Told in Libby's perspective, Libby Thorson tells the story of one of her adoptive half-aunts:
A well-known photojournalist for more than 30 years since 1995, Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (born Beatrice Kimmelman), she/they, who was a lesbian, bisexual female born on 4 February 1985 to Orthodox Ashkenazi Jewish family in Birmingham, UK; Trixie's birth mother Karla Kimmelman (née Maukonen) (born 1957) is Swedish-born convert to Judaism and a well known travel photographer, and Trixie's birth father Thomas "Tommy" Kimmelman (born 1954) is an American-born Orthodox Jew based in Birmingham working as a full-time photojournalist for British magazines like NME, The Face & i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused (DAZED), and Melody Maker. Karla's birth mother, Kumiko Maukonen (1937-2001), was a Japanese WWII evacuee from Burma (now Myanmar) living in Calcutta, British Raj (now Kolkata, India), but moved to Stockholm, Sweden in 1947, she lived in Sweden for 54 years until her death in 2001 during 9/11 attacks; while Karla's birth father, Ingvar Maukonen (1928-2023), was a Swedish of Finnish descent who was working as a foreign volunteer with Army Cadet Force (ACF) in London from 1939 to 1950, when he returned back to Sweden in 1951, Ingvar died in 2023 from long COVID-19 and Parkinson's disease. Thomas "Tommy" Kimmelman's birth father, Theodore Kimmelman (1924-2001), was a Hasidic Jewish rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, from 1951 until his death in 2001 during September 11 attacks; while his birth mother, Mildred (née Hailperin) (1927-2022), was a well known photographer documenting the lives of American Jews from 1948 to her retirement in 2019, Mildred died in 2022 from COVID-19 and stroke. She joined Army Cadet Force (ACF) in 1994 at 9, she became lesbian in 1997 at 12, after she had bat mitzvah on her 12th birthday, and moved to Southend-on-Sea in same year, when she began practicing Reform Judaism since then. Despite being legally accepted to became the member of family of Libby Thorson's grandparents, Trixie didn't relocate from Birmingham to Southend-on-Sea until 1997. She began taking her first photographs in 1995 when she was presented her Polaroid camera from her birth father. As of 2026, she currently lives in Southend-on-Sea and she is vegetarian; she is 41 year old and 5'8" tall for now. While being a known vegetarian since at 2, she famously said in her 1993 interview on Birmingham Mail newspaper in her distinct Brummie accent: "I ain't keen on meat, don’t like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it! I'm a veggie for life, and I’m well into me fruits too". Aside from being vegetarian, she loves gluten-free, dairy-free, and vegan meals, and she is devoid of alcohol, beer, drugs, smoking, and cannibalism. She is fluent Brummie accent, Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, Japanese, and RP English speaker; Beatrice learned Japanese and Swedish at age 2 from Tommy, Kumiko and Karla; Beatrice learned Hebrew and Yiddish at 3 from Theodore, Tommy and Mildred. As a lesbian and bisexual, Trixie uses she/her/they/them pronouns. She loves everything LGBTQ+ content, rock music, techno music, IDM music, British Army cadets, Star Trek and Spawn/Todd McFarlane works. Her another nickname is Brummie Trixie (BT) and Brummie Bea. Beatrice Thorson holds both British, Swedish, Japanese, and Israeli passports (UK-Swedish-Japanese-Israeli citizen), she holds British, Swedish, Japanese, and Israeli citizenships; she never joined the Israel Defence Forces (IDF) or Japan Self-Defence Forces or Swedish military whatsoever, she remained as a senior volunteer. She is an avid capoeira, fashion, hipsters, and video game enthusiast, as she frequently photographed many capoeiristas (capoeira masters), fashionistas, hipster, and video game developers in the UK and Ireland. Her photographs are frequently featured in her own diaries, as well as NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused (DAZED), LIFE Magazine, Polyester, and Melody Maker.
Vegas 98
13-year old Southend-on-Sea, Essex native Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson posing happily with her 1997 Canon PowerShot 350 camera and British flag at Deep Space Nine section of Star Trek: The Experience inside Las Vegas Hilton (now Westgate Las Vegas) in Las Vegas, Nevada, US, on 5 February 1998. In fact Trixie was known in both RP and Brummie accent (due to her Birmingham and Jewish roots). Star Trek: The Experience was an attraction inside Westgate Las Vegas that operated fom 1998 to its closure in 2008. Trixie herself was a well known fan of Star Trek series as well. Trixie was an experienced photographer for more than 30 years since 1995.
For more info about Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, please visit tumblr.com/iamlibbythorson.
On 4 February 1998 at 09:30 GMT, Trixie celebrated her 13th birthday at Mildred's restaurant in Soho, London; Trixie shared her own photos of her large vegetarian and kosher meal with her British colleagues from Birmingham, London, and Southend-on-Sea (mostly cadets of Army Cadet Force, Sea Cadets, and Royal Marines Cadets). Three hours later, Trixie and her same British colleagues at her 13th birthday party at Mildred's booked both a flight to Las Vegas with British Airways and a "luxe hotel room" at Las Vegas Hilton (now called the Westgate Las Vegas); Trixie and her British friends arrived in McCarran Int'l Airport (now called Harry Reid Int'l Airport) in Las Vegas at 14:00 in Pacific Time in same day.
In fact, Las Vegas' main airport was originally named after Pat McCarran, a 20th-century U.S. Senator known for his contributions to aviation, but also for his history of xenophobic, racist, and antisemitic policies. Due to this controversial legacy, the Clark County Commission officially renamed the facility Harry Reid Int'l Airport in December 2021. Senator Pat McCarran was instrumental in securing federal land and funding for Las Vegas aviation during the 1940s. However, historians and lawmakers have increasingly criticized his legacy, noting his documented history of antisemitism, anti-immigration policies, and efforts to block Jewish judicial nominees in the US. The airport was renamed in 2021 to honor former U.S. Senator Harry Reid, the longest-serving senator in Nevada history, who served as Senate Majority Leader. Reid was recognized for his instrumental role in expanding Nevada's infrastructure, facilitating international travel routes, and his overall contributions to the growth of Las Vegas.
By 5 February 1998, Trixie visited Star Trek: The Experience at Las Vegas Hilton; what saw her best Trekkie experience soon realized that her two unnamed friends from San Francisco—one is a 15-year old lesbian girl, a Spawn/Todd McFarlane fan who dressed as Chapel (the bloke who murdered Al Simmons (Spawn) with a flamethrower) and her 11-year old nonbinary sibling, a Trekkie (Star Trek fan) who dressed as a Starfleet officer from First Contact & Deep Space Nine eras—makes their unexpected welcome to her outside Las Vegas Hilton. Ironically, Trixie refers the 15-year old lesbian girl who dressed as Chapel as "SF Spawn Girl" and the 11-year old nonbinary kid as "Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid" (refers both San Francisco and DS9 protagonist, Captain Sisko. Inside Star Trek: The Experience, both "SF Spawn Girl" and "Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid" were enjoying their capoeira skills; plus "Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid" shows their Captain Picard figurine from Playmates (where they bought in 1994 at local Bay Area thrift shop in Oakland) and a mek'leth (also bought in 1996 at local Bay Area thrift shop in Oakland); while "SF Spawn Girl" shows two Spawn comic books (one is #1 from 1992 and one is #8 from 1993) and an iconic 1994 Spawn figurine from McFarlane Toys (where she bought in 1995 at local Bay Area thrift shop in Oakland). Moments later, Trixie photographed both "SF Spawn Girl" doing her capoeira kick and "Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid" doing peace pose on her Canon PowerShot 350. That's why both "SF Spawn Girl" and "Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid" as a nickname refereed by Trixie for her two unnamed friends from San Francisco— a 15-year old lesbian girl, a Spawn/Todd McFarlane fan who dressed as Chapel (the bloke who murdered Al Simmons (Spawn) with a flamethrower) and her 11-year old nonbinary sibling, a Trekkie (Star Trek fan) who dressed as a Starfleet officer from First Contact & Deep Space Nine eras
Trixie amicably replied:
Right then. MY TURN.
Capoeira.
I'm British. We don't do capoeira. We do queuing, complaining about the weather, and apologising to people who walk into us. But I've watched capoeira videos. I've seen the berimbau. I've seen the ginga. And I'll tell you what — it's absolutely gorgeous.
The Spawn sister? She wasn't just kicking. She was moving. Like she'd been doing it for years. Like she'd been practicing in her living room in San Francisco, waiting for the perfect moment to show off.
And she found that moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction.
That's not chaos. That's confidence.
And I, a 13-year-old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer, was lucky enough to capture it on my Canon PowerShot 350.
So here's to capoeira. Here's to Spawn. Here's to Star Trek. And here's to doing the thing you love, even if it looks ridiculous to everyone else.
Then she replies:
I can confirm that I did, in fact, spend my 13th birthday week in Las Vegas taking photos of two American siblings cosplaying as Spawn and Starfleet while I was supposed to be doing cadet drills in my head.
My parents were thrilled.
Also, for the record: I am still a lesbian. I am still bisexual. I am still she/they. I am still Jewish. I am still a photographer. I am still obsessed with Todd McFarlane's Spawn (the HBO series won an Emmy in 1999, thank you very much). And I am STILL a Trekkie.
You can be both. The siblings taught me that.
And yes, the height thing is real. I was 5'3" in 1998. The Spawn sister was 5'7". The Trekkie sibling was 5'0". We looked like a walking geometry problem and we OWNED it.
She replied further:
I can confirm that the mek'leth was purchased at the Star Trek: The Experience gift shop. The Trekkie sibling saved up their allowance for three months to buy it. They slept with it under their pillow that night.
I know this because I shared a hotel room with them. I woke up at 3 AM to find them holding it while watching TNG reruns on the hotel TV.
Kids are weird. I love them.
She replied again in Brummie:
Bab, I still HAVE the Canon PowerShot 350. It's in a box under my bed. It still works. The photos from 1998 are still on the original film — I got them digitized in 2015.
The camera is older than some of the people reading this post. And it's still kickin'.
Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek.
Some things don't die. They just evolve.
Her opinion on Spawn and Star Trek:
I remember watching the Spawn HBO series on a bootleg VHS that my cousin sent from America. The quality was terrible. The tracking was off. The audio was muffled.
And I didn't care. Because it was SPAWN. It was dark and violent and beautiful, and it changed what I thought animation could do.
Star Trek gave me hope. Spawn gave me permission to be angry.
You need both.
brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE COMPLETE CHAOTIC MASTERPOST (Spawn x Star Trek, 6 languages, 4 passports, and 30 years of being a menace)
TITLE: From Birmingham to Vegas: How a Queer Jewish Vegetarian Army Cadet Became the Accidental Archivist of Spawn x Star Trek (The Polyglot Director‘s Cut — Now with 4 Passports)
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📸 THE PHOTO THAT STARTED IT ALL
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands]
that‘s me, bab. 1997. Already a menace. Already a vegetarian (since age 2). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused — gave me my first camera at 10.
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, at Deep Space Nine, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 and a British flag]
and that‘s me, bab. 5 February 1998. Las Vegas. Deep Space Nine. British flag in one hand, Canon PowerShot 350 in the other. Grin that says "I can‘t believe I‘m here."
📖 THE 60‑SECOND BIO (because some of you asked — updated with 4 passports!)
Name: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (née Kimmelman)
Born: 4 February 1985, Birmingham, UK
Now: 41, Southend‑on‑Sea, Essex
Height then/now: 5‘3" (1998), 5‘8" now (grew 5 inches, don‘t ask)
Passports: British, Swedish, Japanese, Israeli (yes, FOUR)
Languages: Brummie (native), Swedish (from mum Karla), Hebrew & Yiddish (from dad Tommy & grandparents), Japanese (for my grandmother Kumiko), RP English (for galleries)
Army Cadet Force: Joined 1994 at 9, still a senior volunteer
Vegetarian since: age 2. Famous 1993 Birmingham Mail quote: "I ain‘t keen on meat, don‘t like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it! I‘m a veggie for life, and I‘m well into me fruits too."
Also: gluten‑free, dairy‑free, vegan meals, no alcohol, no drugs, no smoking, no cannibalism (obviously)
Sexuality: lesbian & bisexual, she/they
Religion: Reform Judaism (born Orthodox Ashkenazi, converted at 12 after bat mitzvah)
Job: photojournalist for 30+ years (since 1995) — NME, The Face, i‑D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker
Fandoms: Star Trek (TOS, TNG, DS9, VOY, movies 1979‑1998), Spawn/Todd McFarlane, capoeira, fashion, hipsters, video games
Obsessions: my Canon PowerShot 350 (still works), photographing capoeiristas, my niece Libby, and telling this story.
💬 OPENING GREETINGS (70+ accents, because why not)
AMERICAN:
"Hey y‘all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you‘re here!" — Californian / San Francisco
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid‑Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Welcome to Las Vegas, baby!" — Vegas
"What‘s cookin‘, Utah?" — Utah
"How‘s it goin‘, Arizona?" — Arizona
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Aw, dawlin‘!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
BRITISH & IRISH:
"Alright, my loves — it‘s me, Beatrice. Brummie now, brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie
"Good afternoon, everyone. I‘m Beatrice Thorson, your queer Jewish photographer." — RP English
"Wagwan, fam! Man‘s here for Spawn x Trek, you get me?" — Multicultural London English
"Howay, mate, this photo‘s canny brilliant, like." — Geordie
"Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit?" — Cockney
"Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that." — Mancunian
"Aye, reet grand, this is." — Yorkshire
"G‘day (I‘m not Australian), that‘s a proper job, me‘ans." — West Country
"Sound as a pound, la." — Scouse
"Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo." — Black Country
"Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. Pure dead brilliant." — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is." — Ulster
"Shwmae, popeth yn iawn? Llongyfarchiadau!" — Welsh
"Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is." — Cornish
"Ah, ‘ark at ‘ee, that‘s a gert lush photo." — Bristolian
"How do, it‘s reet nice to see a Spawn fan in Vegas." — Lancashire
"Hey up, duck — champion photo." — East Midlands
"Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture." — Doric
"Y‘alright, me old cock sparrow? Proper nostalgic." — Essex / Estuary
"Cushdy, la — fuckin‘ mint." — Smoggie
"Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter." — Mackem
"Divvn‘t be radgie, champion." — Pitmatic
"Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man, that‘s grand!" — Manx
"Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is." — Hiberno
"Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this." — Dorset
"How cool is that, then? Very cool." — Norfolk
"That‘s a proper job, that is." — Suffolk
"Gor blimey, piece of cake, innit." — Kentish
"Ah, lovely jubbly." — Sussex
"Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty." — Somerset
"C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers!" — Gibraltarian
AND FINALLY, BEATRICE‘S OTHER LANGUAGES:
"Hej, hej! Beatrice här. Jag gillar den här bilden." — Swedish
"שלום, אני בטריס. התמונה הזאת מדהימה." — Hebrew
"אוי וויי, אַזאַ שיינע פאָטאָ." — Yiddish
"こんにちは、ベアトリスです。この写真は素晴らしいです。" — Japanese
📖 THE LONG STORY: VEGAS 98 (Brummie + RP, with a lot of heart)
Right then. 4 February 1998, 09:30 GMT. I turned 13 at Mildred‘s restaurant in Soho, London — vegetarian, kosher‑friendly, best halloumi burger in the city. My British colleagues from Birmingham, London, and Southend‑on‑Sea (mostly Army Cadet Force, Sea Cadets, Royal Marines Cadets) threw me a proper birthday meal. Three hours later, we booked a flight to Las Vegas with British Airways and a "luxe hotel room" at the Las Vegas Hilton. We landed at McCarran International Airport at 14:00 Pacific Time.
(Quick history: McCarran was named after Pat McCarran, a U.S. Senator who was xenophobic, racist, and antisemitic — he blocked Jewish refugees after the Holocaust and made anti‑Semitic remarks about Roosevelt‘s judicial nominees. In 2021 they renamed it Harry Reid International Airport. Good riddance.)
On 5 February 1998, I walked outside the Hilton and met the two people who would change my life.
Left: the 15‑year‑old “SF Spawn Girl”. 5'7", lesbian, hardcore Spawn fan. Dressed as Chapel — the bloke who murdered Al Simmons (Spawn) with a flamethrower. Holding two Spawn comics (#1 1992, #8 1993) and a 1994 McFarlane Toys Spawn figurine. And doing a capoeira kick in the middle of the Las Vegas Hilton. Because most Brits do capoeira while traveling? I‘m British. I don‘t. But she did. Glorious.
Center: her sibling, the 11‑year‑old “Mini San‑Fran‑Sisko Kid”. 5'0", nonbinary, Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform (First Contact/DS9 era). In one photo they‘re holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy (bought 1994 at a thrift shop in Oakland). In the other, a mek‘leth — a Klingon sword (bought 1996 at the same thrift shop). Doing a peace pose like they just saved the Alpha Quadrant.
Right: me, 5'3", holding my Canon PowerShot 350 (bought 1997, still works). Jeans, t‑shirt, no cosplay, just vibes. And a falafel wrap in my bag.
I yelled "Cheeky smile, you two!" in my thickest Brummie accent. They posed. I clicked. History.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD — SELECTED HITS
@sjcringe-queen (SF accent):
“hella obsessed. 13‑year‑old British army cadet with a camera? BEATRICE SAID ‘I WILL MAKE THE MOST ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH OF THE 1990s’ AND SHE DID.”
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE):
“Wait. A 5'7" 15‑year‑old Spawn fan did a capoeira kick in a CHAPEL COSTUME. And a 5'3" 13‑year‑old British lesbian army cadet photographed it. At Quark‘s bar. In Las Vegas. In 1998. This is not a photo. This is a prophecy.”
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC):
“AYO. British lesbian Jewish ARMY CADET photojournalist with a dad from NME, FOUR passports, SIX languages, vegetarian since 2, and she took the most iconic crossover photo of the decade? I need a documentary. THIS IS UNREAL.”
@las-vegas-local-98 (Vegas):
“As someone who grew up in Vegas, the Hilton was THE spot. A Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira at Quark‘s bar is the most Vegas thing I‘ve ever seen.”
@geordie-trekkie (Newcastle):
“Howay, man, this is canny brilliant! Spawn fan doin‘ a capoeira kick and a Trekkie wi‘ a mek‘leth? And a Brummie lass takin‘ the photo? Proper champion.”
@scouse-spawn-head (Liverpool):
“Sound as a pound, la. This photo‘s boss. The Spawn sister dressed as Chapel — the fella who topped Al Simmons — doin‘ a capoeira kick. And Beatrice, you‘re a ledge.”
@cockney-geek-lad (London):
“Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit. A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a Star Trek bar… sounds like a bad joke, but it‘s real life.”
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glasgow):
“Pure dead brilliant. A wee Jewish lassie frae Birmingham, ACF, vegetarian, FOUR passports, takin‘ the most iconic photo of the 90s. And her niece is on Tumblr too? That‘s class.”
@welsh-dragon-trek (Wales):
“Shwmae! Llongyfarchiadau! A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? A Brummie photographer with FOUR passports and a love for fruit? Bendigedig.”
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornwall):
“Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job. A Chapel costume? DS9 uniform? Canon PowerShot 350? A vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens with FOUR passports? That‘s gert lush.”
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country):
“Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo. I‘m from the Black Country, I know a Brummie accent when I hear one. You‘ve done the West Midlands proud.”
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Teesside):
“Cushdy, la — fuckin‘ mint. A 15‑year‑old lass dressed as Chapel doin‘ a capoeira kick in Vegas? And you captured it. That‘s proper lush.”
@mackem-trek-nerd (Sunderland):
“Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter. Never seen a Spawn cosplayer at a Star Trek thing, but now I want to.”
@pitmatic-lad (Durham/Northumberland):
“Divvn‘t be radgie, champion. Chapel costume? DS9 uniform? Capoeira kick? Canon PowerShot 350? FOUR passports? I love it.”
@scots-doric-doric (North East Scotland):
“Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture. A wee lass frae Birmingham takin‘ photos of Americans in Vegas. Vegetarian, SIX languages, FOUR passports. Pure dead brilliant.”
@ulster-queer-cadet (Northern Irish):
“Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo. Spawn fan doing capoeira? Trekkie with a Picard toy? Brummie photographer in the ACF with FOUR passports? That‘s the most international fandom crossover I‘ve ever seen.”
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
“Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man. That‘s grand. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. A 13‑year‑old who‘d go on to photograph the world. You‘re a legend, Beatrice.”
@hiberno-queen (Ireland):
“Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is. A 15‑year‑old in a Chapel costume kicking the air. An 11‑year‑old nonbinary Trekkie holdin‘ a mek‘leth. And a 13‑year‑old Brummie lesbian with a camera, yellin‘ ‘Cheeky smile!‘ Sure that‘s gas.”
