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Little Dinosaurs
behold: what has been taking up my time for the past two and a half weeks!
this piano was a public art commissions for the city! it's covered in dinosaurs that have actually been found (and in the case of 3 of them, discovered) in my home state of colorado. i'm super happy with how it turned out and i had a blast painting it :^)
[image id: a piano painted with various dinosaurs. the left half of the piano represents the dinosaurs in their fossilized form as bones surrounded by fossil leaves and debris. the right half of the piano is the dinosaurs alive in their natural environments. among the species featured are fish, ammonites, orthocones, a plesiosaur, pterosaurs, a brontosaurus, a triceratops, a stegosaurus, and a fruitadens]
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Thank you, Angela Robinson: A Review Of Professor Marston and The Wonder Women
By Mimi Schippers on November 9, 2017
Originally Posted at Marx in Drag
I have been interested in and reading about the creators of the comic book super hero Wonder Woman for a few years now. My interest began in 2014.
I was half-heartedly listening to Fresh Air with Terry Gross, and Gross was interviewing historian Jill LePore, the author of The Secret History of Wonder Woman. At the time, I hadn’t read LePore’s book or the Wonder Woman comics, and so I was mildly but not wildly interested in their conversation. When Gross asked LePore to talk about William Marston’s family life, LePore began to describe the relationship between Marston, Elizabeth Holloway, Marston’s wife, and Olive Byrne, the woman who lived with them and was, in Terry Gross’s words, Marston’s “mistress.”
Holy shit!, I said to myself. These people were polyamorous! Of course, I knew that they couldn’t have seen themselves as “polyamorous” in the contemporary sense of the word, for the word would not be invented for another fifty years or so after Marston and Holloway invited Byrne into their relationship. However, it sounded to me like they were doing something akin to a poly relationship—as in they had chosen to forge an intimate relationship that included more than two people, and they had built a life together.
In a word, I was hailed. I felt a sense of connection to Holloway, Byrne, and Marston—dare I say queer kinship. I am poly and so were these people from almost a century ago. These are my people! And here were Terri Gross and Jill Lepore talking about it on the usually rather conventional National Public Radio. This doesn’t happen often, so I stopped what I was doing and turned up my radio.
After LePore described the relationship between Holloway, Byrne, and Marston, Terri Gross said, “That’s just so bizarre.” And LePore agreed, “Yeah. It’s so bizarre…hilariously bizarre.”
My bubble burst. Instead of being hailed, I felt slapped in the face. I don’t know what Gross’s or LePore’s relationship history looks like, but they certainly sounded like monogamists looking in at us poly freaks from the outside, and they were calling us bizarre and laughing at us. A much too common experience.
That is why Angela Robinson’s film, Professor Marston and The Wonder Woman, is the real breath of Fresh Air.
I’ll be honest, I went to this film with some trepidation. I wanted to believe I wouldn’t be mocked or depicted as a bizarre spectacle given Angela Robinson’s resume, but polyamory? Between a man and two women? With kink? It would be very easy for Robinson to spill this very tall order.
I was worried that it wouldn’t do justice to just how unconventional the Marstons were. I was concerned it would perpetuate stereotypes about polygamy–dominant, selfish, and exploitive yet lucky (wink wink) men have multiple and suffering wives. I read LePore’s book, and as I write in my forthcoming book, The Poly Gaze, she often interprets the Marston family through this lens. I also didn’t want to see yet another film about a man with a wife and mistress and the bitter, catty, and destructive rivalry between the women.
Though understandable given the lack of feminist and/or queer representations of threesomes or poly triads in mainstream media, my fears and worries turned out to be completely unfounded. Rather than make a spectacle out of the perverts or freaks, Robinson adeptly turns the tables and asks the viewer to question their own assumptions about what is normal. It renders polyamory possible and highlights the dire social sanctions that often come with not living within the boundaries of monogamy. The film also offers a truly rare representation of sexual threesomes as a loving and sexy way to forge intimate bonds, and presents BDSM as a component of healthy relationships rather than a result of psycho-pathology or sexual trauma (think Fifty Shades of Gray).
