the basement where we had our meetings. About 80 women came to the meetings. We rented it undercover. We couldn´t tell the landlord who really used the room. It was extremly har to find for new women…
At 1975 nordic lesbian feminists met at Femö in Denmark for summer camp. 175 women in tents by the sea for one week. A lot of workshops, politics and making new friends and lovers. Femö is still a feminist summer camp!
About 1980 some Danish lesbians where tired of order and rules so they started a separate lesbian summer camp whit not so many rules and just a tiny touch of organisation…
Items vandalized outside Chifte Amam (National Gallery of Macedonia) in Skopje, 19 February 2012. The poster has a scene from the show Article One, as shown in Chifte Amam (National Gallery of Macedonia),22.02 -15.03. 2012.The exhibition is made up of several smaller exhibition parts, each produced by the different museums. Every part all tell a different story but with one common subject: LGBT history.
A fake headlines for the newspaper. It says: Sperm bank robbed by women accordance. Free delivery for lesbians and singel women by the parlament december 18.
Gunner Ulrika Eleonora Stålhammar was born in 1683 and died 1744. At the age of 25 she dressed up as a man and joined the army in Kalmar. Ulrika married a woman, Maria Lönman, and they lived together for several years. This was “an abomination to the Lord”, a crime against the Commandments and against secular law. Ulrika Eleonora had always been more interested in masculine activities, such as shooting and riding, than in more womanly occupations. She had never wanted a man but had fallen in love with Maria. Perhaps, quite simply, she was homosexual. Becoming a man could also have been her way of controlling her own life, instead of being married off and put under a husband’s authority, like her sisters. They really got married and Ulrika Eleonora called her William Ekstedt, some time after the marriage she told her wife that she wasn’t a man, but they continued to live together
My name is Dobromir, I am in love with a woman for 49 years. She and I have three daughters, the oldest is 47 years old, the second is 38 years old, and the youngest is 31 years old. I have written five books about HBLGT and queer people. All of thoes books I have written, I have dedicated to my sweetheart. FOREVER IS ONLY THE BEGINNING FOR US.
When Golden Ladies started in Stockholm,Sweden 1989 this was the box the women put five swedish krona in for the coffe and a cake. Golden Ladies is still a club for elderly unstraight women. Now the coffe cost 20 skr. And the cake has turned into a sandwich.
This is a picture of a information flyer about Lesbian Front, the radical lesbians organisation in Stockholm. You could buy it for 2 crones and get to know something about the radical women in Stockholm, Sweden.
This is the Lesbisk Fronts (radical lesbians) songbook. 20 pages of songs from women in Sweden. Some lyrics is about ending mens power in society and home. And some are about sisterhood and lesbian love.
These are some of the banners we had to get rid of when we moved from the womens house at Snickarbacken to Blekingegatan in Stockholm, Sweden. There where many banners from many demonstrations, gay, lesbian and feminist marches the years around 1980. Before they where lost I put them all on the floor and took pictures of them.