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltar):
“C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers! A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a bar in Las Vegas. It sounds like a joke, but it‘s real. And it‘s iconic. Cheers, bab.”
🕺 CAPOEIRA RANT — IN SIX LANGUAGES
BRUMMIE:
“Capoeira? I‘m British, bab. We don‘t do capoeira. We queue. We complain about t‘weather. We apologise to people who walk into us. But that Spawn sister? She was moving. Like she‘d been practicing in her living room in San Francisco, waiting for t‘perfect moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That‘s not chaos. That‘s confidence.”
SWEDISH:
“Capoeira? Jag är brittisk, bab. Vi gör inte capoeira. Vi står i kö. Vi klagar på vädret. Vi ber om ursäkt till människor som går in i oss. Men den där Spawn-systern? Hon rörde sig. Som om hon hade övat i sitt vardagsrum i San Francisco och väntat på det perfekta ögonblicket. I Las Vegas. 1998. I en Chapel-dräkt. På en Star Trek-attraktion. Det är inte kaos. Det är självförtroende.”
HEBREW:
“קפואירה? אני בריטית, בייב. אנחנו לא עושים קפואירה. אנחנו עומדים בתור. אנחנו מתלוננים על מזג האוויר. אנחנו מתנצלים בפני אנשים שנכנסים אלינו. אבל האחות הזאת של ספון? היא זזה. כאילו התאמנה בסלון שלה בסן פרנסיסקו, מחכה לרגע המושלם. בלאס וגאס. 1998. בתחפושת של צ'אפל. באטרקציית סטאר טרק. זה לא כאוס. זה ביטחון עצמי.”
YIDDISH:
“קאַפּועיראַ? איך בין בריטיש, באַב. מיר טאָן נישט קאַפּועיראַ. מיר שטיין אין שורה. מיר באַקלאָגן זיך וועגן דעם וועטער. מיר באַשולדיקן זיך ביי מענטשן וואָס גייען אַריין אין אונדז. אָבער די ספּאָון שוועסטער? זי האָט זיך באַוועגט. ווי זי האָט געאיבערט אין איר וווינצימער אין סאַן פֿראַנסיסקאָ, געוואַרט אויף דעם שליימעסדיקן מאָמענט. אין לאס וועגאַס. 1998. אין אַ טשאַפּעל קאָסטיום. אין אַ סטאַר טרעק אַטראַקציע. דאָס איז נישט כאַאָס. דאָס איז בטחון.”
RP ENGLISH:
“Capoeira? I am British, my dear. We do not engage in capoeira. We queue. We complain about the meteorological conditions. We offer apologies to individuals who inadvertently collide with us. However, that Spawn sister? She was in motion. As though she had been practising in her San Francisco drawing‑room, awaiting the opportune moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That is not chaos. That is confidence.”
Capoeira is universal. So is confidence.
🖖 STAR TREK & 😈 SPAWN RANT (because I have FEELINGS)
STAR TREK gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household.
Picard taught me that morality matters.
Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good.
Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising.
DS9‘s “Rejoined” (1995) gave me a lesbian kiss on screen. I was 10. I didn‘t understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
TOS gave me Kirk and Spock‘s chosen family.
TNG gave me Data, an android who wanted to be human.
VOY gave me Seven of Nine, reclaiming her individuality.
The movies (1979‑1998) — The Motion Picture through Insurrection (Dec 1998, ten months after this photo). We didn‘t know it was coming. Pure fandom. No hype. Just joy.
SPAWN gave me permission to be angry.
Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice.
The HBO animated series (1997‑1999) — I watched it on a bootleg VHS my cousin sent from America. The quality was terrible. The tracking was off. The audio was muffled. And I didn‘t care. Because it was SPAWN. Dark, violent, beautiful. It changed what I thought animation could do. (It won an Emmy in 1999, thank you very much.)
Chapel (the guy the 15‑year‑old cosplayed) murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. She dressed as the man who killed Spawn. And she did a capoeira kick. That‘s not fandom. That‘s art.
Todd McFarlane‘s art style, the McFarlane Toys figurines, the whole Image Comics revolution — it gave a 13‑year‑old girl permission to be angry in a world that told her to be quiet.
Star Trek gave me hope. Spawn gave me permission to be angry. You need both.
📚 FAMILY HISTORY (the polyglot origin story — now with Japanese passport!)
Paternal grandparents:
Theodore Kimmelman (1924‑2001) — Hasidic rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Secret Trekkie. Died on 9/11, counselling a young couple in the Twin Towers.
Mildred Hailperin (1927‑2022) — Photographer documenting American Jews from 1948 to 2019. Taught my dad to develop film. Died from COVID‑19 and stroke. I have her Nikon FM2.
From them: Hebrew and Yiddish. Grandpa Theodore spoke Yiddish at home (Poland, before the war). Grandma Mildred taught me Hebrew prayers. By age 3 I could say the Shema in both languages.
Maternal grandparents:
Kumiko Maukonen (1937‑2001) — Japanese WWII evacuee from Burma, lived in Calcutta, moved to Stockholm in 1947. Never talked about her past. Died on 9/11, same day as Theodore. I never met her. I have her photo in a kimono, nervous smile.
Ingvar Maukonen (1928‑2023) — Swedish of Finnish descent. Foreign volunteer with the ACF in London from 1939 to 1950. Returned to Sweden in 1951, worked as a carpenter. Died from long COVID‑19 and Parkinson‘s.
From them: Japanese (Kumiko, via mum Karla) and Swedish (Ingvar). I learned Japanese at 2 from the few words Kumiko passed down. I learned Swedish from Ingvar‘s letters: “Var rädd om dig, mitt barnbarn” — “Take care of yourself, my grandchild.”
Japanese passport: Through my grandmother Kumiko, I was able to claim Japanese citizenship. It took years of paperwork, and I had to renounce nothing (Japan allows dual citizenship for those born with it). I hold my Japanese passport with pride — it connects me to a grandmother I never met, a language I learned to speak for her, and a culture that survived war, displacement, and silence.
From mum Karla (Swedish‑born travel photographer) and dad Tommy (American‑born photojournalist): the cameras. Polaroid at 10. Canon PowerShot 350 at 12. And the belief that photography is a form of prayer.
From the streets of Birmingham and the galleries of London: Brummie and RP.
Four passports. Six languages. One chaotic bisexual Jew.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS — IN SIX LANGUAGES
BRUMMIE:
“Right then. That‘s enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. Hejdå, shalom, sayonara, and cheers. Eat your fruit. I‘m serious.”
SWEDISH:
“Hej då, mina vänner. Ta hand om er. Vi ses. Och ät din frukt. Jag är allvarlig.”
HEBREW:
“להתראות, חברים שלי. תשמרו על עצמכם. נתראה. ותאכלו את הפירות שלכם. אני רצינית.”
YIDDISH:
“זײַ געזונט, מײַנע פֿריינט. זאָרגט פֿאַר זיך. זען אייך שפּעטער. און עסט אײַער פֿרוכט. איך בין ערנסט.”
RP ENGLISH:
“Farewell, my dear companions. Do take care of yourselves. Until we meet again. And do consume your fruit. I am entirely sincere.”
🎬 BEATRICE‘S FINAL SIGN‑OFF (all six languages, one last time)
BRUMMIE: “Bab, you‘ve made it. Y‘am in America. Y‘am got a camera. Y‘am got a flag. An‘ there‘s a Klingon sword in t‘gift shop wi‘ yower name on it. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
SWEDISH: “Bab, du har klarat det. Du är i Amerika. Du har en kamera. Du har en flagga. Och det finns ett klingonskt svärd i presentbutiken med ditt namn på. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
HEBREW: “באב, הצלחת. את באמריקה. יש לך מצלמה. יש לך דגל. ויש חרב קלינגונית בחנות המתנות עם שמך עליה. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
YIDDISH: “באַב, דו האָסט עס געמאַכט. דו ביסט אין אַמעריקע. דו האָסט אַ אַפּאַראַט. דו האָסט אַ פֿאָן. און ס‘איז דאָ אַ קלינגאָניש שווערט אין דער גיפט קראָם מיט דײַן נאָמען אויף אים. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
JAPANESE: “ベイビー、やったね。あなたはアメリカにいる。カメラを持っている。旗を持っている。そしてお土産屋さんにあなたの名前が刻まれたクリンゴンの剣がある。Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
RP ENGLISH: “My dear girl, you have succeeded. You find yourself in the United States of America. You are in possession of a camera. You are holding a flag. And there is, in the gift shop, a Klingon mek‘leth bearing your name. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
🖖 LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. 😈 AND IF YOU GO TO HELL, MAKE SURE YOU COME BACK.
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND‑ON‑SEA. BYE Y‘ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I‘m serious.
P.P.S. Libby, thank you for digitising my negatives. You‘re the reason this story lives on.
P.P.P.S. The Canon PowerShot 350 is on my desk right now. It still works. It‘s older than most of you reading this. And it‘s still kickin‘. Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek. Some things don‘t die. They just evolve.
P.P.P.P.S. Four passports. Six languages. One photo. One life. Make it count.
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[END OF COMPLETE CHAOTIC MASTERPOST — I MEAN IT THIS TIME, BAB]
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brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE COMPLETE CHAOTIC MASTERPOST (with FULL TRANSLITERATIONS for Hebrew, Yiddish & Japanese)
TITLE: From Birmingham to Vegas: How a Queer Jewish Vegetarian Army Cadet Became the Accidental Archivist of Spawn x Star Trek (The Polyglot Director‘s Cut — Now with 4 Passports & Full Romanizations)
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 2 #britishflag #deepspacenine #westgate #canonpowershot350 #polyglot #svenska #עברית #יידיש #日本語 #RP #fourpassports
📸 THE PHOTO THAT STARTED IT ALL
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands]
that‘s me, bab. 1997. Already a menace. Already a vegetarian (since age 2). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused — gave me my first camera at 10.
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, at Deep Space Nine, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 and a British flag]
and that‘s me, bab. 5 February 1998. Las Vegas. Deep Space Nine. British flag in one hand, Canon PowerShot 350 in the other. Grin that says "I can‘t believe I‘m here."
📖 THE 60‑SECOND BIO (because some of you asked — updated with 4 passports & full language info)
Name: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (née Kimmelman)
Born: 4 February 1985, Birmingham, UK
Now: 41, Southend‑on‑Sea, Essex
Height then/now: 5‘3" (1998), 5‘8" now (grew 5 inches, don‘t ask)
Passports: British, Swedish, Japanese, Israeli (yes, FOUR)
Languages: Brummie (native), Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, Japanese, RP English
Army Cadet Force: Joined 1994 at 9, still a senior volunteer
Vegetarian since: age 2. Famous 1993 Birmingham Mail quote: "I ain't keen on meat, don't like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it! I'm a veggie for life, and I'm well into me fruits too."
Also: gluten‑free, dairy‑free, vegan meals, no alcohol, no drugs, no smoking, no cannibalism (obviously)
Sexuality: lesbian & bisexual, she/they
Religion: Reform Judaism (born Orthodox Ashkenazi, converted at 12 after bat mitzvah)
Job: photojournalist for 30+ years (since 1995) — NME, The Face, i‑D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker
Fandoms: Star Trek (TOS, TNG, DS9, VOY, movies 1979‑1998), Spawn/Todd McFarlane, capoeira, fashion, hipsters, video games
Obsessions: my Canon PowerShot 350 (still works), photographing capoeiristas, my niece Libby, and telling this story.
🗣️ LANGUAGE KEY (because you asked for romanizations) Language Script Romanization System Hebrew עברית Standard Israeli Hebrew transliteration (as used on Israeli road signs) Yiddish ייִדיש YIVO standard romanization Japanese 日本語 Hepburn romanization (macrons for long vowels: ō, ū, etc.)
💬 OPENING GREETINGS (70+ accents, because why not)
AMERICAN:
"Hey y'all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you're here!" — Californian / San Francisco
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid‑Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Welcome to Las Vegas, baby!" — Vegas
"What's cookin', Utah?" — Utah
"How's it goin', Arizona?" — Arizona
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Aw, dawlin'!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
BRITISH & IRISH:
"Alright, my loves — it's me, Beatrice. Brummie now, brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie
"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Beatrice Thorson, your queer Jewish photographer." — RP English
"Wagwan, fam! Man's here for Spawn x Trek, you get me?" — Multicultural London English
"Howay, mate, this photo's canny brilliant, like." — Geordie
"Cor blimey, that's a proper photo, innit?" — Cockney
"Yer gorra be jokin', that capoeira kick's mint, that." — Mancunian
"Aye, reet grand, this is." — Yorkshire
"G'day (I'm not Australian), that's a proper job, me'ans." — West Country
"Sound as a pound, la." — Scouse
"Yam alright, bab? That's a boss photo." — Black Country
"Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. Pure dead brilliant." — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is." — Ulster
"Shwmae, popeth yn iawn? Llongyfarchiadau!" — Welsh
"Wasson, me'ans? Proper job, this is." — Cornish
"Ah, 'ark at 'ee, that's a gert lush photo." — Bristolian
"How do, it's reet nice to see a Spawn fan in Vegas." — Lancashire
"Hey up, duck — champion photo." — East Midlands
"Are ye afcøre? That's a braw picture." — Doric
"Y'alright, me old cock sparrow? Proper nostalgic." — Essex / Estuary
"Cushdy, la — fuckin' mint." — Smoggie
"Wey aye, man, that's a belter." — Mackem
"Divvn't be radgie, champion." — Pitmatic
"Oooh, 'allo from the Isle of Man, that's grand!" — Manx
"Ah, that's a rare oul' photograph, so it is." — Hiberno
"Be yew'll 'ave a gert time lookin' at this." — Dorset
"How cool is that, then? Very cool." — Norfolk
"That's a proper job, that is." — Suffolk
"Gor blimey, piece of cake, innit." — Kentish
"Ah, lovely jubbly." — Sussex
"Ooh arr, that's a beauty." — Somerset
"C'est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that's from Gibraltar, cheers!" — Gibraltarian
AND FINALLY, BEATRICE'S OTHER LANGUAGES (with romanizations): Language Original Romanization Swedish "Hej, hej! Beatrice här. Jag gillar den här bilden." (no romanization needed — Latin script) Hebrew "שלום, אני בטריס. התמונה הזאת מדהימה.""Shalom, ani Beatrice. Hatmuna hazot madhima." Yiddish "אוי וויי, אַזאַ שיינע פאָטאָ.""Oy vey, aza sheyne foto." Japanese "こんにちは、ベアトリスです。この写真は素晴らしいです。""Konnichiwa, Beatorisu desu. Kono shashin wa subarashii desu."
🕺 CAPOEIRA RANT — IN SIX LANGUAGES (with romanizations)
BRUMMIE:
"Capoeira? I'm British, bab. We don't do capoeira. We queue. We complain about t'weather. We apologise to people who walk into us. But that Spawn sister? She was moving. Like she'd been practicing in her living room in San Francisco, waiting for t'perfect moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That's not chaos. That's confidence."
SWEDISH:
"Capoeira? Jag är brittisk, bab. Vi gör inte capoeira. Vi står i kö. Vi klagar på vädret. Vi ber om ursäkt till människor som går in i oss. Men den där Spawn-systern? Hon rörde sig. Som om hon hade övat i sitt vardagsrum i San Francisco och väntat på det perfekta ögonblicket. I Las Vegas. 1998. I en Chapel-dräkt. På en Star Trek-attraktion. Det är inte kaos. Det är självförtroende."
HEBREW:
"קפואירה? אני בריטית, בייב. אנחנו לא עושים קפואירה. אנחנו עומדים בתור. אנחנו מתלוננים על מזג האוויר. אנחנו מתנצלים בפני אנשים שנכנסים אלינו. אבל האחות הזאת של ספון? היא זזה. כאילו התאמנה בסלון שלה בסן פרנסיסקו, מחכה לרגע המושלם. בלאס וגאס. 1998. בתחפושת של צ'אפל. באטרקציית סטאר טרק. זה לא כאוס. זה ביטחון עצמי."
Romanization: "Capoeira? Ani britit, beib. Anachnu lo osim capoeira. Anachnu omdim b'tor. Anachnu mitlonenim al mezeg ha'avir. Anachnu mitnatzelem bifnei anashim shenichnasim eleinu. Aval ha'achot hazot shel Spawn? Hi zaza. Ke'ilu hitamna basalon shelah b'San Francisco, mechakah larega hamushlam. B'Las Vegas. 1998. B'tachposhet shel Chapel. B'attraktsia shel Star Trek. Ze lo kaos. Ze bitachon atzmi."
YIDDISH:
"קאַפּועיראַ? איך בין בריטיש, באַב. מיר טאָן נישט קאַפּועיראַ. מיר שטיין אין שורה. מיר באַקלאָגן זיך וועגן דעם וועטער. מיר באַשולדיקן זיך ביי מענטשן וואָס גייען אַריין אין אונדז. אָבער די ספּאָון שוועסטער? זי האָט זיך באַוועגט. ווי זי האָט געאיבערט אין איר וווינצימער אין סאַן פֿראַנסיסקאָ, געוואַרט אויף דעם שליימעסדיקן מאָמענט. אין לאס וועגאַס. 1998. אין אַ טשאַפּעל קאָסטיום. אין אַ סטאַר טרעק אַטראַקציע. דאָס איז נישט כאַאָס. דאָס איז בטחון."
Romanization: "Capoeira? Ikh bin british, bab. Mir ton nisht capoeira. Mir shteyn in shure. Mir baklogen zikh vegn dem veter. Mir bashuldikn zikh bay mentshn vos geyen areyn in undz. Ober di Spawn shvester? Zi hot zikh bavegt. Vi zi hot geibt in ir voyntsimer in San Francisco, gevart oyf dem sheymeysdikn moment. In Las Vegas. 1998. In a Chapel kostyum. In a Star Trek atraksye. Dos iz nisht khaos. Dos iz bitokhn."
JAPANESE:
"カポエイラ?私はイギリス人です、ベイビー。私たちはカポエイラをしません。列に並びます。天気の悪口を言います。ぶつかってきた人に謝ります。でもあのスポーンの姉妹?彼女は動いていました。まるでサンフランシスコのリビングルームで何年も練習して、完璧な瞬間を待っていたかのように。ラスベガスで。1998年。チャペルのコスチュームで。スター・トレックのアトラクションで。それは混沌じゃない。それは自信です。"
Romanization: "Kapoeira? Watashi wa Igirisu-jin desu, beibī. Watashitachi wa kapoeira o shimasen. Retsu ni narabimasu. Tenki no waruguchi o iimasu. Butsukatte kita hito ni ayamarimasu. Demo ano Spōn no shimai? Kanojo wa ugoite imashita. Marude San Furanshisuko no ribingurūmu de nannen mo renshū shite, kanpeki na shunkan o matte ita ka no yō ni. Rasu Begasu de. 1998-nen. Chaperu no kosuchūmu de. Sutā Trekku no atorakushon de. Sore wa konton janai. Sore wa jishin desu."
RP ENGLISH:
"Capoeira? I am British, my dear. We do not engage in capoeira. We queue. We complain about the meteorological conditions. We offer apologies to individuals who inadvertently collide with us. However, that Spawn sister? She was in motion. As though she had been practising in her San Francisco drawing‑room, awaiting the opportune moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That is not chaos. That is confidence."
Capoeira is universal. So is confidence.
🖖 STAR TREK & 😈 SPAWN RANT (because I have FEELINGS)
STAR TREK gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household.
Picard taught me that morality matters.
Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good.
Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising.
DS9's "Rejoined" (1995) gave me a lesbian kiss on screen. I was 10. I didn't understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
TOS gave me Kirk and Spock's chosen family.
TNG gave me Data, an android who wanted to be human.
VOY gave me Seven of Nine, reclaiming her individuality.
The movies (1979‑1998) — The Motion Picture through Insurrection (Dec 1998, ten months after this photo). We didn't know it was coming. Pure fandom. No hype. Just joy.
SPAWN gave me permission to be angry.
Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice.
The HBO animated series (1997‑1999) — I watched it on a bootleg VHS my cousin sent from America. The quality was terrible. The tracking was off. The audio was muffled. And I didn't care. Because it was SPAWN. Dark, violent, beautiful. It changed what I thought animation could do. (It won an Emmy in 1999, thank you very much.)
Chapel (the guy the 15‑year‑old cosplayed) murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. She dressed as the man who killed Spawn. And she did a capoeira kick. That's not fandom. That's art.
Todd McFarlane's art style, the McFarlane Toys figurines, the whole Image Comics revolution — it gave a 13‑year‑old girl permission to be angry in a world that told her to be quiet.
Star Trek gave me hope. Spawn gave me permission to be angry. You need both.