All of this is rather groundbreaking, and I was, quite literally, in tears as I watched. Tears of joy and relief for being hailed as polyamorous, an enthusiastic participant in threesomes, and a dabbler in kink and not getting slapped in the face with mocking laughter or the pointing fingers of shame.
But these things were not, for me personally, the most unique and striking aspect of this film—though, to be perfectly clear, I do not want to diminish just how significant this film is in its bravery and beauty around polyamory, bisexuality, and kink. The most astonishingly wonderful thing about Angela Robinson’s film version of this story, as seen from my theatre seat, was being hailed as a feminist. Gazing at Elizabeth and Olive admire, fall in love with, and express desire for each other as lovers, not rivals. And even more significant was to witness them consciously and deliberatively (not deliberately, though that works too) choose to forge an unconventional and poly life together with Marston.
Unlike narratives about polygamy where women are passive objects of men’s brutality or desire, this film shows Elizabeth and Olive actively creating a life together and with a man who is an equal partner. Refusing to reproduce tropes about women’s competition with each other for the attention of a man, Angela Robinson situates the women’s admiration and desire for each other at the center of the story. Both women are brilliant feminists. And both women are, as Olive says about Elizabeth, ‘magnificent” and desirous of an unconventional life.
In other words, Angela Robinson has succeeded in transforming a story about a man with a wife and a mistress (as told by Gross and LePore) into two women and a man who bravely forge an unconventional, poly and feminist life.
Whether or not it is an accurate portrayal of the lived experience of Holloway, Byrne, and Marston is impossible to know, and to be perfectly frank, completely uninteresting to me. I am interested in the stories we tell—as historians and as filmmakers and what those stories say about people who live unconventional lives.
I cherish the story told in this film by Angela Robinson because of what it says about those of us who live unconventional, poly lives. Yes, we are freaks, but only in the eyes of those who live conventional lives and want everyone else to follow the rules. Yes, we are sometimes ridiculed and shunned, and yet, because of it, we are brave, strong, and resilient. And some of us, like Elizabeth Holloway, Olive Byrne, and William Marston, and the character Wonder Woman, for that matter, are capable of changing the world. Thank you, Angela Robinson, for telling this part of the story.
Mimi Schippers is an Associate Professor of Sociology and Gender and Sexuality Studies at Tulane University. She is the author of Beyond Monogamy: Polamory and the Future of Polyqueer Sexualities (New York University Press, 2016) and Rockin’ Out of the Box: Gender Maneuvering in Alternative Hard Rock (Rutgers University Press, 2002).
Remember my review where I raved about the XO Flo menstrual cup? I backed GladRags’ campaign to make a petite size! For every cup you pre-order for yourself, they will be sending another one to a person in need.
Reusable menstrual products not only keep thousands of your disposable tampons and pad out of landfills, but you save so much friggin’ money from not having to buy them in the first place. One cup will last you at least ten years, that’s like 520 periods??? I think? I’m not good at math, I may have fucked that up. BUT THE POINT STANDS: Use a menstrual cup, save $$$ for you and save the earth for others and by pre-ordering one through GladRags’ Kickstarter, you’ll be helping a person in need or experiencing homelessness to get one for free. SOUNDS GOOD TO ME.
So yeah! Check it out!
Menstrual Cups for All - XO Flo Mini
YOU’VE ONLY GOT ONE WEEK LEFT TO BACK THIS PROJECT!
They’re just over halfway there and it’s still totally doable to get this thing funded in the next seven days.
If you’re not looking to try out menstrual cups or you don’t have a period yourself but you still want to support this project, backing at the $18 tier will just straight up send a menstrual cup to a person in need. Or the $7 tier gets you a uterus pin that I drew :3
While we’re all waiting for our cephalopod overlords to arrive, a giant steel kraken has taken up residence on the floor of the Caribbean sea. This fantastic 80-foot metal beast is part of a project entitled BVI Art Reef. It was deliberately sunk atop the Kodiak Queen, a decorated WWII fuel barge, in effort to stimulate the development of a new coral ecosystem and, in turn, create a new marine research and education center.
