Goth Bæddie

Violet, early thirties, she/her

[xenasaur]

fucking crazy that fromsoft made one single elden ring dlc and it's about how detransition will kill your soul

[xenasaur]

also it's about how receiving dragon communion is a viscerally erotic experience

[xenasaur]

my biggest complaint about the elden ring dlc is that there is (and please correct me if I'm wrong) no sif-style cutscene change for malenia if you kill miquella before facing her. it sucks so hard that they figured that out in dark souls 1 and then seemingly forgot how awesome it was

[sexchangedotcom]

ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means

[chungmuros]

You think disaster just falls over the sky? No. We have come step by step towards this fate.

FAREWELL MY CONCUBINE 霸王別姬 (1993, Chen Kaige)

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Custom shirt order arrived

[jiisuriartshootinggallery]

RUFF RUFF

[orteil42]

we're overdue for a reactive wave of anti-cozy games. animal crossing but office workers. restaurant management but applebee's. farming sim but all spreadsheets. never see an ear of corn the whole game

[mortalityplays]

so I spent a lot of last year working with / around this local activist group mostly made up of your typical ambiently queer, ambiently leftist college students. like every loose affinity group it struggled with the sort of unpredictable fluctuating capacity problem of most participants being tied to day jobs or college term times, variously disabled, turning up when they could make it and then vanishing for months at a time. it's to be expected with that kind of organising but it does also make for kind of a pain in the neck.

anyway this particular group does (or did?) have kind of a nucleus of very committed members who were more tight knit and ended up taking on a lot of the practical work themselves. they were your more serious vanguard party type communists, very much structure and role enjoyers, which is probably why things eventually played out the way they did. they took their commitments seriously and were constantly sort of irked that others saw the voluntary nature of the group as a reason to deprioritise it in favour of what might be life necessities but are still basically capitalist pursuits. fair, maybe.

about this time last summer, that inner circle apparently decided to get more serious about recruitment and figure out how to do outreach in a way that would bring in more committed membership to reliably spread the workload. the way these things go, a couple of these guys had originally met through a local gay bar's drag nights (specifically the drag king circuit) so one of the first things they did was draft in another friend who did marketing for those events already and get him pushing for more eyeballs on their event listings via twitter and instagram.

now, bar guy was very very good at this. one of his big innovations was the idea of using club promoter type strategies to get more students more consistently engaged with the group's activities. that basically meant appointing some of the more active members as 'outreach officers' and encouraging them to do things like organise socials for new volunteers and train those people in turn as recruiters, with a tiny bit of a floating budget for pot lucks and house parties every couple of months.

this worked astonishingly well, like beyond anyone's wildest expectations. at a certain point they had brand new members throwing their own parties just to introduce their friends to the people who recruited them, who in turn had been recruited by the volunteers the outreach officers trained. it worked so well that it got to be a problem because most of these newer members were also relatively new to organising and didn't have a whole lot of theory. it was getting very vibes based and suddenly there was a huge influx of people to handle who most original members didn't know. and also, because they'd asked a gay guy who promoted gay club nights to organise all this peer-to-peer recruitment, it turned out almost all the new members were gay men.

in itself that's not necessarily a problem, but obviously it presents a challenge for a group that's supposed to be open and diverse. especially because outside of the little clique who started all this, most of the old guard were not gay men. it didn't blow up into the kind of messy schism it could have, fortunately, but a lot of the older members (especially those who were less into the hardline soviet-nostalgia communist utopianism of the main organisers) decided around this point that they didn't feel the group was a good fit for them any more, and split.

so now the inner circle had a new problem. the remaining group was overwhelmingly now made up of very sweet well intentioned young gay men who wanted to volunteer with this cool voluntary circle of other young gay men who liked to party, and vanishingly few of them actually knew a whole lot about mao or lenin or the practicalities of community organising or what have you. but club guy was like "don't worry I've got this", and suddenly out of nowhere started producing all this orientation literature and politics 101 material that he was chain emailing to his army of new recruits and recruiters. like he just had all this shit ready to go. he had slogans, he had essays, he had these weird point by point breakdowns of what karl marx would have to say about your college courses and why communism was like actually a lot like bdsm if you think about it.

you will probably not be shocked to learn that it very quickly came out he had been generating all this shit with chatgpt. the group went into absolute meltdown, the vanguard party shut down their website and disassociated themselves completely from the whole mess, and the last I heard they're back to organising with some of the older group members and whoever turns up whenever they turn up. but club guy was unrepentant, he'd already sent out all his ideologyslop to his recruiters, who had sent it to their guys who sent it to their guys, who I guess are still out there recruiting twinks into the fully automated contentless communism mill,

or the MLM MLM LLM MLM if you're nasty.