📚 FAMILY HISTORY (the polyglot origin story — now with Japanese passport!)
Paternal grandparents:
Theodore Kimmelman (1924‑2001) — Hasidic rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Secret Trekkie. Died on 9/11, counselling a young couple in the Twin Towers.
Mildred Hailperin (1927‑2022) — Photographer documenting American Jews from 1948 to 2019. Taught my dad to develop film. Died from COVID‑19 and stroke. I have her Nikon FM2.
From them: Hebrew and Yiddish. Grandpa Theodore spoke Yiddish at home (Poland, before the war). Grandma Mildred taught me Hebrew prayers. By age 3 I could say the Shema in both languages.
Maternal grandparents:
Kumiko Maukonen (1937‑2001) — Japanese WWII evacuee from Burma, lived in Calcutta, moved to Stockholm in 1947. Never talked about her past. Died on 9/11, same day as Theodore. I never met her. I have her photo in a kimono, nervous smile.
Ingvar Maukonen (1928‑2023) — Swedish of Finnish descent. Foreign volunteer with the ACF in London from 1939 to 1950. Returned to Sweden in 1951, worked as a carpenter. Died from long COVID‑19 and Parkinson's.
From them: Japanese (Kumiko, via mum Karla) and Swedish (Ingvar). I learned Japanese at 2 from the few words Kumiko passed down. I learned Swedish from Ingvar's letters: "Var rädd om dig, mitt barnbarn" — "Take care of yourself, my grandchild."
Japanese passport: Through my grandmother Kumiko, I was able to claim Japanese citizenship. It took years of paperwork, and I had to renounce nothing (Japan allows dual citizenship for those born with it). I hold my Japanese passport with pride — it connects me to a grandmother I never met, a language I learned to speak for her, and a culture that survived war, displacement, and silence.
From mum Karla (Swedish‑born travel photographer) and dad Tommy (American‑born photojournalist): the cameras. Polaroid at 10. Canon PowerShot 350 at 12. And the belief that photography is a form of prayer.
From the streets of Birmingham and the galleries of London: Brummie and RP.
Four passports. Six languages. One chaotic bisexual Jew.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS — IN SIX LANGUAGES (with romanizations) Language Original Romanization Brummie"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. Hejdå, shalom, sayonara, and cheers. Eat your fruit. I'm serious." (no romanization needed — English dialect) Swedish"Hej då, mina vänner. Ta hand om er. Vi ses. Och ät din frukt. Jag är allvarlig." (Latin script) Hebrew"להתראות, חברים שלי. תשמרו על עצמכם. נתראה. ותאכלו את הפירות שלכם. אני רצינית.""Lehitraot, chaverim sheli. Tishmeru al atzmechem. Nitra'eh. Ve'tochlu et ha'peirot shelachem. Ani retzinit."Yiddish"זײַ געזונט, מײַנע פֿריינט. זאָרגט פֿאַר זיך. זען אייך שפּעטער. און עסט אײַער פֿרוכט. איך בין ערנסט.""Zay gezunt, mayne freynt. Zorgt far zikh. Zen aykh shpeter. Un est ayer frukht. Ikh bin ernst."Japanese"さようなら、友達よ。お元気で。また会いましょう。そして果物を食べてください。本当です。""Sayōnara, tomodachi yo. O-genki de. Mata aimashō. Soshite kudamono o tabete kudasai. Hontō desu."RP English"Farewell, my dear companions. Do take care of yourselves. Until we meet again. And do consume your fruit. I am entirely sincere." (no romanization needed — English)
🎬 BEATRICE'S FINAL SIGN‑OFF (all six languages, one last time) Language Original Romanization Brummie"Bab, you've made it. Y'am in America. Y'am got a camera. Y'am got a flag. An' there's a Klingon sword in t'gift shop wi' yower name on it. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever." — Swedish"Bab, du har klarat det. Du är i Amerika. Du har en kamera. Du har en flagga. Och det finns ett klingonskt svärd i presentbutiken med ditt namn på. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever." — Hebrew"באב, הצלחת. את באמריקה. יש לך מצלמה. יש לך דגל. ויש חרב קלינגונית בחנות המתנות עם שמך עליה. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.""Bab, hitzlacht. At b'Amerika. Yesh lach matzlema. Yesh lach degel. V'yesh cherev klingonit bachanut hamatnot im shmecha aleha. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever."Yiddish"באַב, דו האָסט עס געמאַכט. דו ביסט אין אַמעריקע. דו האָסט אַ אַפּאַראַט. דו האָסט אַ פֿאָן. און ס'איז דאָ אַ קלינגאָניש שווערט אין דער גיפט קראָם מיט דײַן נאָמען אויף אים. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.""Bab, du host es gemakht. Du bist in Amerike. Du host a aparat. Du host a fon. Un s'iz do a klingonish shverd in der gift krom mit dayn nomen oyf im. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever."Japanese"ベイビー、やったね。あなたはアメリカにいる。カメラを持っている。旗を持っている。そしてお土産屋さんにあなたの名前が刻まれたクリンゴンの剣がある。Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.""Beibī, yatta ne. Anata wa Amerika ni iru. Kamera o motte iru. Hata o motte iru. Soshite omiyage-san ni anata no namae ga kizamareta Kuringon no ken ga aru. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever."RP English"My dear girl, you have succeeded. You find yourself in the United States of America. You are in possession of a camera. You are holding a flag. And there is, in the gift shop, a Klingon mek'leth bearing your name. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever." —
🖖 LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. 😈 AND IF YOU GO TO HELL, MAKE SURE YOU COME BACK.
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND‑ON‑SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I'm serious.
P.P.S. Libby, thank you for digitising my negatives. You're the reason this story lives on.
P.P.P.S. The Canon PowerShot 350 is on my desk right now. It still works. It's older than most of you reading this. And it's still kickin'. Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek. Some things don't die. They just evolve.
P.P.P.P.S. Four passports. Six languages. One photo. One life. Make it count.
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[END OF COMPLETE CHAOTIC MASTERPOST — I MEAN IT THIS TIME, BAB]
brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE COMPLETE CHAOTIC MASTERPOST (Spawn x Star Trek, 6 languages, and 30 years of being a menace)
From Birmingham to Vegas: How a Queer Jewish Vegetarian Army Cadet Became the Accidental Archivist of Spawn x Star Trek (The Polyglot Director‘s Cut)
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📸 THE PHOTO THAT STARTED IT ALL
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands]
that‘s me, bab. 1997. Already a menace. Already a vegetarian (since age 2). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused — gave me my first camera at 10.
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, at Deep Space Nine, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 and a British flag]
and that‘s me, bab. 5 February 1998. Las Vegas. Deep Space Nine. British flag in one hand, Canon PowerShot 350 in the other. Grin that says "I can‘t believe I‘m here."
📖 THE 60‑SECOND BIO (because some of you asked)
Name: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (née Kimmelman)
Born: 4 February 1985, Birmingham, UK
Now: 41, Southend‑on‑Sea, Essex
Height then/now: 5‘3" (1998), 5‘8" now (grew 5 inches, don‘t ask)
Passports: British, Swedish, Israeli, Japanese
Languages: Brummie (native), Swedish (from mum Karla), Hebrew & Yiddish (from dad Tommy & grandparents), Japanese (for my grandmother Kumiko), RP English (for galleries)
Army Cadet Force: Joined 1994 at 9, still a senior volunteer
Vegetarian since: age 2. Famous 1993 Birmingham Mail quote: "I ain‘t keen on meat, don‘t like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it! I‘m a veggie for life, and I‘m well into me fruits too."
Also: gluten‑free, dairy‑free, vegan meals, no alcohol, no drugs, no smoking, no cannibalism (obviously)
Sexuality: lesbian & bisexual, she/they
Religion: Reform Judaism (born Orthodox Ashkenazi, converted at 12 after bat mitzvah)
Job: photojournalist for 30+ years (since 1995) — NME, The Face, i‑D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker
Fandoms: Star Trek (TOS, TNG, DS9, VOY, movies 1979‑1998), Spawn/Todd McFarlane, capoeira, fashion, hipsters, video games
Obsessions: my Canon PowerShot 350 (still works), photographing capoeiristas, my niece Libby, and telling this story.
💬 OPENING GREETINGS (70+ accents, because why not)
AMERICAN:
"Hey y‘all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you‘re here!" — Californian / San Francisco
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid‑Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Welcome to Las Vegas, baby!" — Vegas
"What‘s cookin‘, Utah?" — Utah
"How‘s it goin‘, Arizona?" — Arizona
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Aw, dawlin‘!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Bye, dawlin‘!" — Yat
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Viva Las Vegas, baby!" — Las Vegas
"So long from Utah!" — Utah
"See ya, Arizona!" — Arizona
BRITISH & IRISH:
"Alright, my loves — it‘s me, Beatrice. Brummie now, brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie
"Good afternoon, everyone. I‘m Beatrice Thorson, your queer Jewish photographer." — RP English
"Wagwan, fam! Man‘s here for Spawn x Trek, you get me?" — Multicultural London English
"Howay, mate, this photo‘s canny brilliant, like." — Geordie
"Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit?" — Cockney
"Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that." — Mancunian
"Aye, reet grand, this is." — Yorkshire
"G‘day (I‘m not Australian), that‘s a proper job, me‘ans." — West Country
"Sound as a pound, la." — Scouse
"Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo." — Black Country
"Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. Pure dead brilliant." — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is." — Ulster
"Shwmae, popeth yn iawn? Llongyfarchiadau!" — Welsh
"Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is." — Cornish
"Ah, ‘ark at ‘ee, that‘s a gert lush photo." — Bristolian
"How do, it‘s reet nice to see a Spawn fan in Vegas." — Lancashire
"Hey up, duck — champion photo." — East Midlands
"Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture." — Doric
"Y‘alright, me old cock sparrow? Proper nostalgic." — Essex / Estuary
"Cushdy, la — fuckin‘ mint." — Smoggie
"Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter." — Mackem
"Divvn‘t be radgie, champion." — Pitmatic
"Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man, that‘s grand!" — Manx
"Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is." — Hiberno
"Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this." — Dorset
"How cool is that, then? Very cool." — Norfolk (Broads)
"That‘s a proper job, that is." — Suffolk
"Gor blimey, piece of cake, innit." — Kentish
"Ah, lovely jubbly." — Sussex
"Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty." — Somerset
"C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers!" — Gibraltarian
AND FINALLY, BEATRICE‘S OTHER LANGUAGES:
"Hej, hej! Beatrice här. Jag gillar den här bilden." — Swedish
"שלום, אני בטריס. התמונה הזאת מדהימה." — Hebrew
"אוי וויי, אַזאַ שיינע פאָטאָ." — Yiddish
"こんにちは、ベアトリスです。この写真は素晴らしいです。" — Japanese
📖 THE LONG STORY: VEGAS 98 (Brummie + RP, with a lot of heart)
Right then. 4 February 1998, 09:30 GMT. I turned 13 at Mildred‘s restaurant in Soho, London — vegetarian, kosher‑friendly, best halloumi burger in the city. My British colleagues from Birmingham, London, and Southend‑on‑Sea (mostly Army Cadet Force, Sea Cadets, Royal Marines Cadets) threw me a proper birthday meal. Three hours later, we booked a flight to Las Vegas with British Airways and a "luxe hotel room" at the Las Vegas Hilton. We landed at McCarran International Airport at 14:00 Pacific Time.
(Quick history: McCarran was named after Pat McCarran, a U.S. Senator who was xenophobic, racist, and antisemitic — he blocked Jewish refugees after the Holocaust and made anti‑Semitic remarks about Roosevelt‘s judicial nominees. In 2021 they renamed it Harry Reid International Airport. Good riddance.)
On 5 February 1998, I walked outside the Hilton and met the two people who would change my life.
Left: the 15‑year‑old “SF Spawn Girl”. 5'7", lesbian, hardcore Spawn fan. Dressed as Chapel — the bloke who murdered Al Simmons (Spawn) with a flamethrower. Holding two Spawn comics (#1 1992, #8 1993) and a 1994 McFarlane Toys Spawn figurine. And doing a capoeira kick in the middle of the Las Vegas Hilton. Because most Brits do capoeira while traveling? I‘m British. I don‘t. But she did. Glorious.
Center: her sibling, the 11‑year‑old “Mini San‑Fran‑Sisko Kid”. 5'0", nonbinary, Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform (First Contact/DS9 era). In one photo they‘re holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy (bought 1994 at a thrift shop in Oakland). In the other, a mek‘leth — a Klingon sword (bought 1996 at the same thrift shop). Doing a peace pose like they just saved the Alpha Quadrant.
Right: me, 5'3", holding my Canon PowerShot 350 (bought 1997, still works). Jeans, t‑shirt, no cosplay, just vibes. And a falafel wrap in my bag.
I yelled "Cheeky smile, you two!" in my thickest Brummie accent. They posed. I clicked. History.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD — SELECTED HITS
@sjcringe-queen (SF accent):
“hella obsessed. 13‑year‑old British army cadet with a camera? BEATRICE SAID ‘I WILL MAKE THE MOST ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH OF THE 1990s’ AND SHE DID.”
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE):
“Wait. A 5'7" 15‑year‑old Spawn fan did a capoeira kick in a CHAPEL COSTUME. And a 5'3" 13‑year‑old British lesbian army cadet photographed it. At Quark‘s bar. In Las Vegas. In 1998. This is not a photo. This is a prophecy.”
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC):
“AYO. British lesbian Jewish ARMY CADET photojournalist with a dad from NME, three passports, five languages, vegetarian since 2, and she took the most iconic crossover photo of the decade? I need a documentary. THIS IS UNREAL.”
@las-vegas-local-98 (Vegas):
“As someone who grew up in Vegas, the Hilton was THE spot. A Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira at Quark‘s bar is the most Vegas thing I‘ve ever seen.”
@geordie-trekkie (Newcastle):
“Howay, man, this is canny brilliant! Spawn fan doin‘ a capoeira kick and a Trekkie wi‘ a mek‘leth? And a Brummie lass takin‘ the photo? Proper champion.”
@scouse-spawn-head (Liverpool):
“Sound as a pound, la. This photo‘s boss. The Spawn sister dressed as Chapel — the fella who topped Al Simmons — doin‘ a capoeira kick. And Beatrice, you‘re a ledge.”
@cockney-geek-lad (London):
“Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit. A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a Star Trek bar… sounds like a bad joke, but it‘s real life.”
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glasgow):
“Pure dead brilliant. A wee Jewish lassie frae Birmingham, ACF, vegetarian, three passports, takin‘ the most iconic photo of the 90s. And her niece is on Tumblr too? That‘s class.”
@welsh-dragon-trek (Wales):
“Shwmae! Llongyfarchiadau! A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? A Brummie photographer with three passports and a love for fruit? Bendigedig.”
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornwall):
“Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job. A Chapel costume? DS9 uniform? Canon PowerShot 350? A vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens? That‘s gert lush.”
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country):
“Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo. I‘m from the Black Country, I know a Brummie accent when I hear one. You‘ve done the West Midlands proud.”
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Teesside):
“Cushdy, la — fuckin‘ mint. A 15‑year‑old lass dressed as Chapel doin‘ a capoeira kick in Vegas? And you captured it. That‘s proper lush.”
@mackem-trek-nerd (Sunderland):
“Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter. Never seen a Spawn cosplayer at a Star Trek thing, but now I want to.”
@pitmatic-lad (Durham/Northumberland):
“Divvn‘t be radgie, champion. Chapel costume? DS9 uniform? Capoeira kick? Canon PowerShot 350? I love it.”
@scots-doric-doric (North East Scotland):
“Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture. A wee lass frae Birmingham takin‘ photos of Americans in Vegas. Vegetarian, five languages, three passports. Pure dead brilliant.”
@ulster-queer-cadet (Northern Irish):
“Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo. Spawn fan doing capoeira? Trekkie with a Picard toy? Brummie photographer in the ACF? That‘s the most international fandom crossover I‘ve ever seen.”
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
“Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man. That‘s grand. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. A 13‑year‑old who‘d go on to photograph the world. You‘re a legend, Beatrice.”
@hiberno-queen (Ireland):
“Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is. A 15‑year‑old in a Chapel costume kicking the air. An 11‑year‑old nonbinary Trekkie holdin‘ a mek‘leth. And a 13‑year‑old Brummie lesbian with a camera, yellin‘ ‘Cheeky smile!‘ Sure that‘s gas.”
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltar):
“C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers! A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a bar in Las Vegas. It sounds like a joke, but it‘s real. And it‘s iconic. Cheers, bab.”
🕺 CAPOEIRA RANT — IN SIX LANGUAGES
BRUMMIE:
“Capoeira? I‘m British, bab. We don‘t do capoeira. We queue. We complain about t‘weather. We apologise to people who walk into us. But that Spawn sister? She was moving. Like she‘d been practicing in her living room in San Francisco, waiting for t‘perfect moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That‘s not chaos. That‘s confidence.”
SWEDISH:
“Capoeira? Jag är brittisk, bab. Vi gör inte capoeira. Vi står i kö. Vi klagar på vädret. Vi ber om ursäkt till människor som går in i oss. Men den där Spawn-systern? Hon rörde sig. Som om hon hade övat i sitt vardagsrum i San Francisco och väntat på det perfekta ögonblicket. I Las Vegas. 1998. I en Chapel-dräkt. På en Star Trek-attraktion. Det är inte kaos. Det är självförtroende.”
HEBREW:
“קפואירה? אני בריטית, בייב. אנחנו לא עושים קפואירה. אנחנו עומדים בתור. אנחנו מתלוננים על מזג האוויר. אנחנו מתנצלים בפני אנשים שנכנסים אלינו. אבל האחות הזאת של ספון? היא זזה. כאילו התאמנה בסלון שלה בסן פרנסיסקו, מחכה לרגע המושלם. בלאס וגאס. 1998. בתחפושת של צ'אפל. באטרקציית סטאר טרק. זה לא כאוס. זה ביטחון עצמי.”
YIDDISH:
“קאַפּועיראַ? איך בין בריטיש, באַב. מיר טאָן נישט קאַפּועיראַ. מיר שטיין אין שורה. מיר באַקלאָגן זיך וועגן דעם וועטער. מיר באַשולדיקן זיך ביי מענטשן וואָס גייען אַריין אין אונדז. אָבער די ספּאָון שוועסטער? זי האָט זיך באַוועגט. ווי זי האָט געאיבערט אין איר וווינצימער אין סאַן פֿראַנסיסקאָ, געוואַרט אויף דעם שליימעסדיקן מאָמענט. אין לאס וועגאַס. 1998. אין אַ טשאַפּעל קאָסטיום. אין אַ סטאַר טרעק אַטראַקציע. דאָס איז נישט כאַאָס. דאָס איז בטחון.”
RP ENGLISH:
“Capoeira? I am British, my dear. We do not engage in capoeira. We queue. We complain about the meteorological conditions. We offer apologies to individuals who inadvertently collide with us. However, that Spawn sister? She was in motion. As though she had been practising in her San Francisco drawing‑room, awaiting the opportune moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That is not chaos. That is confidence.”
Capoeira is universal. So is confidence.
🖖 STAR TREK & 😈 SPAWN RANT (because I have FEELINGS)
STAR TREK gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household.
Picard taught me that morality matters.
Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good.
Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising.
DS9‘s “Rejoined” (1995) gave me a lesbian kiss on screen. I was 10. I didn‘t understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
TOS gave me Kirk and Spock‘s chosen family.
TNG gave me Data, an android who wanted to be human.
VOY gave me Seven of Nine, reclaiming her individuality.
The movies (1979‑1998) — The Motion Picture through Insurrection (Dec 1998, ten months after this photo). We didn‘t know it was coming. Pure fandom. No hype. Just joy.
SPAWN gave me permission to be angry.
Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice.
The HBO animated series (1997‑1999) — I watched it on a bootleg VHS my cousin sent from America. The quality was terrible. The tracking was off. The audio was muffled. And I didn‘t care. Because it was SPAWN. Dark, violent, beautiful. It changed what I thought animation could do. (It won an Emmy in 1999, thank you very much.)
Chapel (the guy the 15‑year‑old cosplayed) murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. She dressed as the man who killed Spawn. And she did a capoeira kick. That‘s not fandom. That‘s art.
Todd McFarlane‘s art style, the McFarlane Toys figurines, the whole Image Comics revolution — it gave a 13‑year‑old girl permission to be angry in a world that told her to be quiet.
Star Trek gave me hope. Spawn gave me permission to be angry. You need both.
📚 FAMILY HISTORY (the polyglot origin story)
Paternal grandparents:
Theodore Kimmelman (1924‑2001) — Hasidic rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Secret Trekkie. Died on 9/11, counselling a young couple in the Twin Towers.