The Kodiak Queen, formerly a Navy fuel barge named the YO-44, was discovered by British photographer Owen Buggy approximately two and a half years ago on the island of Tortola. Instead of letting the historic vessel get picked apart for scrap metal, Buggy approached former boss Sir Richard Branson about collaborating on a restorative art installation. Together with nonprofit Unite B.V.I., artist group Secret Samurai Productions, social justice entrepreneurial group Maverick1000, and ocean education nonprofit Beneath the Waves, the project was established as both an eco-friendly art installation, and a philanthropic measure to rehabilitate native marine species.
Filmmaker Rob Sorrenti is currently creating a documentary about the construction and subsequent sinking of the kraken and the Kodiak Queen. The film is due out ealt next year, but you can watch a clip here:
Head over to Colossal to learn more about this awesome project.
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age & queerness in fandom
I’ve seen a few threads recently arguing that adults don’t belong in digital fan spaces because tumblr and the like are for young people, and I’ve finally put my finger on why this perspective unsettles me so much: because it perfectly mirrors the argument that queer adults - or queer things in general, really - are a creepy, corrupting influence on kids. Given how queer so much fandom content is, especially online, this might seem counter-intuitive, but one of the biggest culturally conditioned fears we have is that there’s something inherently predatory about older queer folx interacting with younger queer folx, because obviously queerness is inherently sexual and therefore something something power dynamics, right?
But the thing is, we’re missing a huge chunk of what should be the visible adult queer community because of the AIDS epidemic, ostracism, suicide and other shit like DADT that keeps or kept people closeted. Which is a big part of why so many younger queer folx don’t know queer history, or have only a passing acquaintance with it: because so many of the people who ought to have handed that knowledge down are missing or dead, or were otherwise kept from speaking. Which is why, in turn, we keep seeing resurgent waves of queer discourse - again, on places like tumblr - where younger people are, without knowing what came before them, both reinventing the wheel and making sweeping, inaccurate statements about their (very truncated view of) community history.
Because that’s the thing: for any culture or a community to survive, you need someone to transmit the history. Adults, elders, historians, senior figures, whatever - you need to keep records, you need people who are invested for the long haul, and above all you need a sense that what you’re building is important or worthwhile enough that it deserves to perpetuate itself. The community itself might change over the years, along with its dominant philosophies and expressions, but these are shifts that happen, not because knowledge has been lost, but because it has increased.
And look. I could go on a whole separate rant about how Western society is increasingly age-segregated in a bunch of unhealthy ways, and why that’s warping our collective memories. The idea that Teen Stuff and Adult Stuff shouldn’t overlap hasn’t sprung up in a vacuum. But fandom is not, should not be and never has been equivalent to the ephemeral, viral shifts of kid culture, the hopscotch games and nursery rhymes and songs and slang that children transmit to each other and then immediately outgrow, so that all subsequent reminiscence of them is detached from participation or up-to-date knowledge, unless obtained secondhand.
Not all adults in fandom are queer, nor is all of fandom queer. But online, in contexts where we’re talking largely about fanfic/fanart rather than convention spaces, and where there’s demonstrable overlap with other areas of queer and feminist discourse, fandom is one of the few arenas in which queer adults routinely interact with queer teens. And particularly knowing there are people in fandom who express a love of queer ships but discomfort with IRL queerness otherwise, it does not sit well with me to see a “But Think Of The Children!” argument being used to suggest that the people who create and maintain fandom are acting inappropriately by doing so.
“it perfectly mirrors the argument that queer adults - or queer things in general, really - are a creepy, corrupting influence on kids.“
THIS.
The disruption of intergenerational ties in a community is a colonization tactic, used to destroy communities.
And it is one that the LGBTQ* community is especially vulnerable to, because of AIDS, because of the traditional suspicion towards queer adults in any mentorship role, because of our paucity of family ties.