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You ever think about how messed up it is that there's like a billion songs about Christmas but only one song about how we are Charlie Kirk?

[cipheramnesia]

Just saw the take of the century, apparently Sleepaway Camp is a bigotted portrayal of trans women, everyone did you have any idea, I had no clue this slasher movie from the 1980s overtly made for cheap shock value was also problematic, normally those types of movies are so sensitive to queer and trans experiences, why surely no one who ever suddenly found parts of their experiences reflected in a movie which heavily features a young trans girl getting bullied for specifically trans traits would have been aware that it's also a deeply flawed, inaccurate, and transmisogynistic film I don't think anyone thought of that without instantly rejecting everything about it and declaring it a morally unsupportable media to interact with on pain of exile.

[cipheramnesia]

If I was remaking Sleepaway Camp I'd try and keep things as tonally close to the original as possible. I'd change the part where the protag is trans because her aunt made her dress as a girl, and the ending as a shock reveal, and that's about all. The protag would be a trans girl and also a murderer under her own agency, and the plot twist would be that her adopted aunt is the elderly OG Angela Baker who killed protag's transphobic parents. Keep the scene where she cuts off the head of the boy who had been faking dating her, keep the naked and blood covered primal scream except she's alone. The real ending is when she walks into the cabin where her adopted brother Ricky is the last surviving camper. She's still got the head, covered in blood, and Ricky is just like oh, and he helps her get cleaned up and dispose of the body cuz he's been on board with OG Angela's murder hobby the whole time, and he's the fucking best bro ever to his sis. They leave camp telling Angela how they had such a good time while the camp starts burning visibly through the rear window, and the credits roll over news footage implying OG Angela framed the creepy camp owner for everything.

[cipheramnesia]

I don't want an unproblematic trans character who is always morally correct and processes her feelings with an itemized list of therapuetic terms. No matter how you look at this character she's a fucked up child abuse victim, experiencing rejection and bullying that makes her terrified of the world around her trying to deal with all of it. Girl deserves a little deceptive and violent trans femme negative stereotyping as a treat damn it. As long as she's got her own agency, that's what matters.

[madnessofmen]

game where you play as a medieval knight but it's peacetime so it's mostly about estate administration and property law

[jewishtransdyke]

I think Pendragon is a bit like this? Like, not exclusively; there are times when the PCs go on adventures or fight in wars or whatever, but iirc, most of a Pendragon PC's time is spent governing their fief, and a significant chunk of the rules are about that.

I've never actually played Pendragon, though; this is just based on vague memories of skimming the rulebook and thinking that was an interesting approach.

[rlford]

The guy you hired to provide a steady supply of wild game to your kitchen reports that somebody else is using your hunting grounds. Your neighbors to the west and south are raiding livestock and your farmers are wondering what you're going to do about it. Your neighbor to the east - the one who would make a useful ally to your ambitions - hates you for a slight your father delivered to his father over something nobody remembers anything about. You need to solve a murder mystery brewing in one of your villages by way of being judge, jury, and executioner. The guilds in the town to the north are playing hardball about letting your farmers have access to their markets. And the guy your grandfather swore an oath to is coming by with his entire court to eat all your food and drink all your wine next month. Welcome to medieval domain management!

[parkchanwoohoo]

No I think it's really great when a friend group of approximately twenty seven individuals spread out in the sidewalk as they walk so nobody has to walk behind the group. There's nothing better than when I'm trying to get home and I see the tableau of Jesus at the Last Supper gliding towards me like Jamiroquai in the Virtual Insanity music video and I have to decide who has the narrowest frame that I can shoulder-check my way past

[cryptratfromrunescape]

i think they should do it like a greek phalanx. just a fucking square of human

[dankxsinatra]

American naturalization test

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Every giallo movie is either called something like "A Dozen Crimson Shades of Moonlight" or like "The Deadly Killer's Deadly Kill" and it's impossible to tell which of them will be the most beautiful and poetic portrait of death, obsession, and madness you've ever seen and which will be 90 minutes of just the most overt and violent misogyny imaginable

[charnel-grounds]

Gothic 19th-century daguerreotype metal plate photograph of a young lady dubbed “Mona Lisa of the Deep”.

This portrait was found in the wreck of the ship that sank 1857.

source

[starberry-cupcake]

here's a photo of the daguerreotype in the shipwreck remains themselves, which I think is wonderful to see

[sicknastyjr]

Vivziepop really should voice vriska if only for the fact it would be the single most polarizing thing ever and would piss off almost everybody in some way which is what I believe vriska's legacy boils down to

[barstoolblues]

mozzarella and parmesan is kind of like the age gap yuri of cheese

[ghw-archive]

Evening dress, Mark Mooring for Bergdorf Goodman, 1942