Mildred Hailperin (1927‑2022) — Photographer documenting American Jews from 1948 to 2019. Taught my dad to develop film. Died from COVID‑19 and stroke. I have her Nikon FM2.
From them: Hebrew and Yiddish. Grandpa Theodore spoke Yiddish at home (Poland, before the war). Grandma Mildred taught me Hebrew prayers. By age 3 I could say the Shema in both languages.
Maternal grandparents:
Kumiko Maukonen (1937‑2001) — Japanese WWII evacuee from Burma, lived in Calcutta, moved to Stockholm in 1947. Never talked about her past. Died on 9/11, same day as Theodore. I never met her. I have her photo in a kimono, nervous smile.
Ingvar Maukonen (1928‑2023) — Swedish of Finnish descent. Foreign volunteer with the ACF in London from 1939 to 1950. Returned to Sweden in 1951, worked as a carpenter. Died from long COVID‑19 and Parkinson‘s.
From them: Japanese (Kumiko, via mum Karla) and Swedish (Ingvar). I learned Japanese at 2 from the few words Kumiko passed down. I learned Swedish from Ingvar‘s letters: “Var rädd om dig, mitt barnbarn” — “Take care of yourself, my grandchild.”
From mum Karla (Swedish‑born travel photographer) and dad Tommy (American‑born photojournalist): the cameras. Polaroid at 10. Canon PowerShot 350 at 12. And the belief that photography is a form of prayer.
From the streets of Birmingham and the galleries of London: Brummie and RP.
Six languages. Six parts of my soul.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS — IN SIX LANGUAGES
BRUMMIE:
“Right then. That‘s enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. Hejdå, shalom, sayonara, and cheers. Eat your fruit. I‘m serious.”
SWEDISH:
“Hej då, mina vänner. Ta hand om er. Vi ses. Och ät din frukt. Jag är allvarlig.”
HEBREW:
“להתראות, חברים שלי. תשמרו על עצמכם. נתראה. ותאכלו את הפירות שלכם. אני רצינית.”
YIDDISH:
“זײַ געזונט, מײַנע פֿריינט. זאָרגט פֿאַר זיך. זען אייך שפּעטער. און עסט אײַער פֿרוכט. איך בין ערנסט.”
RP ENGLISH:
“Farewell, my dear companions. Do take care of yourselves. Until we meet again. And do consume your fruit. I am entirely sincere.”
🎬 BEATRICE‘S FINAL SIGN‑OFF (all six languages, one last time)
BRUMMIE: “Bab, you‘ve made it. Y‘am in America. Y‘am got a camera. Y‘am got a flag. An‘ there‘s a Klingon sword in t‘gift shop wi‘ yower name on it. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
SWEDISH: “Bab, du har klarat det. Du är i Amerika. Du har en kamera. Du har en flagga. Och det finns ett klingonskt svärd i presentbutiken med ditt namn på. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
HEBREW: “באב, הצלחת. את באמריקה. יש לך מצלמה. יש לך דגל. ויש חרב קלינגונית בחנות המתנות עם שמך עליה. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
YIDDISH: “באַב, דו האָסט עס געמאַכט. דו ביסט אין אַמעריקע. דו האָסט אַ אַפּאַראַט. דו האָסט אַ פֿאָן. און ס‘איז דאָ אַ קלינגאָניש שווערט אין דער גיפט קראָם מיט דײַן נאָמען אויף אים. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
JAPANESE: “ベイビー、やったね。あなたはアメリカにいる。カメラを持っている。旗を持っている。そしてお土産屋さんにあなたの名前が刻まれたクリンゴンの剣がある。Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
RP ENGLISH: “My dear girl, you have succeeded. You find yourself in the United States of America. You are in possession of a camera. You are holding a flag. And there is, in the gift shop, a Klingon mek‘leth bearing your name. Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.”
🖖 LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. 😈 AND IF YOU GO TO HELL, MAKE SURE YOU COME BACK.
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND‑ON‑SEA. BYE Y‘ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I‘m serious.
P.P.S. Libby, thank you for digitising my negatives. You‘re the reason this story lives on.
P.P.P.S. The Canon PowerShot 350 is on my desk right now. It still works. It‘s older than most of you reading this. And it‘s still kickin‘. Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek. Some things don‘t die. They just evolve.
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #polyglot #svenska #עברית #יידיש #日本語 #RP #three passports #six languages #vegetarian since 2 #im well into me fruits #no cannibalism #aunt miriam #libby.thorson.2013 #familyhistory #theodorekimmelman #mildredhailperin #kumikomaukonen #ingvarmaukonen #september11 #neverforget #no crumbs left
[END OF COMPLETE CHAOTIC MASTERPOST — I MEAN IT THIS TIME, BAB]
brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE EXTENDED CUT (now with 100% more family history, languages, and existential reflection)
TITLE: From Birmingham to Vegas: How a Queer Jewish Vegetarian Army Cadet Became the Accidental Archivist of Spawn x Star Trek
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 2 #britishflag #deepspacenine #westgate #canonpowershot350 #familyhistory #mildredssoho #harryreidairport #acf #jewish #lesbian #nonbinary #no crumbs left
📸 THE PHOTO THAT STARTED IT ALL (and the family tree behind it)
1997
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, standing at the Deep Space Nine section of Star Trek: The Experience inside the Las Vegas Hilton, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 in one hand and a British flag in the other. She's wearing a grey hoodie, jeans, and a massive grin. Behind her: the DS9 promenade set, complete with replicas of Quark's bar, the Bajoran temple, and the infamous Cardassian architecture. She looks like she owns the place.]
that's me, bab. 5 February 1998. Deep Space Nine section. Canon PowerShot 350 in my right hand. British flag in my left. Grin on my face that says "I can't believe I'm here."
But here's something I haven't told you. The people behind the lens didn't start with me. They started generations ago.
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY — PART THREE: MY GRANDPARENTS, THE WAR, AND THE CAMERA (Brummie + RP, with a lot of heart)
Right then. You've met my mum Karla (Swedish-born convert to Judaism, travel photographer) and my dad Tommy (American-born Orthodox Jew, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker). But let me tell you about the people who made them.
My paternal grandparents: Theodore Kimmelman (1924–2001) and Mildred (née Hailperin) (1927–2022).
Grandpa Theodore was a Hasidic Jewish rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, from 1951 until his death in 2001. He was a quiet man who spent his life teaching Torah, resolving disputes, and making sure the kids in his congregation had enough to eat. He was also a secret Trekkie. I found his collection of Star Trek novelizations under his bed when I was 10. He never told anyone. But he knew every episode of TOS by heart.
He died on 11 September 2001. I was 16. I still remember my dad's voice on the phone, cracking: "Trixie, your grandfather… he was in the Twin Towers. He went to counsel a young couple about their marriage. He never came out."
I don't talk about it much. But it's part of who I am.
Grandma Mildred (née Hailperin) was a well-known photographer documenting the lives of American Jews from 1948 to her retirement in 2019. She was the one who taught my dad how to develop film, who showed him how to frame a shot, who instilled in him the belief that photography could be a form of prayer. She photographed synagogues, weddings, bar mitzvahs, protests, and quiet moments of everyday Jewish life. She had a darkroom in her basement in Bensonhurst that smelled of chemicals and hope.
She survived my grandfather by 21 years. She died in 2022 at the age of 95. I have her old Nikon FM2. It still works.
My maternal grandparents: Kumiko Maukonen (1937–2001) and Ingvar Maukonen (1928–2023).
Grandma Kumiko was a Japanese WWII evacuee from Burma (now Myanmar) living in Calcutta, British Raj (now Kolkata, India), during the war. Her family fled Japan during the chaos of the 1930s, ended up in India, and survived the war as refugees. After the war, she moved to Stockholm, Sweden in 1947, where she met my grandfather Ingvar. She never talked about her past. She never talked about why she left Japan. She lived in Sweden for 54 years until her death in 2001, just like my paternal grandfather Theodore, during the September 11 attacks in the US.
I never met her. But I have a photograph of her from 1950, standing in front of the Royal Palace in Stockholm, wearing a kimono and a nervous smile. She looks like she's waiting for something. Or running from something.
Grandpa Ingvar Maukonen was a Swede of Finnish descent who worked as a foreign volunteer with the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in London from 1939 to 1950, during and after World War II. He returned to Sweden in 1951, settled in Stockholm, and worked as a carpenter. He was the one who taught my mum Karla how to ski, how to cook Swedish meatballs (vegetarian version, because I wasn't born yet), and how to be resilient.
He lived to be 95. He died in 2023 from long COVID-19 and Parkinson's disease. I flew to Stockholm for his funeral and took photos of the frozen canals, because that's what I do. I document. I remember. I keep the memory alive.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD — FAMILY EDITION (with contributions from every corner of the English-speaking world):
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella emotional):
Wait. WAIT. Your grandfather was a rabbi who died on 9/11? Your grandmother was a Jewish photographer who lived to 95? Your other grandmother was a Japanese WWII evacuee from Burma who moved to Stockholm and died on 9/11? Your other grandfather was a Swedish Finnish ACF volunteer in London during WWII?
Beatrice. Your family history is like a sprawling epic novel. I'm not crying. I'm SOBBING.
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE, warm and teary):
Okay, this family tree is WILD. You've got Jewish rabbis, photographers, Japanese refugees, Swedish Finnish army cadets, and a 13-year-old lesbian army cadet photographer in Vegas holding a British flag.
This is not a family. This is a legacy.
And the fact that you're still documenting it, 28 years later, with the same camera? That's not chaos. That's love.
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC English, loud but respectful):
AYO. Your grandfather was a rabbi in Bensonhurst? I grew up in Bensonhurst. I know that neighborhood. I walked past synagogues every day on my way to school.
And your grandmother Mildred photographed American Jews for 70 years? I need to see her work. I need to know her name. Please tell me her photos are archived somewhere.
Also, your grandmother Kumiko… that's heavy. She survived Burma and Calcutta and then died on the same day as your other grandfather. That's… I don't have words, Beatrice. I'm so sorry.
@texas-yeehaw-trekkie (Texan, drawling and warm):
Well, bless your heart, Beatrice. Your family has seen war, loss, resilience, and love. And through it all, someone was there with a camera.
Your grandmother Mildred. Your dad Tommy. And now you.
That's a chain of memory. That's sacred.
@las-vegas-local-98 (Las Vegas accent, soft):
I'm sitting here in my apartment in Vegas, reading about your grandfather Ingvar volunteering with the ACF in London during WWII, and your grandmother Kumiko surviving as a Japanese refugee in Calcutta, and both your grandfathers dying on 9/11…
And I'm thinking about how you ended up in THIS city, on THIS day, with THIS camera, taking THIS photo.
The universe doesn't do coincidences, Beatrice. It does patterns.
@geordie-trekkie (Geordie, Newcastle):
Howay, man. Your granda Ingvar was a foreign volunteer with the ACF in London during the war? That's canny.
My own granda was in the ACF in Newcastle during the war. Maybe they met. Maybe they didn't. But the connection is there.
And your grandma Mildred, the photographer? She sounds like a force of nature. 70 years of documenting Jewish life. That's not a career. That's a mission.
@scouse-spawn-head (Scouse, Liverpool):
Sound as a pound, la. Your family's story is boss.
A Hasidic rabbi in Brooklyn who secretly loved Star Trek. A Jewish photographer who lived to 95. A Japanese refugee who survived Burma and Calcutta and died on 9/11. A Swedish Finnish ACF volunteer who lived to 95.
And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a Canon PowerShot 350, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's not a family tree. That's a masterpiece.
@cockney-geek-lad (Cockney, London):
Cor blimey, Beatrice. Your granda Theodore died on 9/11? That's… I don't even know what to say.
But your grandma Mildred, the photographer? 70 years of documenting American Jews? That's well impressive, that is. My nan was a photographer too — she documented the East End after the Blitz. Maybe our grandmas would've been mates.
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glaswegian, Scotland):
Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. This is pure dead brilliant, so it is.
Your family has seen war, genocide, displacement, and loss. And they kept taking photos. They kept documenting. They kept remembering.
That's the most Jewish thing I've ever heard. And I'm not even Jewish. But I am a cadet, like your granda Ingvar. And I am a photographer, like your grandma Mildred.
We carry the memory forward. That's what we do.
@welsh-dragon-trek (Welsh, English with Cymraeg flair):
Shwmae, Beatrice. Your family story is llongyfarchiadau (congratulations) and hiraeth (longing) all at once.
Your grandmother Kumiko, surviving the war in Burma and Calcutta, then moving to Stockholm, then dying on the same day as your other grandfather… that's a story that deserves to be told. And you're telling it. In a Tumblr post. In 2026.
Bendigedig. Absolutely bendigedig.
@bristolian-capoeira (Bristolian):
Wasson, me'ans? Your family's got more layers than a gert proper onion.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who lived to 95. A Japanese refugee who survived Burma and Calcutta. A Swedish Finnish ACF volunteer who lived to 95.
And you, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine, grinning like you've just found your purpose.
Proper job, Beatrice. Proper job.
@mancunian-nerd (Mancunian, Manchester):
Yer gorra be jokin', your family's mint, that.
A Hasidic rabbi in Brooklyn who secretly read Star Trek novels? That's the most wholesome thing I've ever heard. I'm imagining him in his study, a Talmud open on one side, a Star Trek paperback on the other, pretending to study while actually reading about Captain Kirk.
Absolute legend.
@yorkshire-trek-mad (Yorkshire):
Aye, reet grand, this is.
Your granda Ingvar, volunteering with the ACF in London during the war. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving as a Japanese refugee in Burma and Calcutta. Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, photographing Jewish life for 70 years.
And you, Beatrice, carrying all of that with you to Las Vegas in 1998, and still carrying it today.
That's not a photo. That's a testament.
@norfolk-broads-boy (Norfolk):
How cool is that, then? Very cool.
Your family story is like a novel I'd read on the Broads, with the wind in my hair and a cup of tea in my hand. But this is real. This is your life.
Thank you for sharing it, Beatrice. Thank you for trusting us.
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornish):
Wasson, me'ans? Your family's proper job.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who loved Jews. A refugee who survived Burma and Calcutta. A cadet who served London.
And you, la, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine, representing them all.
That's gert lush, that is.
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country, West Midlands):
Yam alright, bab? Your family's story is boss.
I'm from the Black Country, not far from Birmingham, so I know what it's like to come from a place with history. But your family's history is world history.
And you captured it. With a Canon PowerShot 350. In Las Vegas. In 1998.
That's champion.
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Smoggie, Teesside):
Cushdy, la. This is fuckin' mint.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, photographing Jews for 70 years. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving Burma and Calcutta. Your granda Ingvar, serving London.
And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's not a photo. That's a legacy.
@mackem-trek-nerd (Mackem, Sunderland):
Wey aye, man. Your family's a belter.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, carrying their stories forward.
That's canny. That's reet canny.
@pitmatic-lad (Pitmatic, Durham/Northumberland):
Divvn't be radgie, but your family's champion.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, living to 95. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving the war. Your granda Ingvar, serving London.
And you, Beatrice, documenting it all.
That's not luck. That's destiny.
@scots-doric-doric (Doric, North East Scotland):
Are ye afcøre? Your family's a braw picture.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, a lass frae Birmingham, with three passports and a Canon PowerShot 350, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's pure dead brilliant, loon.
@ulster-queer-cadet (Ulster, Northern Irish):
Bout ye, big lad? Your family's cracker.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. That's a wound that doesn't heal. But you're keeping his memory alive. You're keeping all their memories alive.
And that's the most important thing.
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
Oooh, 'allo from the Isle of Man. Your family's story is grand.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who loved Jews. A refugee who survived Burma and India. A cadet who served England.
And you, Beatrice, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine, representing them all.
That's a legacy, that is. A grand legacy.
@hiberno-queen (Hiberno English, Ireland):
Ah, that's a rare oul' family, so it is.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, grinning like you've found your place in the world.
You have found it, Beatrice. Right here. On Tumblr. In 2026.
Sure, that's gas. That's absolutely gas.
@dorset-drongo (Dorset):
Be yew'll 'ave a gert time lookin' at this. Your family's story is gert proper.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, living to 95. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving Burma and Calcutta. Your granda Ingvar, serving London.
And you, Beatrice, carrying them all with you.
That's not a photo. That's a memory.
@suffolk-puff (Suffolk):
That's a proper job, that is. Your family's story is proper job.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's a legacy, that is. Proper job.
@kentish-queer (Kentish):
Gor blimey, your family's a piece of cake, innit. A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's a legacy, that is. Proper Kentish-approved.
@sussex-sunset (Sussex):
Ah, lovely jubbly. Your family's story is beautiful.
Your granda Theodore, a rabbi who loved Star Trek. Your grandma Mildred, a photographer who loved Jews. Your grandma Kumiko, a refugee who survived the war. Your granda Ingvar, a cadet who served England.
And you, Beatrice, carrying their stories forward.
That's the most Sussex thing I've ever heard. And it's beautiful.
@somerset-cider-girl (Somerset):
Ooh arr, that's a beauty. Your family's story is a beauty.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's proper Somerset-approved, that is.
@westcountry-wanderer (West Country generic):
G'day (I'm not Australian), your family's proper job.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who loved Jews. A refugee who survived Burma and India. A cadet who served London.
And you, Beatrice, documenting it all.
That's a legacy, that is. Proper West Country-approved.
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltarian English):
C'est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that's from Gibraltar, cheers! Your family's story is iconic.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's a legacy, that is. Cheers, bab.
🎬 BEATRICE'S FINAL WORDS (Brummie + RP, with a tear in my eye):
Right then. I've told you about my family. The rabbi who loved Star Trek. The photographer who loved Jews. The refugee who survived Burma and Calcutta. The cadet who served London.
And I've told you about me. The 13-year-old Brummie lesbian army cadet photographer who held a British flag at Deep Space Nine and thought, "This is the best day of my life."
It wasn't the best day. There have been others. Watching my niece Libby take her first photo. Seeing my dad's work published in LIFE Magazine. Photographing capoeiristas in Dublin. Holding my grandma Mildred's hand when she died in 2022.
But it was a good day. A foundational day.
Because on that day, I learned that fandom is family. That the people you meet in a Star Trek attraction can become your people for life. That a Canon PowerShot 350 is more than a camera — it's a time machine. And that a British flag, when held by a 13-year-old queer Jewish vegetarian army cadet, can mean anything you want it to mean.
So here's to my grandparents. Theodore, Mildred, Kumiko, Ingvar. You made me who I am.
Here's to my parents. Karla and Tommy. You gave me the camera.
Here's to my niece Libby. You gave me the internet.
And here's to the Spawn sister and the Trekkie sibling. You gave me a memory that has lasted 28 years.
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I'm serious.
P.P.S. Libby, thank you for digitising my negatives. You're the reason this story lives on.
P.P.P.S. The Canon PowerShot 350 is currently sitting on my desk as I type this. It still works. I'm not joking. It's older than most of the people reading this post. And it's still kickin'. Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek. Some things don't die. They just evolve.
P.P.P.P.S. Grandma Mildred, if you're reading this from somewhere beyond: I'm still taking photos. I'm still documenting. I'm still remembering. I hope you're proud.
[FAREWELL IN 40+ ACCENTS — one last time]
"Bye, y'all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I'll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya 'round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin'!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Viva Las Vegas, baby. Bye!" — Las Vegas
"So long from Utah!" — Utah
"See ya, Arizona!" — Arizona
"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, Spawn is trauma in a cape, and fruit is life. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish vegetarian photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper, and eat an apple." — RP English (British)
"Howay, cheers, pet!" — Geordie
"Sound, la. Catch ya later." — Scouse
"Ta-ra, duck." — East Midlands
"See ya, me'ans. Proper job." — Cornish / West Country
"Bye for now, babs." — Black Country
"Cheers, mate. Innit." — Cockney / MLE
"Pure dead brilliant. Bye!" — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, bye!" — Ulster
"Shwmae, hwyl fawr!" — Welsh
"Ah, bless. Good luck." — Hiberno
"Hej då, vi ses!" — Swedish
"להתראות, חברים" (Lehitraot, chaverim) — Hebrew
"אַ גוטען טאָג" (A gutn tog) — Yiddish
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian since 2 #im well into me fruits #no cannibalism #aunt miriam #libby.thorson.2013 #british regional accents #american regional accents #harryreidairport #mccarranhistory #vegashistory #mildredssoho #acf #armycadets #deepspacenine #britishflag #familyhistory #theodorekimmelman #mildredhailperin #kumikomaukonen #ingvarmaukonen #september11 #neverforget #no crumbs left
[END OF THREAD — FOR REAL THIS TIME (I MEAN IT)]
brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE POLYGLOT EPILOGUE (because six languages weren't enough)
TITLE: How to Say "Cheeky Smile" in Six Languages — A Final Vegas 98 Rant
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #polyglot chaos #brummie #svenska #עברית #יידיש #日本語 #RP #capoeira #star trek #spawn #no crumbs left
📸 SAME PHOTO, SAME GRIN, NEW LANGUAGES
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson at Deep Space Nine, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 and a British flag — but now imagine speech bubbles coming out of her mouth in six different colours]
that's still me, bab. But now I'm going to tell you what I was thinking in six languages.
