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I remember GI Joe, but not like this. He looks ready to hang out in the Castro.
Marianne Faithfull photographed during a recording session, 1967.
I don't think Drag Race has an age problem per se, at least compared to past seasons, or reality TV in general, which skews young anyway, but once you've gone through seventeen seasons, you have a cast that quite literally grew up with the show and learned how to do drag from the show. (And from social media.) It's no so much that they're young but the cast is homogeneous in a way that early seasons weren't. This isn't dogging the early seasons, but some of the looks the queens brought were a little crusty. (Like in a "I wore that exact outfit to the mall in 2002 way.") Add to that the Vaseline-lens and the short runway, the low-budget look gave it an authentic quality that can't be recreated now.
What happens to supposedly “enlightened” men in the post-Me Too era?
The New York magazine article describes Gaiman as allegedly performing deeply violent and degrading sexual acts on unwilling women, using his celebrity and wealth to exert emotional and financial pressure on them. Moreover, it includes allegations that on multiple occasions, Gaiman initiated sexual encounters with some of these women in the same room as his young son, and that he seemed amused when his son began to ape his language, referring to one of the women as a “slave” and demanding she address him as “master.” (Gaiman denies these claims.) In this version of the story, Gaiman is no longer the male feminist trying his best and now and then falling short of perfection. No longer is he a man “doing what he can, both personally and in society, to improve things.” Instead, he is allegedly implicating his own son in acts of sexual violence. And he is using his male feminist persona not just as a shield but as bait.
When talking about children’s literature there is an oft-referenced concept that uses mirrors, windows, and sliding glass doors to illustrat
Diversity syndrome is a cultural condition where the “otherness” of an author is elevated over the impact of their work, to the detriment of the author, their work, and their audiences. Much like structural racism, it’s more systemic than individual, though individual actions certainly uphold or subvert its existence. An illuminating case study of diversity syndrome in the real world is that of Black authors of what I’ll broadly define as speculative fiction. A word, first, on genre and race. The term “speculative fiction” has contested definitions: here, I use it to mean anyone whose written imagination is located in the fantastic, whether that’s represented in New York City with six people functioning as avatars of the boroughs (N.K. Jemisin’s The City We Became) or in an interstellar hunt for the meaning and translation of a language whose fundamental quality is change (Samuel R. Delany’s Babel-17). When it comes to race, I’m a Black writer of speculative fiction—I enjoy examining the experiences of those working in my preferred genre. But beyond that, I think both Black authors of any genre and speculative fiction authors of any race have two of the most glaringly obvious experiences of diversity syndrome.
To add, women are told that their hobbies, their interests are silly and un-serious, (unlike, oh, gaming or owning the entire discography of some long-forgotten indie band), and that contributes to the greater push for "purity," for being a "good" consumer.
Not to anyone's shock, but I could never be an influencer or small brand owner. I pass no one's purity test. This is what's kept me from fully immersing myself in online communities in general. I'm glad we've finally raised a generation of perfect people, but for those of us who've been on the planet for more than a couple of decades, we've done some shit.
If you want to play armchair anthropologist, go no further than any of the hobby subs on reddit, specifically the female-dominated ones (fashion, beauty, celeb gossip, etc.). I'm not shitting on other women for the thrill, but I've been part of online communities geared toward men (tech, music fandoms outside tumblr, which is an entirely different beast), and women (beauty, nails), and the difference is stark. The latter is a great crash course in not just female aggression, but the way women morality police other women. I just spent a good chunk of my Saturday following a thread where a customer called out a small, female-owned business for not sending her the free GWP during a black Friday order. The reaction was sadly predictable with pitchforks out and all. Any sort of, I don't know, reasonable response like, "Hey, maybe we should see some receipts here," was summarily downvoted. It turned out that the company did nothing wrong, and the OP was acting entitled to a free gift which anyone with third-grade reading skills would have realized was limited quantity. So now there's a lot of backtracking, and comments of "Oh I thought the OP was being a Karen but I didn't want to say so..." Women need to get over the fear of offending other women. Then of course, the post controversy "sanity,":
No, you can't. Not if you want to feel as though you are a part of the community. And it's same everywhere I've been that's been almost entirely women.
James Lee Williams was best known by their stage name and also built a career in musical theater.
"On the show, The Vivienne was known for comedy and vocal impersonations — particularly that of Donald Trump — and opened up about a struggle with substance abuse and recovery."
This is completely shocking and sad. DRUK season one was so iconic. And Vivienne's Trump was THE best impersonation I've seen.
Happy Birthday Jim Hutton!
Jim… actually went on to outlive Freddie by 18 years. But Jim was a heavy smoker, which cannot have helped matters, and he finally succumbed to debilitating lung cancer on January 1, 2010, just three days shy of what would have been his 61st birthday.
Jim Hutton seemed to be the unlikeliest of partners for the world’s most extrovert rock superstar. In many ways he was the complete opposite of his showman lover. For an Irishman, Jim seemed especially quiet and reserved, and he could be painfully shy in company. The relationship that blossomed between them was equally improbable – how could a modest gentleman’s barber satisfy the planet’s most eccentric rock performer? And yet, Jim not only could but he did.
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Freddie and Jim wearing the same shirt, one year apart Munich 1985 - the Magic Tour 1986
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Me, watching a video about a woman's angst when trying to break herself of the habit of matching her shoes and her bag: People actually do that? I mean, still? I bought a old copy of one of those "how to be a proper young lady" guides from the 50s or early 60s at a book fair years ago, on a lark, and it was full of this kind of "advice," i just didn't realize anyone took is seriously. One of the comments on the video was pretty enlightening: "You think of bag as something you wear, I think of of it as something I use." Looks at decades-old backpack I carry on the daily. Definitely in the "use" category. Oh, and one of her inspo pics was of an Olsen twin -- is it 2004? I still do not understand their style. It makes me thing of when Elliott and Gertie put ET in drag.
I had a dream last night that I was writing a story or script using AI with the prompt, "Peter Tork is sad." I don't really remember the result, but it was kind of in the style of 60s French cinema.
Il ne peut pas arrêter de pleurer.
She was a voice for poor, rural queer people across the country.
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The blue bracelets reportedly symbolize a "safe space" after VP Harris' election loss.
I know it's nearly a week later and I haven't posted anything about the election except to briefly vent my frustration at my state, which legalized abortion but elected that, in the immortal words of Venus Xtravaganza, over-grown orangutan!. I'm not here that much anymore. I don't even know who still follows me, and I've tried not to make the US the center of the universe, but this is important not just on a national but a global scale. If you're keeping silent about who you voted for, I'm going to assume you voted for Trump and promptly unfollow.
I think I said this back in 2016, or 2017, the dems, the media need to quit hand-wringing about winning back the white working-class vote. You lost them decades ago. Mobilize other voters. (Granted, Trump made gains with other groups, but still has a stranglehold on the white working-class.) They're misinformed, ignorant and fucking proud of it. Before you call me classist, I grew up in that world. I know those people. And please stop with the "dems need to move toward the center." They already are. In my opinion, they should move more left. Aside from a handful of congress members, there are no true leftist leaders in the democratic party. And it was a slap in the face to Muslim Americans not to let a Palestinian American speak at the DNC. Granted, I'm nobody, definitely not a politician and it's only conjecture. The only thing we can be certain of is that the US is full of dumbfucks.