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One of the more ironic aspects of doing magic, as in sleight of hand, is the urge you feel to tell everyone how you do it. Because it is genuinely a clever little trick. And it's amazing... to YOU, the guy who likes these things. To the audience, if you reveal it, you just made a miracle into a procedure. And that's BORING, apparently, and frowned upon by the Evil Mean Guys in the Fancy British Magic Circle club of jerks.
I commented about this on a post on reddit, but this deserves its own post over here.
One thing that I've noticed in the hatred of LGBTQIA+ people, a point which I had internalized for a good while, is that it's about sexual attraction only. It took me a few good revelations, as a bi man, to come to terms with the fact that I was able to love those of the same gender as me, not just be attracted to them sexually. I still struggle with that sometimes. I struggle to imagine a married life with another man, even though I know it's possible and something I want. I can never imagine being in a marriage with a man where I behave the same way as Gomez does for Morticia, for example, even though I know that is a possibility, if not a goal.
And the deliberate messaging that it's all about sex and suppression of same-sex relationships on TV or discussions of it in media aren't damaging because everybody needs a carbon copy of themselves on the screen to feel represented. Much more than that. It's about having a role model, of sorts, to know what the other sides, other kinds of love are, so you don't end up like my sorry ass.
And yes, love is love and I don't need a fucking guide to LOVE specifically, but I don't need a guide for cooking either. I could improvise a recipe on the spot and it'll turn out... somewhat fine, but a recipe sure as hell helps.
A fun little thing to think about is the stereotypes in movies of more... obscure-ish professions, I guess? I am not sure how to describe card cheaters otherwise, but like, I've always loved how even in movies and TV shows, they are these overly-skilled, sophisticated, or burly butch men who dedicate their life to cards or something and meanwhile, the average card cheater probably knows three sleights. Now, don't get me wrong, there are, clearly, some cheaters that fit the stereotype, but not the majority. This isn't quite a Spider Georg situation, more like... a Spider Georg in a 1:150 ratio to normal people, I guess? For every 150 normal cheats, there is one Mega Cheat who is very, very skilled.
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A little sketch of pomegranates Gouache on Paper, 2026
I recently came across a Valentine's day ad from a local pharma company in my country. It features a famous love story between a poor, depressed artist who sold all that he had to buy a singer he was admiring a ton of roses. Lovely, right? Yeah, no. The fucking thing was AI generated. What has to be wrong with you to make an ad about a famously poor, mistreated artist, who never got paid for his works and died penniless, and make it with AI?!
Writer culture is realizing nothing is original and youâre free to get as self indulgent as you want because who gives a fuck. Be happy. Be cringe. Be free.
Forest Path (1875) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir
I love impressionists for works like these. Usually, you are taught in painting to make everything clear, indicate the horizon, indicate the distance by altering color temperature. Meanwhile, Renoir just painted this. You don't quite know what this is, where you are, where it's going, so on, but the feeling that it's trying to invoke is undoubtedly there.
There must be some cosmic irony in Sigmund Freud's grandson being known for painting nudes of old people.
A rather interesting and morbid experience I've been having recently is improving my painting and drawing skills. The task itself isn't super hard, it's how I am doing it. Video tutorials are great, sure, but they don't provide enough context and explanation for me. So I turned to books. Now, when it comes to neo-classical and academic painting, one place you cannot dismiss is Russia. The Repin school is massive, impressive and, in my opinion, the Russian textbooks and approach to learning to draw and paint are some of the best out there.
So, you'd think it would be easy. Read the Russian books. You know Russian, Bastard. Yeah, I do. I also know that Russia is the country that has occupied 20% of my country's land, 20% of Ukraine's land, committed ethnic cleansing against my people and continues to fund my corrupt government's crackdown on democracy. It's not easy to stomach reading a book published and written by the people who support the government that did this to my people. It's even harder to do when the actual copies I have are from the 60s and praise the USSR on every other page.
Propaganda, no matter of what, is annoying. But propaganda of the union that killed the people of my country mercilessly, viciously and with no better reason than daring to wish to leave the union is just not something I can get past easily.
i just saw a post that said damian wouldnât listen to music because he âdoesnât understand it as a conceptâ. do you guys think he was raised on the moon or something.
Nah, I knew people like that. In particular, me... I think I only started listening to music during activities or something when I was thirteen. Coincidentally, that was the same time when my school stopped giving us free tea and hot chocolate for breakfast.
The ironic thing about grief is that the day you miss them the least is the day pass.
my first attempts at oil painting..
This is either a bold lie or the beginning stages of a rather great career in oil painting. If I found this in a gallery, I wouldn't question it.
The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.
how dare you say we piss on the poor
'Dreams,' directed by Akira Kurosawa (1990)
One of the things that people forget quite often about fascism is how... eerily easily it reels people in. Now, there are different people and different ways that this happens, but much like with any cult, fascists know how to recruit people. They have tactics, logical fallacies and specifically prepared conversation paths to take you from a more or less normal idea that might pop into your head like "Yeah, social hierarchy based on XYZ might not be such a bad idea" or "Yeah, one ethnicity having a monopoly on XYZ thing shouldn't be tolerated" or "Yeah, there are XYZ people whose crimes should be punished more harshly" and then slide you down the slippery slope of buzzwords and right into being dressed in Hugo Boss leather and practicing your goosestep. Some people are aware of these tactics, however, and use them for their own propaganda. Remember, the idea of a slippery slope isn't that the initial idea is a bad one. It's that allowing that idea IS LIKELY lead to a disaster. The idea itself is flawed at the start, and it is logical enough that you must think of future implications and risks to identify the flaw. Don't let either side, fascists or those who PRETEND to be the victims of any kind of authoritarianism, influence you via pressuring you into not thinking about something too long by saying phrases like "You are defending them! Shame on you!" or "You are overcomplicating it!"
Every idea, no matter how abhorrent or enticing, how initially aligned with our own logic and wants or how repulsive, needs to be examined with a clear head, while ignoring these types of asshats. We cannot allow them to claim any ground, including the most well-known tactic of "You just don't know the truth because the winning side buried it" or "You don't know the truth because you aren't allowed to discuss this subject". We must keep examining these atrocities, not only to remember what it took to stop them, not only to identify the patterns of how they came to be, but to very clearly destroy the idea that there is any ambiguity on what, where, and how it happened.