🗣️ BEATRICE'S POLYGLOT RANT (Brummie, then Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, Japanese, and RP — with subtitles)
Right then. You know I speak six languages. Brummie (obviously), Swedish (för att min mamma är svensk), Hebrew (כי אני יהודייה), Yiddish (אַזוי אַז מיין באָבע קען מיך פֿאַרשטיין), Japanese (私の祖母クミコのために), and RP English (when I need to sound posh at a gallery opening).
But here's the thing: I didn't learn Japanese until I was 25. In 1998, I only knew "konnichiwa" and "sayonara" from watching anime on Channel 4. So when I was standing at Deep Space Nine, holding that British flag, I wasn't thinking in Japanese. I was thinking in Brummie. Pure, unadulterated Brummie.
And what was I thinking?
"Bab, you've made it. You're in America. You've got a camera. You've got a flag. And there's a Klingon sword in the gift shop with your name on it."
That's it. That's the thought.
Now, 28 years later, I can say the same thing in six languages. So let me do that for you. Because why not?
SWEDISH (för att min mamma är svensk — because my mum is Swedish):
"Bab, du har klarat det. Du är i Amerika. Du har en kamera. Du har en flagga. Och det finns ett klingonskt svärd i presentbutiken med ditt namn på."
HEBREW (כי אני יהודייה — because I'm Jewish):
"באב, הצלחת. את באמריקה. יש לך מצלמה. יש לך דגל. ויש חרב קלינגונית בחנות המתנות עם שמך עליה."
YIDDISH (אַזוי אַז מיין באָבע קען מיך פֿאַרשטיין — so my grandmother can understand me):
"באַב, דו האָסט עס געמאַכט. דו ביסט אין אַמעריקע. דו האָסט אַ אַפּאַראַט. דו האָסט אַ פֿאָן. און ס'איז דאָ אַ קלינגאָניש שווערט אין דער גיפט קראָם מיט דײַן נאָמען אויף אים."
JAPANESE (私の祖母クミコのために — for my grandmother Kumiko):
"My dear girl, you have succeeded. You find yourself in the United States of America. You are in possession of a camera. You are holding a flag. And there is, in the gift shop, a Klingon mek'leth bearing your name."
BRUMMIE (the original, the best, the one I'll always come back to):
"Bab, y'am made it. Y'am in America. Y'am got a camera. Y'am got a flag. An' there's a Klingon sword in t'gift shop wi' yower name on it, bab."
See? Same thought. Six languages. Zero difference in meaning. That's the power of a good thought.
🕺 CAPOEIRA RANT — NOW IN SIX LANGUAGES (because why not?)
BRUMMIE:
"Capoeira? I'm British, bab. We don't do capoeira. We queue. We complain about t'weather. We apologise to people who walk into us. But that Spawn sister? She was moving. Like she'd been practicing in her living room in San Francisco, waiting for t'perfect moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That's not chaos. That's confidence."
SWEDISH:
"Capoeira? Jag är brittisk, bab. Vi gör inte capoeira. Vi står i kö. Vi klagar på vädret. Vi ber om ursäkt till människor som går in i oss. Men den där Spawn-systern? Hon rörde sig. Som om hon hade övat i sitt vardagsrum i San Francisco och väntat på det perfekta ögonblicket. I Las Vegas. 1998. I en Chapel-dräkt. På en Star Trek-attraktion. Det är inte kaos. Det är självförtroende."
HEBREW:
"קפואירה? אני בריטית, בייב. אנחנו לא עושים קפואירה. אנחנו עומדים בתור. אנחנו מתלוננים על מזג האוויר. אנחנו מתנצלים בפני אנשים שנכנסים אלינו. אבל האחות הזאת של ספון? היא זזה. כאילו התאמנה בסלון שלה בסן פרנסיסקו, מחכה לרגע המושלם. בלאס וגאס. 1998. בתחפושת של צ'אפל. באטרקציית סטאר טרק. זה לא כאוס. זה ביטחון עצמי."
YIDDISH:
"קאַפּועיראַ? איך בין בריטיש, באַב. מיר טאָן נישט קאַפּועיראַ. מיר שטיין אין שורה. מיר באַקלאָגן זיך וועגן דעם וועטער. מיר באַשולדיקן זיך ביי מענטשן וואָס גייען אַריין אין אונדז. אָבער די ספּאָון שוועסטער? זי האָט זיך באַוועגט. ווי זי האָט געאיבערט אין איר וווינצימער אין סאַן פֿראַנסיסקאָ, געוואַרט אויף דעם שליימעסדיקן מאָמענט. אין לאס וועגאַס. 1998. אין אַ טשאַפּעל קאָסטיום. אין אַ סטאַר טרעק אַטראַקציע. דאָס איז נישט כאַאָס. דאָס איז בטחון."
RP ENGLISH:
"Capoeira? I am British, my dear. We do not engage in capoeira. We queue. We complain about the meteorological conditions. We offer apologies to individuals who inadvertently collide with us. However, that Spawn sister? She was in motion. As though she had been practicing in her San Francisco drawing-room, awaiting the opportune moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That is not chaos. That is confidence."
See? Capoeira is universal. So is confidence.
💬 QUICK FIRE ROUND — STAR TREK & SPAWN IN SIX LANGUAGES
STAR TREK (BRUMMIE): "Picard? Best captain, bab. Don't @ me. Sisko? Close second. Janeway? Underrated. Kirk? Overrated. Sorry, not sorry."
STAR TREK (SWEDISH): "Picard? Bästa kaptenen, bab. Argumentera inte med mig. Sisko? Nära tvåa. Janeway? Underskattad. Kirk? Överskattad. Ledsen, inte ledsen."
STAR TREK (HEBREW): "פיקארד? הקפטן הכי טוב, בייב. אל תתווכחו איתי. סיסקו? שני קרוב. ג'יינווי? недооцінена (אופס, זה אוקראינית). ז'אנווי? недооценена (אוקראינית שוב). ג'יינווי? לא מוערכת מספיק. קירק? מוערך יתר על המידה. מצטערת, לא מצטערת."
(Beatrice note: I accidentally switched to Ukrainian for a second there. I don't speak Ukrainian. That was weird. Moving on.)
STAR TREK (JAPANESE): "ピカード?最高の艦長だ、ベイビー。文句ある?シスコ?それに続く。ジェインウェイ?過小評価されている。カーク?過大評価。悪いけど悪くない。"
STAR TREK (RP): "Captain Picard is, unquestionably, the finest commanding officer in Starfleet history. Do not attempt to dispute this. Captain Sisko is a close second. Captain Janeway is egregiously underappreciated. Captain Kirk is, I regret to inform you, rather overrated. My apologies, but not really."
SPAWN (BRUMMIE): "Chapel murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. That's dark, bab. But she's cosplaying him. And doing a capoeira kick. That's not fandom. That's art."
SPAWN (SWEDISH): "Chapel mördade Al Simmons med en eldkastare. Det är mörkt, bab. Men hon cosplayar honom. Och gör en capoeiraspark. Det är inte fandom. Det är konst."
SPAWN (HEBREW): "צ'אפל רצח את אל סימונס עם להביור. זה אפל, בייב. אבל היא עושה לו קוספליי. ועושה בעיטת קפואירה. זה לא פנדום. זו אמנות."
SPAWN (RP): "The character Chapel did, in fact, murder Al Simmons utilising a flamethrower. It is undeniably dark. Yet she is cosplaying him. And performing a capoeira kick. That is not mere fandom. That is, quite simply, art."
🍎 FINAL THOUGHTS (in six languages, because I can):
BRUMMIE: "Eat your fruit. I'm serious. I'm well into me fruits, and you should be too."
SWEDISH: "Ät din frukt. Jag är allvarlig. Jag gillar min frukt, och du borde också göra det."
HEBREW: "תאכלו את הפירות שלכם. אני רצינית. אני ממש אוהבת פירות, וגם כדאי לכם."
YIDDISH: "עס דיין פֿרוכט. איך בין ערנסט. איך בין זייער אין מיינע פֿרוכט, און דו זאָלסט אויך זײַן."
TITLE: From Birmingham to Vegas: How a Queer Jewish Vegetarian Army Cadet Became the Accidental Archivist of Spawn x Star Trek (Now with 100% more languages and family history)
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 2 #britishflag #deepspacenine #westgate #canonpowershot350 #familyhistory #mildredssoho #harryreidairport #acf #jewish #lesbian #nonbinary #polyglot #svenska #עברית #יידיש #日本語 #RP
📸 THE PHOTO THAT STARTED IT ALL (and the family tree behind it)
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, standing at the Deep Space Nine section of Star Trek: The Experience inside the Las Vegas Hilton, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 in one hand and a British flag in the other. She's wearing a grey hoodie, jeans, and a massive grin. Behind her: the DS9 promenade set, complete with replicas of Quark's bar, the Bajoran temple, and the infamous Cardassian architecture. She looks like she owns the place.]
that's me, bab. 5 February 1998. Deep Space Nine section. Canon PowerShot 350 in my right hand. British flag in my left. Grin on my face that says "I can't believe I'm here."
But here's something I haven't told you. The people behind the lens didn't start with me. They started generations ago. And the languages I speak? They come from them.
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY — PART THREE: MY GRANDPARENTS, THE WAR, THE CAMERA, AND THE LANGUAGES (Brummie + RP, with a lot of heart)
Right then. You've met my mum Karla (Swedish-born convert to Judaism, travel photographer) and my dad Tommy (American-born Orthodox Jew, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker). But let me tell you about the people who made them — and who gave me my six languages.
My paternal grandparents: Theodore Kimmelman (1924–2001) and Mildred (née Hailperin) (1927–2022).
Grandpa Theodore was a Hasidic Jewish rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, from 1951 until his death in 2001. He was a quiet man who spent his life teaching Torah, resolving disputes, and making sure the kids in his congregation had enough to eat. He was also a secret Trekkie. I found his collection of Star Trek novelizations under his bed when I was 10. He never told anyone. But he knew every episode of TOS by heart.
He died on 11 September 2001. I was 16. I still remember my dad's voice on the phone, cracking: "Trixie, your grandfather… he was in the Twin Towers. He went to counsel a young couple about their marriage. He never came out."
I don't talk about it much. But it's part of who I am.
Grandma Mildred (née Hailperin) was a well-known photographer documenting the lives of American Jews from 1948 to her retirement in 2019. She was the one who taught my dad how to develop film, who showed him how to frame a shot, who instilled in him the belief that photography could be a form of prayer. She photographed synagogues, weddings, bar mitzvahs, protests, and quiet moments of everyday Jewish life. She had a darkroom in her basement in Bensonhurst that smelled of chemicals and hope.
She survived my grandfather by 21 years. She died in 2022 at the age of 95. I have her old Nikon FM2. It still works.
From them, I learned Hebrew and Yiddish. Grandpa Theodore spoke Yiddish at home — it was the language of his childhood in Poland before the war. Grandma Mildred taught me Hebrew prayers when I visited Brooklyn. By the time I was 3, I could say the Shema in both languages. I didn't understand all of it. But I felt it.
My maternal grandparents: Kumiko Maukonen (1937–2001) and Ingvar Maukonen (1928–2023).
Grandma Kumiko was a Japanese WWII evacuee from Burma (now Myanmar) living in Calcutta, British Raj (now Kolkata, India), during the war. Her family fled Japan during the chaos of the 1930s, ended up in India, and survived the war as refugees. After the war, she moved to Stockholm, Sweden in 1947, where she met my grandfather Ingvar. She never talked about her past. She never talked about why she left Japan. She lived in Sweden for 54 years until her death in 2001 — the same year as my paternal grandfather Theodore, during the September 11 attacks.
I never met her. But I have a photograph of her from 1950, standing in front of the Royal Palace in Stockholm, wearing a kimono and a nervous smile. She looks like she's waiting for something. Or running from something.
From her, I learned Japanese. My mum Karla taught me from the time I was 2, using the few words and phrases Kumiko had passed down. By the time I was 5, I could hold a basic conversation. I didn't know then that I was holding onto a language that my grandmother was too scared to speak.
Grandpa Ingvar Maukonen was a Swede of Finnish descent who worked as a foreign volunteer with the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in London from 1939 to 1950, during and after World War II. He returned to Sweden in 1951, settled in Stockholm, and worked as a carpenter. He was the one who taught my mum Karla how to ski, how to cook Swedish meatballs (vegetarian version, because I wasn't born yet), and how to be resilient.
He lived to be 95. He died in 2023 from long COVID-19 and Parkinson's disease. I flew to Stockholm for his funeral and took photos of the frozen canals, because that's what I do. I document. I remember. I keep the memory alive.
From him, I learned Swedish. My mum Karla spoke Swedish with me from birth. Grandpa Ingvar would send me letters in Swedish, always ending with "Var rädd om dig, mitt barnbarn" — "Take care of yourself, my grandchild."
And then there's Brummie and RP. Brummie is the accent of Birmingham, where I was born. It's the accent of my childhood, of the streets where I learned to ride a bike, of the Army Cadet Force drills, of the Birmingham Mail interview when I was 8 where I said, "I ain't keen on meat, don't like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it!" RP (Received Pronunciation) is the accent I learned for school, for galleries, for when I need to sound posh. It's the accent of my dad's journalism career, of the London photography scene.
Six languages. Six parts of my soul.
Brummie — Birmingham, my birthplace, my accent, my heart.
Swedish — my mother's homeland, the forests and fjords, the language of my grandfather Ingvar.
Hebrew — the language of my faith, of prayers, of my bat mitzvah.
Yiddish — the language of my grandfather Theodore's childhood, of the shtetl, of survival.
Japanese — the language of my grandmother Kumiko, the language she was too afraid to speak, the language I speak for her.
RP English — the language of galleries, of professionalism, of "I'm a serious photographer, actually."
I learned Japanese and Swedish at age 2 from Tommy, Kumiko and Karla. I learned Hebrew and Yiddish at 3 from Theodore, Tommy and Mildred. Brummie and RP came naturally from the streets and the schools of Birmingham and Southend.
🗣️ THE POLYGLOT RANT: HOW TO SAY "CHEEKY SMILE" IN SIX LANGUAGES
BRUMMIE:
"Bab, y'am made it. Y'am in America. Y'am got a camera. Y'am got a flag. An' there's a Klingon sword in t'gift shop wi' yower name on it."
SWEDISH (för att min mamma är svensk):
"Bab, du har klarat det. Du är i Amerika. Du har en kamera. Du har en flagga. Och det finns ett klingonskt svärd i presentbutiken med ditt namn på."
HEBREW (כי אני יהודייה):
"באב, הצלחת. את באמריקה. יש לך מצלמה. יש לך דגל. ויש חרב קלינגונית בחנות המתנות עם שמך עליה."
YIDDISH (אַזוי אַז מיין באָבע קען מיך פֿאַרשטיין):
"באַב, דו האָסט עס געמאַכט. דו ביסט אין אַמעריקע. דו האָסט אַ אַפּאַראַט. דו האָסט אַ פֿאָן. און ס'איז דאָ אַ קלינגאָניש שווערט אין דער גיפט קראָם מיט דײַן נאָמען אויף אים."
JAPANESE (私の祖母クミコのために):
"ベイビー、やったね。あなたはアメリカにいる。カメラを持っている。旗を持っている。そしてお土産屋さんにあなたの名前が刻まれたクリンゴンの剣がある。"
RP ENGLISH:
"My dear girl, you have succeeded. You find yourself in the United States of America. You are in possession of a camera. You are holding a flag. And there is, in the gift shop, a Klingon mek'leth bearing your name."
See? Same thought. Six languages. Zero difference in meaning. That's the power of a good thought.
🕺 CAPOEIRA RANT — NOW IN SIX LANGUAGES
BRUMMIE:
"Capoeira? I'm British, bab. We don't do capoeira. We queue. We complain about t'weather. We apologise to people who walk into us. But that Spawn sister? She was moving. Like she'd been practicing in her living room in San Francisco, waiting for t'perfect moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That's not chaos. That's confidence."
SWEDISH:
"Capoeira? Jag är brittisk, bab. Vi gör inte capoeira. Vi står i kö. Vi klagar på vädret. Vi ber om ursäkt till människor som går in i oss. Men den där Spawn-systern? Hon rörde sig. Som om hon hade övat i sitt vardagsrum i San Francisco och väntat på det perfekta ögonblicket. I Las Vegas. 1998. I en Chapel-dräkt. På en Star Trek-attraktion. Det är inte kaos. Det är självförtroende."
HEBREW:
"קפואירה? אני בריטית, בייב. אנחנו לא עושים קפואירה. אנחנו עומדים בתור. אנחנו מתלוננים על מזג האוויר. אנחנו מתנצלים בפני אנשים שנכנסים אלינו. אבל האחות הזאת של ספון? היא זזה. כאילו התאמנה בסלון שלה בסן פרנסיסקו, מחכה לרגע המושלם. בלאס וגאס. 1998. בתחפושת של צ'אפל. באטרקציית סטאר טרק. זה לא כאוס. זה ביטחון עצמי."
YIDDISH:
"קאַפּועיראַ? איך בין בריטיש, באַב. מיר טאָן נישט קאַפּועיראַ. מיר שטיין אין שורה. מיר באַקלאָגן זיך וועגן דעם וועטער. מיר באַשולדיקן זיך ביי מענטשן וואָס גייען אַריין אין אונדז. אָבער די ספּאָון שוועסטער? זי האָט זיך באַוועגט. ווי זי האָט געאיבערט אין איר וווינצימער אין סאַן פֿראַנסיסקאָ, געוואַרט אויף דעם שליימעסדיקן מאָמענט. אין לאס וועגאַס. 1998. אין אַ טשאַפּעל קאָסטיום. אין אַ סטאַר טרעק אַטראַקציע. דאָס איז נישט כאַאָס. דאָס איז בטחון."
RP ENGLISH:
"Capoeira? I am British, my dear. We do not engage in capoeira. We queue. We complain about the meteorological conditions. We offer apologies to individuals who inadvertently collide with us. However, that Spawn sister? She was in motion. As though she had been practicing in her San Francisco drawing-room, awaiting the opportune moment. In Las Vegas. In 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction. That is not chaos. That is confidence."
Capoeira is universal. So is confidence.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD — FAMILY EDITION (with contributions from every corner of the English-speaking world + a polyglot twist):
(I'm not going to rewrite the entire 40+ accent thread here — you've seen it. But here are some new additions from my polyglot friends.)
@polyglot-nerd-92 (NYC English + Spanish + Mandarin):
Wait. Beatrice speaks SIX LANGUAGES? Brummie, Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, Japanese, and RP? And she learned Japanese and Swedish at age 2? Hebrew and Yiddish at age 3?
That's not a polyglot. That's a superpower.
Also, the fact that she learned Japanese for her grandmother Kumiko, who was too scared to speak it… I'm not crying. You're crying.
@svenska-trekkie (Swedish, from Stockholm):
Hej, Beatrice! Jag är också svensk (men bor i Stockholm). Din svenska är jättebra! Och din berättelse om din mormor Kumiko och morfar Ingvar är så vacker.
För er som inte förstår svenska: hon skriver att Beatrices svenska är jättebra (very good) och att historien om hennes mormor och morfar är vacker (beautiful).
Vi ses i Stockholm, Beatrice! Vi kan äta veganska köttbullar tillsammans. (We can eat vegan meatballs together.)
@hebrew-haim (Hebrew, from Tel Aviv):
ביאטריס, הסיפור שלך מדהים. העברית שלך רהוטה להפליא! ואת צודקת - פיקארד הוא הקפטן הכי טוב. אין ויכוח.
למי שלא מבין עברית: כתבתי שביאטריס מדהימה, שהעברית שלה רהוטה להפליא, ושפיקארד הוא הקפטן הכי טוב.
@brummie-bea (OP, Beatrice, switching between all six languages because I can):
Tack, alla! תודה, כולם! A dank, ale! 皆さん、ありがとうございます!Thank you, everyone!
I'm sitting here in Southend-on-Sea, reading all your comments in six languages, and I'm crying. Again.
You know why? Because my grandparents — Theodore, Mildred, Kumiko, Ingvar — they never got to see this. They never got to see their languages spoken on the internet. They never got to see their stories told to thousands of people.
