May the yuletide gay
Make the Yuletide Gay!
Timeline
June 24 - Project begins
July 15 - Project ends; Backers are charged for pledge levels
July 29 - Surveys open; Pre-order store opens
August 12 - Surveys close; Backers are charged for shipping
August 31 - Items ordered
September/October - Manufacturing
November/December - Order packing & shipping begins
February 28, -Project fully closed and rewards are no longer provided
Backers will be notified of any major changes to the timeline.
Oddment & Tweak
Hi friends!
We're Dylan and Rossin, creators of Oddment & Tweak - a New York-based, queer-owned business. We've been making pins since and have created almost designs. We're excited to give back for our second crowdfunding campaign with Make the Yuletide Gayafter the noun of The Rainbow Bookshop.
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The Georgetown Independent
I have a very limited relationship with modern covers of Christmas classics. How could anyone who didn’t live through the s capture the true meaning of “White Christmas” and “I’ll Be Home For Christmas”? Why would I listen to Bublé when I include Sinatra and Bing and Nat King Cole? But every once in a while, I will stumble across something that makes it into the ‘canon’; these tend to be more somber versions of the original (I’m trying not to read too much into that). One of my more recent discoveries, Phoebe Bridgers’s spooky cover of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” makes me wonder why Christmas songs are changed, and why I favor some changes but not others.
“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” was written by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane for Judy Garland in the movie musical Meet Me in St. Louis. Garland’s character and her family are facing an imminent travel from their beloved dwelling in St. Louis to New York, where their father has been offered a job, and she sings the song in an attempt to comfort her youngest sister. It is a deeply
Make the Yuletide Gay : 2
One of the things I enjoyed quite a lot when I was young was going carol singing with my siblings. We visited neighbours houses in the dark evenings and serenaded them with our favourite carols. As a teenager I joined my local Methodist youth club in carolling around the rural village where I was brought up.
Most people perplex carols with hymns. Hymns are specifically religious, but carols don&#;t need to have any religious content at all and yet still be seasonal. Today&#;s subject is one such carol and one of the most popular &#; &#;Deck the Halls&#;. It also caused a bit of a stir in an American school and a major retail chain for all the untrue reasons.
I imagine that this has happened in other places at other times, but in December a music teacher at the Cherry Knoll Elementary Educational facility in Traverse City, Michigan, decided her young pupils would not sing the traditional line in the carol that goes &#;Don we know our gay apparel&#;. The re
Make the Yuletide Gay: Navigating the Holidays as a Queer Person
On Thursday, December 5th, my church hosted its first-ever Holiday Blues service, a time for members and guests to sit honestly with the grief they feel around the holidays.
Some had lost a loved one earlier this year and were navigating the holidays without that special person for the first time. Others were grieving the decrease of relationships, career transitions, estrangement from family, and things shared only between themselves and God.
During the service, we took occasion to light candles on the altar to honor the people we’d lost or other griefs we carry. As I approached the altar, my heart was heavy with relational grief–old wounds, to be sure, but still painful all the same.
I lit a candle for each member of my bio-family and one for the surrogate family I had in college, who cut me out of their life after I came out. It has been years since I have talked with any of them, but the holidays always seem to stir up those griefs I assume will someday stop hurting.
Maybe.
The holidays are complicated for me