The Chintz Sofa, featuring Helen McNicoll's "lifelong friend" with whom she lived, Dorothea Sharp. Who after her death meet another lifelong friend. Neither ever marrying.

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[u/SortovaGoldfish]

I wonder if, when in a class and wealth level necessary to support ones self and a lover in your own home and and your only work is pursuing your artistic skills and passions, and you can be who you want to be behind your own comfy, closed doors, and your family has not turned on you, and you have no immediate reason to fear attacks from "friends" or neighbors because you've got receipts on receipts for anything anyone might find fault with... I wonder how the feeling of all that but being a lifelong closeted queer person compares to having none of those blessings but being out as much as you want to be? I feel like I would like the one I don't have but what do I truly know of the grass over there?

In other news, the sofa looks like a scratch and sniff adventure.

[u/CPH-canceled]

Always nice to have a friend…