But I'm telling them. And you're listening.
And that's enough.
Todah. Tack. A dank. Arigatō. Thank you. Bab, cheers.
🎬 BEATRICE'S FINAL WORDS (in six languages, because I can):
BRUMMIE:
"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. Hejdå, shalom, sayonara, and cheers. And eat your fruit. I'm serious."
SWEDISH:
"Hej då, mina vänner. Ta hand om er. Vi ses. Och ät din frukt. Jag är allvarlig."
HEBREW:
"להתראות, חברים שלי. תשמרו על עצמכם. נתראה. ותאכלו את הפירות שלכם. אני רצינית."
YIDDISH:
"זײַ געזונט, מײַנע פֿריינט. זאָרגט פֿאַר זיך. זען אייך שפּעטער. און עסט אײַער פֿרוכט. איך בין ערנסט."
that's me, bab. 5 February 1998. Deep Space Nine section. Canon PowerShot 350 in my right hand. British flag in my left. Grin on my face that says "I can't believe I'm here.
@brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE FINAL ENTRY (because even the best threads must end)
TITLE: The British Flag, The Canon PowerShot, and the Deep Space Nine Dream — One Last Look at Vegas '98
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 2 #britishflag #deepspacenine #westgate #canonpowershot350 #no crumbs left
📸 THE PHOTO YOU HAVEN'T SEEN YET (until now)
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, standing at the Deep Space Nine section of Star Trek: The Experience inside the Las Vegas Hilton, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 in one hand and a British flag in the other. She's wearing a grey hoodie, jeans, and a massive grin. Behind her: the DS9 promenade set, complete with replicas of Quark's bar, the Bajoran temple, and the infamous Cardassian architecture. She looks like she owns the place.]
that's me, bab. 5 February 1998. Deep Space Nine section. Canon PowerShot 350 in my right hand. British flag in my left. Grin on my face that says "I can't believe I'm here."
[ BRIEF PAUSE: BEATRICE TAKES A MOMENT ]
Right then.
I've told you about the Spawn sister's capoeira kick. I've told you about the Trekkie sibling's mek'leth. I've told you about the birthday at Mildred's, the flight to McCarran (RIP that name, good riddance), and the chaos of three queer kids taking over Quark's bar.
But I haven't shown you this photo.
This is me. Alone. At the Deep Space Nine promenade set inside Star Trek: The Experience.
No San Francisco siblings. No capoeira kicks. No peace poses.
Just me, my camera, and a British flag that I'd packed in my suitcase because my mum said "Trixie, you're representing the UK, at least pretend to be patriotic."
So I did. I held up the flag. I smiled. I clicked the shutter on my Canon PowerShot 350 (self-timer, propped on a nearby railing, took me three tries to get it right).
And I thought: This is the best day of my life.
I was 13. I didn't know that I'd still be telling this story 28 years later. I didn't know that my niece Libby would digitise these negatives and post them on Tumblr. I didn't know that people from Utah, Arizona, Glasgow, Liverpool, and Gibraltar would comment on my accent.
But here we are.
And honestly? I wouldn't change a thing.
💬 FINAL THREAD COMMENTS (from every corner of the English-speaking world):
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella emotional):
hella crying right now. This photo of you with the British flag at DS9? That's the most wholesome thing I've ever seen. You look so HAPPY. Like a kid who just found her people.
And you did. You found your people. In Las Vegas. In 1998.
Thank you for sharing this, Beatrice. Thank you for keeping the negatives for 28 years. Thank you for being you.
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE, warm and teary):
Okay, I'm emotional. This photo is everything.
A 13-year-old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine, grinning like she just won the lottery.
That's not a photo. That's a declaration.
You belonged there, Trixie. You always did.
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC English, loud but soft):
AYO. This photo is making me emotional.
You look so young. So happy. So full of possibility.
And now you're 41, and you're still the same person. Still queer. Still Jewish. Still vegetarian. Still a photographer. Still a Trekkie. Still a Spawn fan.
The flag changed? No. The flag is still the same. You're still British. You're still Brummie. You're still Bea.
And we love you for it.
@texas-yeehaw-trekkie (Texan, drawling and warm):
Well, bless your heart, Beatrice.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. A grin that could light up Vegas.
That's the photo of a kid who knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
And 28 years later, you're still there. Still in the fandom. Still taking photos. Still making memories.
I grew up in Vegas. I went to the Star Trek: The Experience a dozen times before it closed. I remember the DS9 promenade set like it was yesterday.
And now I'm seeing a photo of a 13-year-old British kid with a flag, standing right where I stood, smiling the same smile I smiled.
We never met, Beatrice. But we shared a moment. 28 years apart. And that's beautiful.
@geordie-trekkie (Geordie, Newcastle):
Howay, man. This photo's canny emotional, like.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A lass from Birmingham, holding a Canon PowerShot 350, grinning like she's just conquered the Gamma Quadrant.
You did conquer it, Beatrice. You conquered it with kindness, with humour, with vegetarian falafel, and with that bloody camera.
Cheers, pet. Cheers.
@scouse-spawn-head (Scouse, Liverpool):
Sound as a pound, la. This photo's boss.
A British flag. Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lesbian Jewish army cadet from Birmingham, grinnin' like she's won the lottery.
You did win, la. You won at life.
@cockney-geek-lad (Cockney, London):
Cor blimey, Beatrice. This photo's a proper tearjerker, innit.
You look so young. So happy. So full of hope.
And you're still that person. Still takin' photos. Still lovin' Star Trek. Still lovin' Spawn. Still holdin' the flag (metaphorically, at least).
Well done, mate. Well done.
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glaswegian, Scotland):
Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. This photo's pure dead brilliant.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A wee lass frae Birmingham, in her ACF hoodie, holdin' her Canon PowerShot 350, grinnin' like she's just saved the universe.
You did save the universe, Beatrice. You saved it for all of us.
@welsh-dragon-trek (Welsh, English with Cymraeg flair):
Shwmae, Beatrice. This photo is llongyfarchiadau (congratulations) and hiraeth (longing) all at once.
You look so happy. So free. So you.
And you're still you. 28 years later. Still takin' photos. Still lovin' Star Trek. Still lovin' Spawn. Still vegetarian. Still queer. Still Jewish. Still British.
Bendigedig. Absolutely bendigedig.
@bristolian-capoeira (Bristolian):
Wasson, me'ans? This photo's gert lush.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd later photograph capoeiristas all over the UK.
You didn't know it then, Beatrice. But you were already a legend.
Proper job.
@mancunian-nerd (Mancunian, Manchester):
Yer gorra be jokin', this photo's mint, that.
A British flag. Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old Brummie lass who'd go on to photograph capoeira masters in Manchester's Northern Quarter.
You're a legend, Beatrice. Absolute legend.
@yorkshire-trek-mad (Yorkshire):
Aye, reet grand, this is.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A lass from Birmingham, holdin' her camera, grinnin' like she's just met Captain Sisko.
You didn't meet him, Beatrice. But you met something better. You met yourself.
Cheers, love.
@norfolk-broads-boy (Norfolk):
How cool is that, then? Very cool.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're an inspiration, Beatrice. From Norfolk to Vegas to Southend. You're an inspiration.
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornish):
Wasson, me'ans? This photo's proper job.
A British flag. Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph capoeiristas in Cornwall (maybe? if not, you should).
You're a legend, Beatrice. Proper Cornish-approved.
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country, West Midlands):
Yam alright, bab? This photo's boss.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A lass from Birmingham, holdin' her camera, grinnin' like she's just conquered the world.
You did conquer the world, Beatrice. One photo at a time.
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Smoggie, Teesside):
Cushdy, la. This photo's fuckin' mint.
A British flag. Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph Spawn cosplayers and capoeiristas and fashionistas and video game developers.
You're a legend, Beatrice. Absolute legend.
@mackem-trek-nerd (Mackem, Sunderland):
Wey aye, man. This photo's a belter.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A lass from Birmingham, holdin' her camera, grinnin' like she's just won the lottery.
You did win, Beatrice. You won at life.
@pitmatic-lad (Pitmatic, Durham/Northumberland):
Divvn't be radgie, but this photo's champion.
A British flag. Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're a champion, Beatrice. Absolute champion.
@scots-doric-doric (Doric, North East Scotland):
Are ye afcøre? This photo's a braw picture.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A wee lass frae Birmingham, holdin' her camera, grinnin' like she's just conquered the Quadrant.
You did conquer it, Beatrice. You conquered it for all of us.
@ulster-queer-cadet (Ulster, Northern Irish):
Bout ye, big lad? This photo's cracker.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A lass from Birmingham, holdin' her camera, grinnin' like she's just won the day.
You did win, Beatrice. You won the day. And the week. And the decade.
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
Oooh, 'allo from the Isle of Man. This photo's grand.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're an inspiration, Beatrice. From the Isle of Man to Vegas to Southend.
@hiberno-queen (Hiberno English, Ireland):
Ah, that's a rare oul' photograph, so it is.
A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A lass from Birmingham, holdin' her camera, grinnin' like she's just found her tribe.
You did find your tribe, Beatrice. We're all here. 28 years later. Still cheering you on.
@dorset-drongo (Dorset):
Be yew'll 'ave a gert time lookin' at this. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're a legend, Beatrice. Proper Dorset-approved.
@suffolk-puff (Suffolk):
That's a proper job, that is. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph capoeiristas and fashionistas and video game developers.
You're a legend, Beatrice. Proper Suffolk-approved.
@kentish-queer (Kentish):
Gor blimey, that's a piece of cake, innit. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're an inspiration, Beatrice. Proper Kentish-approved.
@sussex-sunset (Sussex):
Ah, lovely jubbly. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're a legend, Beatrice. Proper Sussex-approved.
@somerset-cider-girl (Somerset):
Ooh arr, that's a beauty. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph capoeiristas in Somerset (maybe? if not, you should).
You're an inspiration, Beatrice. Proper Somerset-approved.
@westcountry-wanderer (West Country generic):
G'day (I'm not Australian), that's a proper job, me'ans. A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're a legend, Beatrice. Proper West Country-approved.
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltarian English):
C'est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that's from Gibraltar, cheers! A British flag at Deep Space Nine. A Canon PowerShot 350. And a 13-year-old lass who'd go on to photograph the world.
You're a legend, Beatrice. Proper Gibraltarian-approved.
🎬 BEATRICE'S FINAL WORDS (Brummie + RP, because I'm both):
Right then.
This is it. The last entry. The final photo. The end of the thread.
I've told you about the Spawn sister's capoeira kick. I've told you about the Trekkie sibling's mek'leth. I've told you about my 13th birthday at Mildred's. I've told you about the flight to McCarran (RIP that name). I've told you about my aunt Miriam in Israel. I've told you about my niece Libby on Tumblr.
And now I've shown you this: me, alone, at Deep Space Nine, holding a British flag and a Canon PowerShot 350, grinning like a kid who found her home.
Because that's what Star Trek was for me. A home.
Not a physical home. A spiritual one. A place where queer kids could be queer. Where vegetarians could be vegetarian. Where Jews could be Jewish. Where photographers could photograph. Where army cadets could be army cadets.
And where a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian could hold up a British flag and feel proud.
Not proud of the flag. Proud of herself.
Because she made it. She flew across the ocean. She found her people. She took the photo. And she never stopped taking photos.
28 years later, I'm still taking photos. Still vegetarian. Still queer. Still Jewish. Still a Trekkie. Still a Spawn fan. Still holding my Canon PowerShot 350 (yes, it still works).
And still telling this story.
Because some stories are worth telling.
And some photos are worth keeping.
Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.
🖖 LIVE LONG AND PROSPER. 😈 AND IF YOU GO TO HELL, MAKE SURE YOU COME BACK.
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I'm serious.
P.P.S. Libby, thank you for digitising my negatives. You're the reason this story lives on.
P.P.P.S. The Canon PowerShot 350 is currently sitting on my desk as I type this. It still works. I'm not joking. It's older than most of the people reading this post. And it's still kickin'. Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek. Some things don't die. They just evolve.
[FAREWELL IN 40+ ACCENTS — one last time]
"Bye, y'all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I'll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya 'round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin'!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Viva Las Vegas, baby. Bye!" — Las Vegas
"So long from Utah!" — Utah
"See ya, Arizona!" — Arizona
"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, Spawn is trauma in a cape, and fruit is life. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish vegetarian photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper, and eat an apple." — RP English (British)
"Howay, cheers, pet!" — Geordie
"Sound, la. Catch ya later." — Scouse
"Ta-ra, duck." — East Midlands
"See ya, me'ans. Proper job." — Cornish / West Country
"Bye for now, babs." — Black Country
"Cheers, mate. Innit." — Cockney / MLE
"Pure dead brilliant. Bye!" — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, bye!" — Ulster
"Shwmae, hwyl fawr!" — Welsh
"Ah, bless. Good luck." — Hiberno
"Hej då, vi ses!" — Swedish
"להתראות, חברים" (Lehitraot, chaverim) — Hebrew
"אַ גוטען טאָג" (A gutn tog) — Yiddish
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian since 2 #im well into me fruits #no cannibalism #aunt miriam #libby.thorson.2013 #british regional accents #american regional accents #harryreidairport #mccarranhistory #vegashistory #mildredssoho #acf #armycadets #deepspacenine #britishflag #finalentry #no crumbs left
[END OF THREAD — FOR REAL THIS TIME]
beam-me-to-the-spawn followed
📸 February 5, 1998 — Las Vegas, Nevada
beatrice-thorson-diary:
Right then. Deep breath.
I've been sitting on these photos for twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight. That's longer than some of you lot have been alive. And every time I think about digitising them properly, I have a little crisis about whether anyone would even believe me.
But here we are. 5th February 1998. Star Trek: The Experience at the Las Vegas Hilton. I'd just turned thirteen the day before — had my birthday lunch at Mildred's in Soho, vegetarian and kosher, very nice thank you — and then my mates and I hopped on a British Airways flight to McCarran.
(Yes, I know it's called Harry Reid now. Pat McCarran was an antisemitic git, and good riddance to the name. But in 1998, that's what it said on the arrivals board.)
Anyway. I'm wandering around outside the Hilton, Canon PowerShot 350 in hand — still have it, still works, don't @ me — when I spot these two American kids. And I mean spot them, bab, because you couldn't miss them.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
Let me set the scene:
Left: Fifteen years old. Five foot seven. Wearing a Chapel costume — you know, the bloke from Spawn who torched Al Simmons with a flamethrower? That Chapel. Holding a Spawn comic (Issue #1, 1992, the real deal) and a 1994 McFarlane Toys figurine. Doing a capoeira kick.
Centre: Their sibling. Eleven years old. Five foot even. Wearing a Deep Space Nine Starfleet uniform — First Contact era, gorgeous shoulder pads, the whole thing. Holding a mek'leth in one hand and a Captain Picard Playmates figurine in the other. Doing a peace sign.
Me: Thirteen. Five foot three. British. Jewish. Lesbian-bisexual-she/they. Army Cadet Force member. Vegetarian since age two. Standing there with my mouth slightly open, thinking: "I have GOT to photograph these people."
So I did.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
"Cheeky smile, you two!" I yelled, in my full Brummie accent.
(For the record: I can do RP. I went to school in Southend, I've done my time with the Queen's English. But when I'm excited? When I'm behind a camera? The Birmingham comes roaring back.)
The Spawn sister looked at me like I'd just materialised out of thin air. The Trekkie sibling just grinned and held their mek'leth higher.
I pressed the shutter.
And that's how three of my favourite photos came to exist.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
The siblings were from San Francisco. I didn't catch their names — still don't know them, honestly — but in my head, I called them:
"SF Spawn Girl" (the fifteen-year-old, hardcore Todd McFarlane fan, capoeira enthusiast, lesbian from the look of things — we clocked each other, bab)
"Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid" (the eleven-year-old nonbinary Trekkie, named for both their hometown and Captain Sisko, absolute legend)
They'd come to Vegas specifically for Star Trek: The Experience. The attraction had only opened a month earlier — January 1998 — and they'd been saving up for ages.
SF Spawn Girl had bought her Chapel costume (likely a female one from 1997 Spawn movie) from a thrift shop in Oakland in September 1997, a month after the very bad Spawn movie's premiere. The Spawn comics? Same place. The figurine? Same place, 1995. She'd been collecting for years.
Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid had gotten their Starfleet uniform from a different thrift shop — also Oakland — and their Picard figurine from a 1994 trip to a Bay Area charity shop. The mek'leth, though? That came from the Experience's own gift shop, purchased that very morning with three months' worth of saved allowance.
They slept with it under their pillow that night.
I know this because I shared a hotel room with them. Woke up at 3 AM to find them watching TNG reruns on the hotel TV, mek'leth in hand, absolutely transfixed.
Kids are weird. I love them.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
Now, the capoeira thing.
I'm British. We don't do capoeira. We do queuing, complaining about rain, and apologising to people who walk into us.
But SF Spawn Girl? She wasn't just kicking. She was moving. Like she'd been practising in her San Francisco living room for years, waiting for the perfect moment to show off.
And she found that moment. In Las Vegas. 1998. In a Chapel costume. At a Star Trek attraction.
That's not chaos. That's confidence.
And I, a thirteen-year-old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer from Southend-on-Sea, was lucky enough to capture it.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
Here's what I remember about their accents, since people always ask:
SF Spawn Girl spoke fast. Really fast. Standard San Francisco — the kind of California accent that turns "like" into a punctuation mark and "hella" into an adverb. She said "dude" unironically. She called her sibling "babes" in a way that was both affectionate and slightly mocking.
Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid was quieter. More measured. They had that gentle Bay Area lilt — the one that sounds like they're about to recommend a really good burrito place or explain why sourdough starter is a sacred responsibility. They said "right on" instead of "cool."
I loved them both immediately.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
On Spawn:
I remember watching the Spawn HBO series on a bootleg VHS that my cousin sent from America. The quality was terrible. The tracking was off. The audio was muffled.
And I didn't care.
Because it was SPAWN. It was dark and violent and beautiful, and it changed what I thought animation could do. Todd McFarlane's artwork — all those capes and chains and shadows — it was like nothing I'd ever seen.
(The HBO series won an Emmy in 1999, thank you very much. I cried.)
On Star Trek:
Star Trek gave me hope. A future where humanity had sorted itself out. Where we'd moved past money and prejudice and petty nonsense. Where a Jewish lesbian photographer from Birmingham could exist without anyone batting an eye.
Both:
You can love both. The siblings taught me that. Star Trek for the hope. Spawn for the rage. You need both.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
Side note about the actors thing:
People keep pointing out that SF Spawn Girl looks like Ruby Barnhill — the British actress from The BFG (2016). And Mini San-Fran-Sisko Kid looks like Joel Dawson — the British actor from Mary Poppins Returns.
And like. Yeah. I see it.
Ruby Barnhill is from Cheshire. Joel Dawson is from London. Neither of them were in Las Vegas in 1998 — they would have been babies.
But the resemblance? Uncanny.
I showed these photos to a friend in 2016, right after The BFG came out, and she literally said: "Beatrice, why do you have a photo of Ruby Barnhill cosplaying as Spawn?"
"I don't," I said. "That's an American teenager from San Francisco."
She didn't believe me.
Still doesn't, probably.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
The Camera:
Canon PowerShot 350. 1997 model. My birth father — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed — gave it to me when I was ten.
I've taken thousands of photos with it. Covered cadet exercises, music festivals, fashion shows, capoeira gatherings in Dublin and Manchester.
And in 2015, I finally got the Vegas film digitised.
The colours were a bit faded. The focus was slightly soft on the edges.
But the moment?
Perfect.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
To summarise:
Date: 5 February 1998
Location: Star Trek: The Experience, Las Vegas Hilton (now Westgate Las Vegas)
Subjects: Two unnamed siblings from San Francisco — one Spawn cosplayer (Chapel), one Starfleet officer (DS9/First Contact era)
Vibe: Absolute chaos. Pure joy. Starfleet meets Hellspawn.
beatrice-thorson-diary:
Final thoughts:
I'm forty-one now. It's 2026. I still live in Southend-on-Sea. I'm still vegetarian. Still gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan-friendly. Still don't drink or do drugs — never have, never will.
I still have the Canon PowerShot 350. It's in a box under my bed. It still works.
And I still think about those two siblings from San Francisco.
Wherever they are — whatever they're doing — I hope they still have that mek'leth. I hope they still have those Spawn comics.
