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OutHistory.org is an educational web site on LBGT history developed by the Center for Lesbian and Gay Studies (CLAGS) at the

City University of New York Graduate Center . Part archive, part museum, part encyclopedia, it is a rare resource in that it makes scholarship on LGBT history widely accessible outside of academic journals. 

This very important project needs your help. Please make a donation if you can! Because of the economic crisis and its impact on public higher education in New York, CLAGS  can't continue funding the project, and the grant that established OutHistory expires on December 31, 2008. In an email sent out today by CLAGS director Sarah Chinn and OutHistory director Ned Katz, the importance of the site and its need for funding is put like this: Continue reading after the jump

People like Pat Robertson or Fred Phelps will never succeed in silencing the voices of queers. They're too recognizably vile, and create an instant, impassioned response against them, to ever act as anything other than very good rallying points for people who believe in social justice and sexual equality. The worst enemies of sexual minorities come from within the LGBT communities themselves. They're the people whose vision of LGBT activism involves making the homos just like the heteros, and want that so badly that they strive not to broaden our culture's vision of sexuality, but instead work to narrow the community's vision of itself. Look, for example, at this quote from Joseph Sabrow's editorial in Metroline, a New England gay and lesbian publication, that Autumn Sandeen spotted:

Via Boing Boing,  the repository of all that is weird and eccentric on the Internetz, I found this interesting piece of our sexual past: a Russian site that has scanned an entire issue of an old girlie mag from 1957 called Glamour Photography.  It's an enormous site, and if you're not on broadband it's going to take a while for it to load.  Even on broadband, it needs a little patience, but if you like this sort of thing, it's worth giving it a chance.  I love these kinds of artifacts; besides the eroticism, the history of sex is so poorly preserved that every little bit that does get saved is like reading a secret diary, and especially when it's the full thing, not just pictures in a Taschen anthology.  In this particular magazine, as in many of the time, I feel a massive disconnect between th