It is a form of structural violence, and it is still structural violence when it is unthinkingly perpetuated from within.
To battle! (via Emma_The_Ward)
“while you were hunting for crickets i studied the blade”
A new find has paleontologists considering how the biggest dinosaurs coped with living large
The largest dinosaurs to have ever lived were surprisingly light. I know that might sound strange when we’re talking about animals stretching over 100 feet long and weighing upwards of 45 tons, but it’s true.
Immense, long-necked dinosaurs like Supersaurus had extraordinarily light bones assisted by a complex system of air sacs that so pervaded their skeletons that you can see exactly where they would have been even though the actual soft tissues decayed away millions and millions of years ago.
This was true for comparatively smaller species, too. Even an “average” sauropod was far larger than an African elephant or Paraceratherium, the largest land mammal of all time. Sauropods were enormous by comparison, and air sacs assisted them at all scales…
One of my friends went on a road trip and sent me this
A partial list of amazing things tonight
Team DID YOU KNOW HE’S MY BEST FRIEND scoring both goals
Sidney “too busy taking a selfie with my teammates to accept the Conn Smythe” Crosby
Geno bouncing on the bench and knocking his teammates over in excitement before the game was even won
Kuni with his arms around a crying Hörny watching as his best friend scored the insurance goal
Hainsey having the biggest cinderella playoffs story, 16 years playing pro and getting handed the cup first in his first ever playoffs
“Super Rookie” Jake Guentzel with all his playoff records and ties
Olli “Fuck Yeah!!” on national television Määttä
Chris “Undrafted” Kunitz being the only current player with FOUR CUPS
Matt “He’s meant everything to me” Murray getting the cup from Flower who lifted the cup with the full pride of his 9/16 wins
Geno almost dropping the cup
The team not being able to decide how many fingers they should hold up for the photo
Sidney not holding any up, just holding onto Geno and the Cup
Daley “he’s on another planet” loving on his Captain and teammates
Hags blessing us with a repeat of last year’s selfie demonstrating for us all once again that:
PHIL KESSEL IS A STANLEY CUP CHAMPION^2
Hörny’s warcry in Sid’s face as they hold the cup over their heads and the team screams with them
Geno egging his friends on to completely drench Phil in champagne
BACK TO BACK CHAMPIONS, first in 20 years, and on the 100th season of the NHL
It occurred to me that the T-rex (we really need an official name for her) from the original Jurassic Park only killed one human in the movie, and it was that shitty lawyer who abandoned the kids anyway, so he had it coming. She wasn’t in the second or third film as those took place on the other island. She was, however, in Jurassic World where (spoilers) she saved everyone’s asses, JUST like she did at the end of the first film. So let’s do a tally here.
Humans Killed: 1
Humans Saved: 8 + 1 velociraptor
In conclusion the T-rex is the real protagonist of the series thank you.
These kittens have been spending too much time with the bunnies 😂
Despite the toxic ingredients commonly found in e-cigarettes and other vaping products, many adults don’t think secondhand e-cigarette aerosol poses a risk to children, according to a report published Thursday by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
About one-third of adults surveyed didn’t know if secondhand aerosol caused harm to children, and 40 percent of the adults said this kind of exposure caused “little” or “some” harm to children.
The newness of these products, promotion by the industry and the lack of regulation contribute to the knowledge gap, says Dr. Brian King, one of the study’s authors and the deputy director for research translation at the CDC’s Office on Smoking and Health.
Many Adults Don’t Think Exposure To Vaping Is Bad For Kids
Photo: Mauro Grigollo/Getty Images/iStockphoto
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.
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If Dave Grohl said it, it must be true.
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I reblog this every time I see it, because it’s one of life’s hardest lessons.
“Do or do not, there is no try” is the worst damn advice I was ever been given as a child. Fuck telling kids that their mistakes are the result of deliberate choice; let them know that they can fail for reasons totally beyond their control, and let them know that it’s just important that they earnestly try.
I can’t believe Captain Picard learned everything he knows from Beyoncé.
Always reblog Picard and Beyoncé