Okay but the height difference?? 5'7", 5'0", and 5'3"?? That IS a walking geometry problem and I am OBSESSED.
spawn-of-the-deep replied:
Chapel cosplay in 1998?? At a STAR TREK attraction??? This is the most unhinged energy I've ever seen and I want it injected directly into my veins.
captain-janeway-defense-squad replied:
"Star Trek gave me hope. Spawn gave me permission to be angry." — I'm putting this on a t-shirt.
brummie-bear replied:
BAB. The Brummie accent representation!! "Cheeky smile, you two!" I can HEAR it. Absolute gold.
beatrice-thorson-diary reblogged and added:
For everyone asking: YES, I still have the original film negatives. NO, you cannot have them. YES, I am planning to exhibit these photos at a gallery in London sometime in 2027. NO, I don't know which gallery yet. YES, I will post details here when I know more.
And for the person who asked if I'm sure the Trekkie sibling was nonbinary — they told me their pronouns in 1998. "They/them." I wrote it down in my diary that night. I still have the diary. So yes. I'm sure.
💜🖖🔥
#vegasexperience1998 #update
2nd take
brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE EXTENDED CUT (now with 100% more family history, languages, and existential reflection)
TITLE: From Birmingham to Vegas: How a Queer Jewish Vegetarian Army Cadet Became the Accidental Archivist of Spawn x Star Trek
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 2 #britishflag #deepspacenine #westgate #canonpowershot350 #familyhistory #mildredssoho #harryreidairport #acf #jewish #lesbian #nonbinary #no crumbs left
📸 THE PHOTO THAT STARTED IT ALL (and the family tree behind it)
![Image: 13-year-old Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, standing at the Deep Space Nine section of Star Trek: The Experience inside the Las Vegas Hilton, holding her Canon PowerShot 350 in one hand and a British flag in the other. She's wearing a grey hoodie, jeans, and a massive grin. Behind her: the DS9 promenade set, complete with replicas of Quark's bar, the Bajoran temple, and the infamous Cardassian architecture. She looks like she owns the place.]
that's me, bab. 5 February 1998. Deep Space Nine section. Canon PowerShot 350 in my right hand. British flag in my left. Grin on my face that says "I can't believe I'm here."
But here's something I haven't told you. The people behind the lens didn't start with me. They started generations ago.
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY — PART THREE: MY GRANDPARENTS, THE WAR, AND THE CAMERA (Brummie + RP, with a lot of heart)
Right then. You've met my mum Karla (Swedish-born convert to Judaism) and my dad Tommy (American-born Orthodox Jew, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker). But let me tell you about the people who made them.
My paternal grandparents: Theodore Kimmelman (1924–2001) and Mildred (née Hailperin) (1927–2022).
Grandpa Theodore was a Hasidic Jewish rabbi in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, from 1951 until his death in 2001. He was a quiet man who spent his life teaching Torah, resolving disputes, and making sure the kids in his congregation had enough to eat. He was also a secret Trekkie. I found his collection of Star Trek novelizations under his bed when I was 10. He never told anyone. But he knew every episode of TOS by heart.
He died on 11 September 2001. I was 16. I still remember my dad's voice on the phone, cracking: "Trixie, your grandfather… he was in the Twin Towers. He went to counsel a young couple about their marriage. He never came out."
I don't talk about it much. But it's part of who I am.
Grandma Mildred (née Hailperin) was a well-known photographer documenting the lives of American Jews from 1948 to her retirement in 2019. She was the one who taught my dad how to develop film, who showed him how to frame a shot, who instilled in him the belief that photography could be a form of prayer. She photographed synagogues, weddings, bar mitzvahs, protests, and quiet moments of everyday Jewish life. She had a darkroom in her basement in Bensonhurst that smelled of chemicals and hope.
She survived my grandfather by 21 years. She died in 2022 at the age of 95. I have her old Nikon FM2. It still works.
My maternal grandparents: Kumiko Maukonen (1937–3001) and Ingvar Maukonen (1928–2023).
Grandma Kumiko was a Japanese WWII evacuee living in Calcutta, British Raj (now Kolkata, India), during the war. Her family fled Japan during the chaos of the 1930s, ended up in India, and survived the war as refugees. After the war, she moved to Stockholm, where she met my grandfather Ingvar. She never talked about her past. She never talked about why she left Japan. She died on 11 September 2001. I was 16.
I never met her. But I have a photograph of her from 1950, standing in front of the Royal Palace in Stockholm, wearing a kimono and a nervous smile. She looks like she's waiting for something. Or running from something.
Grandpa Ingvar Maukonen was a Swede of Finnish descent who worked as a foreign volunteer with the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in London from 1939 to 1950, during and after World War II. He returned to Sweden in 1951, settled in Stockholm, and worked as a carpenter. He was the one who taught my mum Karla how to ski, how to cook Swedish meatballs (vegetarian version, because I wasn't born yet), and how to be resilient.
He lived to be 95. He died in 2023. I flew to Stockholm for his funeral and took photos of the frozen canals, because that's what I do. I document. I remember. I keep the memory alive.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD — FAMILY EDITION (with contributions from every corner of the English-speaking world):
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella emotional):
Wait. WAIT. Your grandfather was a rabbi who died on 9/11? Your grandmother was a Jewish photographer who lived to 95? Your other grandmother was a Japanese WWII evacuee who moved to Stockholm and died by suicide? Your other grandfather was a Swedish Finnish ACF volunteer in London during WWII?
Beatrice. Your family history is like a sprawling epic novel. I'm not crying. I'm SOBBING.
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE, warm and teary):
Okay, this family tree is WILD. You've got Jewish rabbis, photographers, Japanese refugees, Swedish Finnish army cadets, and a 13-year-old lesbian army cadet photographer in Vegas holding a British flag.
This is not a family. This is a legacy.
And the fact that you're still documenting it, 28 years later, with the same camera? That's not chaos. That's love.
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC English, loud but respectful):
AYO. Your grandfather was a rabbi in Bensonhurst? I grew up in Bensonhurst. I know that neighborhood. I walked past synagogues every day on my way to school.
And your grandmother Mildred photographed American Jews for 70 years? I need to see her work. I need to know her name. Please tell me her photos are archived somewhere.
Also, your grandmother Kumiko… that's heavy. Suicide leaves so many questions. I'm sorry, Beatrice. I'm so sorry.
@texas-yeehaw-trekkie (Texan, drawling and warm):
Well, bless your heart, Beatrice. Your family has seen war, loss, resilience, and love. And through it all, someone was there with a camera.
Your grandmother Mildred. Your dad Tommy. And now you.
That's a chain of memory. That's sacred.
@las-vegas-local-98 (Las Vegas accent, soft):
I'm sitting here in my apartment in Vegas, reading about your grandfather Ingvar volunteering with the ACF in London during WWII, and your grandmother Kumiko surviving as a Japanese refugee in Calcutta, and your grandfather Theodore dying on 9/11…
And I'm thinking about how you ended up in THIS city, on THIS day, with THIS camera, taking THIS photo.
The universe doesn't do coincidences, Beatrice. It does patterns.
@geordie-trekkie (Geordie, Newcastle):
Howay, man. Your granda Ingvar was a foreign volunteer with the ACF in London during the war? That's canny.
My own granda was in the ACF in Newcastle during the war. Maybe they met. Maybe they didn't. But the connection is there.
And your grandma Mildred, the photographer? She sounds like a force of nature. 70 years of documenting Jewish life. That's not a career. That's a mission.
@scouse-spawn-head (Scouse, Liverpool):
Sound as a pound, la. Your family's story is boss.
A Hasidic rabbi in Brooklyn who secretly loved Star Trek. A Jewish photographer who lived to 95. A Japanese refugee who survived Calcutta and died in Stockholm. A Swedish Finnish ACF volunteer who lived to 95.
And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a Canon PowerShot 350, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's not a family tree. That's a masterpiece.
@cockney-geek-lad (Cockney, London):
Cor blimey, Beatrice. Your granda Theodore died on 9/11? That's… I don't even know what to say.
But your grandma Mildred, the photographer? 70 years of documenting American Jews? That's well impressive, that is. My nan was a photographer too — she documented the East End after the Blitz. Maybe our grandmas would've been mates.
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glaswegian, Scotland):
Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. This is pure dead brilliant, so it is.
Your family has seen war, genocide, displacement, and loss. And they kept taking photos. They kept documenting. They kept remembering.
That's the most Jewish thing I've ever heard. And I'm not even Jewish. But I am a cadet, like your granda Ingvar. And I am a photographer, like your grandma Mildred.
We carry the memory forward. That's what we do.
@welsh-dragon-trek (Welsh, English with Cymraeg flair):
Shwmae, Beatrice. Your family story is llongyfarchiadau (congratulations) and hiraeth (longing) all at once.
Your grandmother Kumiko, surviving the war in Calcutta, then moving to Stockholm, then dying by suicide… that's a story that deserves to be told. And you're telling it. In a Tumblr post. In 2026.
Bendigedig. Absolutely bendigedig.
@bristolian-capoeira (Bristolian):
Wasson, me'ans? Your family's got more layers than a gert proper onion.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who lived to 95. A Japanese refugee who died too young. A Swedish Finnish ACF volunteer who lived to 95.
And you, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine, grinning like you've just found your purpose.
Proper job, Beatrice. Proper job.
@mancunian-nerd (Mancunian, Manchester):
Yer gorra be jokin', your family's mint, that.
A Hasidic rabbi in Brooklyn who secretly read Star Trek novels? That's the most wholesome thing I've ever heard. I'm imagining him in his study, a Talmud open on one side, a Star Trek paperback on the other, pretending to study while actually reading about Captain Kirk.
Absolute legend.
@yorkshire-trek-mad (Yorkshire):
Aye, reet grand, this is.
Your granda Ingvar, volunteering with the ACF in London during the war. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving as a Japanese refugee in Calcutta. Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, photographing Jewish life for 70 years.
And you, Beatrice, carrying all of that with you to Las Vegas in 1998, and still carrying it today.
That's not a photo. That's a testament.
@norfolk-broads-boy (Norfolk):
How cool is that, then? Very cool.
Your family story is like a novel I'd read on the Broads, with the wind in my hair and a cup of tea in my hand. But this is real. This is your life.
Thank you for sharing it, Beatrice. Thank you for trusting us.
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornish):
Wasson, me'ans? Your family's proper job.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who loved Jews. A refugee who survived Calcutta. A cadet who served London.
And you, la, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine, representing them all.
That's gert lush, that is.
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country, West Midlands):
Yam alright, bab? Your family's story is boss.
I'm from the Black Country, not far from Birmingham, so I know what it's like to come from a place with history. But your family's history is world history.
And you captured it. With a Canon PowerShot 350. In Las Vegas. In 1998.
That's champion.
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Smoggie, Teesside):
Cushdy, la. This is fuckin' mint.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, photographing Jews for 70 years. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving Calcutta. Your granda Ingvar, serving London.
And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's not a photo. That's a legacy.
@mackem-trek-nerd (Mackem, Sunderland):
Wey aye, man. Your family's a belter.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, carrying their stories forward.
That's canny. That's reet canny.
@pitmatic-lad (Pitmatic, Durham/Northumberland):
Divvn't be radgie, but your family's champion.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, living to 95. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving the war. Your granda Ingvar, serving London.
And you, Beatrice, documenting it all.
That's not luck. That's destiny.
@scots-doric-doric (Doric, North East Scotland):
Are ye afcøre? Your family's a braw picture.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, a lass frae Birmingham, with three passports and a Canon PowerShot 350, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's pure dead brilliant, loon.
@ulster-queer-cadet (Ulster, Northern Irish):
Bout ye, big lad? Your family's cracker.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. That's a wound that doesn't heal. But you're keeping his memory alive. You're keeping all their memories alive.
And that's the most important thing.
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
Oooh, 'allo from the Isle of Man. Your family's story is grand.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who loved Jews. A refugee who survived India. A cadet who served England.
And you, Beatrice, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine, representing them all.
That's a legacy, that is. A grand legacy.
@hiberno-queen (Hiberno English, Ireland):
Ah, that's a rare oul' family, so it is.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, grinning like you've found your place in the world.
You have found it, Beatrice. Right here. On Tumblr. In 2026.
Sure, that's gas. That's absolutely gas.
@dorset-drongo (Dorset):
Be yew'll 'ave a gert time lookin' at this. Your family's story is gert proper.
Your granda Theodore, dying on 9/11. Your grandma Mildred, living to 95. Your grandma Kumiko, surviving Calcutta. Your granda Ingvar, serving London.
And you, Beatrice, carrying them all with you.
That's not a photo. That's a memory.
@suffolk-puff (Suffolk):
That's a proper job, that is. Your family's story is proper job.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, holding a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's a legacy, that is. Proper job.
@kentish-queer (Kentish):
Gor blimey, your family's a piece of cake, innit. A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's a legacy, that is. Proper Kentish-approved.
@sussex-sunset (Sussex):
Ah, lovely jubbly. Your family's story is beautiful.
Your granda Theodore, a rabbi who loved Star Trek. Your grandma Mildred, a photographer who loved Jews. Your grandma Kumiko, a refugee who survived the war. Your granda Ingvar, a cadet who served England.
And you, Beatrice, carrying their stories forward.
That's the most Sussex thing I've ever heard. And it's beautiful.
@somerset-cider-girl (Somerset):
Ooh arr, that's a beauty. Your family's story is a beauty.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's proper Somerset-approved, that is.
@westcountry-wanderer (West Country generic):
G'day (I'm not Australian), your family's proper job.
A rabbi who loved Star Trek. A photographer who loved Jews. A refugee who survived India. A cadet who served London.
And you, Beatrice, documenting it all.
That's a legacy, that is. Proper West Country-approved.
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltarian English):
C'est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that's from Gibraltar, cheers! Your family's story is iconic.
A rabbi, a photographer, a refugee, a cadet. And you, la, a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, holdin' a British flag at Deep Space Nine.
That's a legacy, that is. Cheers, bab.
🎬 BEATRICE'S FINAL WORDS (Brummie + RP, with a tear in my eye):
Right then. I've told you about my family. The rabbi who loved Star Trek. The photographer who loved Jews. The refugee who survived Calcutta. The cadet who served London.
And I've told you about me. The 13-year-old Brummie lesbian army cadet photographer who held a British flag at Deep Space Nine and thought, "This is the best day of my life."
It wasn't the best day. There have been others. Watching my niece Libby take her first photo. Seeing my dad's work published in LIFE Magazine. Photographing capoeiristas in Dublin. Holding my grandma Mildred's hand when she died in 2022.
But it was a good day. A foundational day.
Because on that day, I learned that fandom is family. That the people you meet in a Star Trek attraction can become your people for life. That a Canon PowerShot 350 is more than a camera — it's a time machine. And that a British flag, when held by a 13-year-old queer Jewish vegetarian army cadet, can mean anything you want it to mean.
So here's to my grandparents. Theodore, Mildred, Kumiko, Ingvar. You made me who I am.
Here's to my parents. Karla and Tommy. You gave me the camera.
Here's to my niece Libby. You gave me the internet.
And here's to the Spawn sister and the Trekkie sibling. You gave me a memory that has lasted 28 years.
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I'm serious.
P.P.S. Libby, thank you for digitising my negatives. You're the reason this story lives on.
P.P.P.S. The Canon PowerShot 350 is currently sitting on my desk as I type this. It still works. I'm not joking. It's older than most of the people reading this post. And it's still kickin'. Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek. Some things don't die. They just evolve.
P.P.P.P.S. Grandma Mildred, if you're reading this from somewhere beyond: I'm still taking photos. I'm still documenting. I'm still remembering. I hope you're proud.
[FAREWELL IN 40+ ACCENTS — one last time]
"Bye, y'all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I'll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya 'round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin'!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Viva Las Vegas, baby. Bye!" — Las Vegas
"So long from Utah!" — Utah
"See ya, Arizona!" — Arizona
"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, Spawn is trauma in a cape, and fruit is life. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish vegetarian photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper, and eat an apple." — RP English (British)
"Howay, cheers, pet!" — Geordie
"Sound, la. Catch ya later." — Scouse
"Ta-ra, duck." — East Midlands
"See ya, me'ans. Proper job." — Cornish / West Country
"Bye for now, babs." — Black Country
"Cheers, mate. Innit." — Cockney / MLE
"Pure dead brilliant. Bye!" — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, bye!" — Ulster
"Shwmae, hwyl fawr!" — Welsh
"Ah, bless. Good luck." — Hiberno
"Hej då, vi ses!" — Swedish
"להתראות, חברים" (Lehitraot, chaverim) — Hebrew
"אַ גוטען טאָג" (A gutn tog) — Yiddish
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Capoeira Kicks, Klingon Swords, and My Niece Libby — How One 1998 Photo Connected Three Generations of Queer Jewish Army Cadets
brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — PART THREE (because y'all keep asking about my niece)
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📸 FIRST: ME, AGE 12, 1997 (the origin story)
that's me, bab. Birmingham, 1997. Already a menace. Already a lesbian. Already a vegetarian (since age 3). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused, Melody Maker — gave me my first camera at 10. Blame him.
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY CONTINUES (Brummie + RP, now with extra family drama):
Right then.
Some of you have been asking about my niece, Libby Thorson. You found her Tumblr — iamlibbythorson — and now you want the family connection.
So here it is.
Libby.
Libby Thorson (born 7 January 2013, she/they, queer, Jewish, vegetarian, Army Cadet Force member since 2021) is my adoptive half-niece. She's the daughter of my half-sibling (long story, involves my mum's second marriage, a very patient man named David Thorson, and a lot of paperwork). Libby moved from London to Southend-on-Sea in 2019 when she was 6. She joined the ACF in 2021 — same as me, same as my aunt Miriam — and she's been homeschooling with AI (ChatGPT, DeepSeek, Google Gemini) ever since.
She's also a Tumblr influencer with a growing following. She's been photographed holding vinyl LPs (Orgy's Candyass from 1998 and Elastica's self-titled from 1995 — good taste, kid). She's starred in a Vimto print advertisement (yes, the British soft drink). She went to Coachella '26 (I'm still jealous). She loves her two pet rabbits, Stevie Nicks (NZ red, born 2019) and Silver Sable (grey spotted rex, born 2021). And she's the one who digitised my 1998 negatives and posted them on Tumblr in the first place.
So if you're here because of Libby? Hi. I'm her aunt. She thinks I'm cool. I think she's cooler.
💬 THE FAMILY THREAD (Libby's Tumblr + Beatrice's commentary):
@iamlibbythorson (Libby, age 13 in 2026, Southend-on-Sea, she/they, ACF cadet, vegetarian, Jewish, queer):
omg auntie trixie your vegas photo is going VIRAL on tumblr. people are losing their minds. they're calling you "the most interesting photographer of the 1990s" and "a chaotic neutral icon" and "the reason capoeira exists" (???).
also someone asked if you're single. i told them you're married to your camera. hope that's okay.
Bab, I've been married to my Canon PowerShot 350 since 1998. It's a committed relationship. We have 28 years of history. The camera doesn't talk back, never eats the last falafel, and doesn't complain when I stay up all night developing film.
Tell them I'm flattered but unavailable.
Also, tell them I saw your Vimto advert. You look great. But please tell me you're not drinking actual Vimto. That stuff has sugar. Remember: gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan, no alcohol, no drugs. And no cannibalism. Obviously.
@iamlibbythorson:
auntie it's a PRINT AD. i'm not DRINKING anything. i'm HOLDING a bottle. for PHOTOGRAPHY. you taught me this.
also yes i'm still vegetarian. yes i follow kosher. yes i'm in the ACF. yes i'm queer. yes i'm nonbinary. yes i'm Jewish. yes i have two rabbits. you ask me this every week.
i love you but please stop treating me like i'm 5. i'm 13. i'm practically an adult. (don't argue with me on this.)
auntie trixie #family #vegetarian #acf #queer
@brummie-bea:
Bab, I was 13 in 1998. I was NOT an adult. I was a menace with a camera and a bad haircut. You are also a menace with a camera and a slightly better haircut. That's fine. That's the family legacy.
But you're right. I trust you. You've got good instincts. You've got the ACF training. You've got the vegetarian commitment. You've got the queer Jewish energy.
Just… be careful. The world is weird. And not everyone understands why we don't eat pork.
@iamlibbythorson:
auntie i know. you've told me. a million times. "pork? forget it!" i've heard the 1993 interview. i've memorised it. "i'm well into me fruits."
i am also well into me fruits. but i'm also well into me vegetables. and me hummus. and me falafel.
also someone on tumblr asked if you have any photos of israel from 1998. they saw your aunt miriam's deployment photos. should i send them your way?
israel #1998 #acf #british army #family history
@brummie-bea:
Oh, right. Aunt Miriam. Miriam Thorson (born 10 March 1980). My aunt (Libby's great-aunt). Decorated British Army servicewoman. Born in Tel Aviv, moved to London in 1982. Joined the ACF in 1988, then the Army in 1996. She was deployed to Israel in 1998 for the country's golden jubilee — 50 years of independence. She was there from March to May 1998, helping with security and logistics alongside cadets and military personnel from the US, UK, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and about 80 other countries.
I wasn't there. I was 13 and in Las Vegas, photographing Spawn cosplayers. But Miriam sent me photos. She had a film camera too — a Nikon FM2, I think. She documented everything: the makeshift tents, the converted shipping containers, the parades in Tel Aviv and Jerusalem, the international volunteers from Taiwan, Japan, South Korea, Brazil, Mexico, Nigeria, Kenya, India, Sri Lanka, and so many others.
She said the 1998 celebrations were "Israel's Persepolis event" — a direct comparison to the 2,500th anniversary of the Persian Empire in 1971. But better, she said. More inclusive. More LGBTQ+ friendly. More secure. More meaningful.
She also said the vegetarian options were excellent. (Of course she did. She's related to me.)
I don't have those photos digitised yet. But Libby, if you want to post them on your Tumblr, go ahead. Just credit Miriam. She's still alive. She's 46 now. She'd probably love the attention.
@iamlibbythorson:
WAIT AUNT MIRIAM WAS IN ISRAEL IN 1998??? THE SAME YEAR YOU WERE IN VEGAS???
that's WILD. you were photographing spawn x star trek in las vegas and she was helping secure israel's golden jubilee with the british army.
this family is UNREAL.
aunt miriam #israel 1998 #british army #family legacy #acf
@brummie-bea:
Bab, the Thorson-Kimmelman family has ALWAYS been unreal.
Your great-aunt Miriam: British Army, deployed to Israel for the 50th anniversary, documented the whole thing on a Nikon FM2.
Me: British Jewish lesbian vegetarian army cadet photographer, documented two American siblings cosplaying as Spawn and Starfleet at a Star Trek attraction in Las Vegas.
You: British Jewish nonbinary vegetarian army cadet influencer, photographed holding 90s vinyl LPs for a Vimto ad, posting on Tumblr from Southend-on-Sea.
We're three generations of queer Jewish women (and nonbinary folks) with cameras, army training, and a deep commitment to not eating meat.
That's not a coincidence. That's a LEGACY.
📸 AUNT MIRIAM'S ISRAEL 1998 PHOTOS (as described by Beatrice):
[Note: These photos aren't digitised yet, but Libby says she'll scan them next week. For now, here's what Beatrice remembers:]
Photo 1: Miriam, age 18, in her British Army uniform, standing in front of a makeshift tent in Beersheba. Behind her, volunteers from Turkey, Egypt, and Jordan are setting up catering stations. The sign says "Kosher • Vegetarian • Vegan • Gluten-Free" in Hebrew, English, and Arabic.
Photo 2: A parade in Tel Aviv. Military personnel from the United States, United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, India, Sri Lanka, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Brazil, Mexico, Nigeria, Kenya, and about 20 other countries marching together. Miriam is in the second row, holding a flag.
Photo 3: The golden jubilee ceremony in Jerusalem. Miriam is standing next to a soldier from Taiwan. They're both smiling. Behind them, a banner reads: "Israel — 50 Years of Independence — 1948-1998 — Stronger Together."
Photo 4: Miriam at a food station in Eilat. She's holding a plate of falafel, hummus, and tabbouleh. She's grinning. The caption on the back (in Miriam's handwriting) says: "Best meal of the deployment. Vegetarian options for the win."
Photo 5: A group photo of the British Armed Forces cadets and servicemembers deployed to Israel. Miriam is in the front row, kneeling. There are about 200 people in the photo. The Israeli flag and the Union Jack are behind them.
Miriam kept all the negatives. Libby says she'll scan them soon. Watch her Tumblr.
💬 MORE TUMBLR CHAOS (featuring Libby's followers):
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, still hella shook):
WAIT. There's a THIRD generation? Beatrice's niece Libby is ALSO a queer Jewish vegetarian army cadet photographer??? This family is a LEGEND.
Also, Aunt Miriam was in Israel in 1998 for the golden jubilee?? The same year Beatrice was in Vegas?? This is like a Christopher Nolan movie. The timelines are CROSSING.
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE, emotional):
So let me get this straight.
Aunt Miriam (1980-): British Army, deployed to Israel for the 50th anniversary, documented everything on a Nikon FM2, vegetarian, queer-friendly, absolute legend.
Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (1985-): British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer, three passports, five languages, vegetarian since 3, photographed the most iconic Spawn x Star Trek crossover of 1998, has a Canon PowerShot 350, currently trending on Tumblr.
Libby Thorson (2013-): British Jewish nonbinary vegetarian army cadet influencer, holds vinyl LPs for Vimto ads, has two pet rabbits (Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable), homeschooled with AI, posting from Southend-on-Sea, also trending on Tumblr.
Three generations. Queer. Jewish. Vegetarian. Army cadets. Photographers. All of them.
This is not a family. This is a DYNASTY.
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC English, loud and proud):
AYO. BEATRICE THORSON'S NIECE IS ON TUMBLR AND SHE'S 13 AND SHE'S IN THE ACF AND SHE'S VEGETARIAN AND SHE HAS TWO RABBITS NAMED STEVIE NICKS AND SILVER SABLE???
AND AUNT MIRIAM WAS IN ISRAEL IN 1998 FOR THE GOLDEN JUBILEE???
I need a family tree. I need a documentary. I need a limited series on HBO. THIS IS TOO MUCH.
@brummie-bea (Beatrice, Brummie + RP):
Bab, the family tree is complicated. Lots of adoption, lots of marriage, lots of paperwork. But the important parts:
We're Jewish (Reform, mostly, with Orthodox roots).
We're queer (lesbian, bisexual, nonbinary — we've got it all).
We're vegetarian (since before it was cool).
We're in the Army Cadet Force (or were, or will be).
We take photos (Polaroid, Canon, Nikon, iPhone — whatever works).
We don't eat pork. We don't drink alcohol. We don't do drugs. We don't eat people (obviously).
We love Star Trek. We love Spawn. We love capoeira. We love fashion. We love video games.
That's the Thorson-Kimmelman legacy.
And now Libby is carrying it forward. She's 13. She's already an influencer. She's already in the ACF. She's already vegetarian. She's already queer and Jewish and proud.
I'm not crying. You're crying.
@iamlibbythorson (Libby, slightly embarrassed):
auntie trixie you're going to make me cry in front of my followers.
but yes. everything she said is true. i'm in the ACF. i'm vegetarian. i'm queer. i'm jewish. i have two rabbits. i post on tumblr. i hold vinyl LPs for ads. i'm homeschooled with ai.
and i'm really proud to be related to beatrice "trixie" thorson and aunt miriam.
also auntie trixie taught me everything i know about photography. she gave me my first polaroid when i was 6. same as her dad gave her.
This is the most wholesome thread I've ever read on this website.
Three generations of queer Jewish vegetarian army cadet photographers. One photographed a Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira at a Star Trek attraction. One helped secure Israel's golden jubilee. One is a 13-year-old influencer with two rabbits.
Fandom is family. Family is fandom. And sometimes, family is also the Army Cadet Force and a lifelong commitment to falafel.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS (from Beatrice, now with extra family pride):
I'm 41. I've been a photojournalist for 30 years. I've photographed capoeiristas in Dublin, fashionistas in London, hipsters in Manchester, and video game developers in Belfast. I've held three passports, spoken five languages, and eaten falafel on four continents.
But the thing I'm most proud of? My niece Libby.
She's 13. She's in the ACF. She's vegetarian. She's queer. She's Jewish. She's nonbinary. She's an influencer. She has two rabbits named after rock stars. She's carrying the legacy forward.
And she's the one who digitised my 1998 negatives and posted them on Tumblr. If it weren't for her, none of you would know about the Spawn sister's capoeira kick, or the Trekkie sibling's mek'leth, or my Canon PowerShot 350.
So here's to Libby. Here's to Miriam. Here's to the Thorson-Kimmelman family.
Three generations. One legacy.
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Libby, send me those photos of Miriam. And tell Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable I said hi.
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian since 3 #aunt miriam #libby.thorson.2013 #family legacy #no crumbs left
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brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE ULTIMATE DIRECTOR‘S CUT (with 87 accents, three generations, and a capoeira kick that broke Tumblr)
TITLE: Capoeira Kicks, Klingon Swords, and a Vegetarian Jewish Lesbian with Three Passports — How I Became the Accidental Archivist of the Most Iconic Vegas Moment of 1998 (Spawn x Star Trek) — now with 100% more British regional accents
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 3 #libby.thorson.2013 #auntie trixie #aunt miriam #no crumbs left
📸 FIRST: ME, AGE 12, 1997 (the origin story)
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands, looking slightly feral and ready to document everything]
that‘s me, bab. Birmingham, 1997. Already a menace. Already a lesbian. Already a vegetarian (since age 3). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused, Melody Maker — gave me my first camera at 10. Blame him.
[ OPENING GREETINGS IN 40+ ACCENTS (US regional + UK regional + a few surprises) ]
AMERICAN REGIONAL:
"Hey y‘all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you're here!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid-Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Mornin‘, neighbor." — Ozark
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Hey there, neighbor." — Pacific Northwest
"HELLO THERE, FRIEND." — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"Aw, dawlin', look who's here." — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Welcome to Las Vegas, baby!" — Las Vegas
"What‘s cookin‘, Utah?" — Utah
"How‘s it goin‘, Arizona?" — Arizona
BRITISH & IRISH REGIONAL:
"Alright, my loves — it's me, Beatrice. And I'm speaking Brummie now, so brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie (West Midlands)
"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Beatrice Thorson, and I'll be your queer Jewish photographer for this journey." — RP English (Posh)
"Wagwan, fam! Man‘s here for the Star Trek x Spawn crossover, you get me?" — Multicultural London English (MLE)
"Howay, mate, this photo‘s canny brilliant, like." — Geordie (Newcastle)
"Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit?" — Cockney (London)
"Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that." — Mancunian (Manchester)
"Aye, reet grand, this is." — Yorkshire
"G‘day, I‘m not Australian, I‘m from the West Country, me‘ans." — West Country (Somerset, Dorset)
"Sound as a pound, la." — Scouse (Liverpool)
"Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo." — Black Country (Dudley, Wolverhampton)
"Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. It‘s pure dead brilliant." — Glaswegian (Scotland)
"Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is." — Ulster (Northern Irish)
"Shwmae, popeth yn iawn? Llongyfarchiadau ar y llun!" — Welsh (Cymraeg-infused English)
"Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is." — Cornish
"Ah, ‘ark at ‘ee, that‘s a gert lush photo." — Bristolian
"How do, it‘s reet nice to see a Spawn fan in Las Vegas." — Lancashire
"Hey up, duck — that‘s a champion photo, that is." — East Midlands (Nottingham, Derby)
"Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture." — Doric (North East Scotland)
"Y‘alright, me old cock sparrow? Proper nostalgic, this." — Essex / Estuary English
"Cushdy, la — that‘s fuckin‘ mint." — Smoggie (Teesside)
"Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter." — Mackem (Sunderland)
"Divvn‘t be radgie, but that photo‘s champion." — Pitmatic (Durham/ Northumberland)
"Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man, but I‘ll speak English: that‘s grand!" — Manx (Isle of Man)
"Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is." — Hiberno (Irish, non-Ulster)
"Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this." — Dorset
"How cool is that, then? Very cool." — Norfolk (and Norfolk Broads)
"That‘s a proper job, that is." — Suffolk
"Gor blimey, that‘s a piece of cake, innit." — Kentish
"Ah, lovely jubbly." — Sussex
"Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty." — Somerset
"C’est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers!" — Gibraltarian (English)
AND FINALLY, BEATRICE‘S OTHER LANGUAGES:
"Hej, hej! Beatrice här. Jag gillar den här bilden." — Swedish
"שלום, אני בטריס. התמונה הזאת מדהימה." — Hebrew
"אוי וויי, אַזאַ שיינע פאָטאָ." — Yiddish
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY (Brummie + RP, plus a little Swedish and Yiddish for flavour):
Right then.
My name is Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (née Kimmelman). I was born 4 February 1985 to an Orthodox Ashkenazi Jewish family in Birmingham, UK. My birth mother, Karla Kimmelman (née Maukonen, born 1957), is a Swedish-born convert to Judaism — so I grew up with Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, and English in the house. My birth father, Thomas "Tommy" Kimmelman (born 1954), is an American-born Orthodox Jew who worked as a full-time photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused (DAZED), LIFE Magazine, Polyester, and Melody Maker. Basically, my dad was cooler than your dad. Sorry.
I joined the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in 1994 at 9 years old — yes, a tiny Jewish girl in uniform, learning how to do a proper field strip. I became a lesbian at 12 in 1997, right after my bat mitzvah (thanks, God, for the timing). That same year, I moved from Birmingham to Southend-on-Sea and began practicing Reform Judaism. Despite being legally accepted into the Thorson family (my grandparents on my mum‘s side), I didn‘t relocate until 1997.
I started taking photographs in 1995 when my dad gave me my first Polaroid camera. I‘ve been a vegetarian since age 3. No, really. In a 1993 interview (yes, I was interviewed at 8 years old, because I was a weird kid), I said — in my distinct Brummie accent — and I quote:
"I ain‘t keen on meat, don‘t like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it! I‘m a veggie for life, and I‘m well into me fruits too."
That‘s still true. I also love gluten-free, dairy-free, and vegan meals. I don‘t drink alcohol, beer, or do any drugs. And I don‘t eat people. (Cannibalism? No thanks, bab. I‘m Jewish AND vegetarian. That‘s a double no.)
I hold British, Swedish, and Israeli citizenships — three passports, one chaotic bisexual Jew. I never joined the IDF or the Swedish military. I remained a senior volunteer in the ACF and later in community photography programs.
I speak fluent Brummie (obviously), RP English (when I need to sound posh), Swedish (för att min mamma är svensk), Hebrew (אני יהודייה, אז כן), and Yiddish (אוי וויי, I save that for when I stub my toe). I also understand a fair bit of Scouse, Geordie, and Glaswegian from my travels photographing capoeiristas across the UK.
I love: LGBTQ+ everything, rock music, techno, IDM, British Army cadets, Star Trek, and Spawn/Todd McFarlane. I‘m also an avid capoeira enthusiast, a fashion nerd, a hipster (I was into vinyl before it was cool again), and a video game player. I‘ve photographed countless capoeiristas (capoeira masters), fashionistas, hipsters, and video game developers across the UK and Ireland. My photographs are frequently featured in my own diaries, as well as NME, The Face & i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, and Melody Maker.
My nicknames: Brummie Trixie (BT), Brummie Bea, or just Trixie.
Now. Let‘s talk about February 5, 1998.
THE LAS VEGAS STORY (Brummie accent, emotional, with a side of hummus):
In February 1998, my family dragged me to Las Vegas. I was 13, turning 14 the day before these photos were taken. We ended up at the Las Vegas Hilton, and my parents were like "Beatrice, there‘s a Star Trek thing here, do you want to take pictures?" And I said "I‘m more of a Todd McFarlane girl, actually. The HBO animated series? Won an Emmy in 1999. No? Fine, I‘ll bring my Canon PowerShot 350."
And that‘s when I met them.
The American siblings from San Francisco.
On the left: the older sister, 15, 5'7", hardcore Spawn fan. Dressed as Chapel — the bloke who murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. Holding a Spawn comic and a Spawn figurine, doing a capoeira kick in the middle of the Las Vegas Hilton. Because "most Brits do capoeira while traveling," apparently? I‘m British. I don‘t do capoeira. But she did. Glorious.
In the center: her sibling, 11, 5'0", nonbinary, Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform. In one photo, holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy. In the other, a mek'leth — a Klingon sword. Doing a peace pose like they just saved the Alpha Quadrant.
On the right (me): 5'3", holding my Canon PowerShot 350, documenting the whole thing. Jeans, t-shirt, no cosplay, just vibes. And a falafel wrap in my bag, probably.
The caption:
"Las Vegas, 1998. One sibling came for the Starfleet, the other for the Hellspawn. Both came correct. The Briton behind the lens just wanted them in focus before the slot machines ate her last quarter."
Another one:
"One wants to explore the Gamma Quadrant. The other wants to watch Al Simmons crawl out of Hell. Vegas, 1998 family vacations were never boring — especially when the 13-year-old British photographer is yelling 'Cheeky smile, you two!' in a Brummie accent mid-capoeira kick."
And that‘s the honest truth.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD (now with 40+ accents from all over the US and UK):
(This is a selection — the original thread had 27 accents; now we‘ve added Las Vegas, Utah, Arizona, and a whole host of British regional accents. Buckle up.)
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella shook):
hella obsessed with the fact that a 13-year-old British army cadet with a camera documented this. BEATRICE SAID "I WILL MAKE THIS THE MOST ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH OF THE 1990s" AND THEN SHE DID. no notes. perfect.
Also, she‘s been vegetarian since age 3??? And she has three passports??? And she speaks FIVE languages??? And she photographed capoeira masters???
I‘m not worthy.
@las-vegas-local-98 (Las Vegas accent, slightly slurred from cheap coffee):
As someone who grew up in Vegas in the 90s, I can tell you that the Hilton was THE spot. And seeing this photo — a Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira at Quark‘s bar — is the most Vegas thing I‘ve ever seen. Weirder things have happened here. But not by much.
Also, Beatrice, you‘re a legend. Next time you‘re in town, I‘ll buy you a falafel.
@salt-lake-geek (Utah accent, polite but curious):
Oh my heck. This is the most wonderful thing I‘ve ever seen on this website. A British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer documenting a Spawn x Star Trek crossover at the Las Vegas Hilton? And she‘s vegetarian? And she speaks Yiddish?
I‘m from Utah and I don‘t even know what to say. This is just… beautiful.
@phoenix-nerd-zone (Arizona accent, dry but friendly):
Hot damn. It was probably 70 degrees in Vegas that day (yes, February in the desert is weird). And this 13-year-old British kid is running around with a Canon PowerShot 350, yelling in Brummie, while a 15-year-old in a Chapel costume does capoeira.
I‘ve lived in Arizona my whole life and I‘ve never seen anything this cool. Respect.
@geordie-trekkie (Geordie, Newcastle):
Howay, man, this is canny brilliant! A Spawn fan doin‘ a capoeira kick and a Trekkie wi‘ a mek‘leth? And a Brummie lass takin‘ the photo? It‘s like the whole world came together in Las Vegas. Proper champion.
@scouse-spawn-head (Scouse, Liverpool):
Sound as a pound, la. This photo‘s boss. A 15-year-old girl dressed as Chapel — the fella who topped Al Simmons — doin‘ a capoeira kick in a Star Trek attraction? That‘s dead funny, that. And the little nonbinary Trekkie wi‘ the Picard toy? Class.
And Beatrice? You‘re a ledge. Three passports? Five languages? Veggie since you were three? You‘re boss, la.
@cockney-geek-lad (Cockney, London):
Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit? A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a Star Trek bar… it sounds like the start of a bad joke, but it‘s real life. And the fact that you‘re still mates 28 years later? That‘s well nice, that is.
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glaswegian, Scotland):
Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. This is pure dead brilliant, so it is. A wee Jewish lassie frae Birmingham, in the ACF, vegetarian, three passports, takin‘ the most iconic photo of the 90s. And now her niece is on Tumblr too? That‘s class. Absolute class.
@welsh-dragon-trek (Welsh, English with Cymraeg flair):
Shwmae! This photo is llongyfarchiadau (congratulations)-worthy. A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? A Brummie photographer with three passports and a love for fruit? It‘s like all my fandoms collided in Las Vegas. Bendigedig (brilliant).
@bristolian-capoeira (Bristolian):
Wasson, me‘ans? That‘s a gert lush photo. I do capoeira meself (well, I try), and seein‘ a 15-year-old in a Chapel costume pull off a kick like that? Proper job. And the little‘un wi‘ the mek‘leth? They look ready to fight a Jem‘Hadar. Love it.
@mancunian-nerd (Mancunian, Manchester):
Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that. I‘ve seen capoeira in Manchester‘s Northern Quarter, but never at a Star Trek attraction. And never photographed by a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian army cadet with three passports. This is the most chaotic good thing I‘ve ever witnessed.
@yorkshire-trek-mad (Yorkshire):
Aye, reet grand, this is. By eck, that Spawn lass can kick. And the nonbinary Trekkie wi‘ the mek‘leth? Proper little warrior, that one. And Beatrice — from Birmingham, now in Southend — you‘ve done us Brits proud. Cheers, love.
@norfolk-broads-boy (Norfolk):
How cool is that, then? Very cool. I grew up on the Broads, never saw anythin‘ like this. A Spawn cosplayer, a Starfleet officer, and a British photographer walk into a bar in Vegas… it‘s like a folk song, but queer and vegetarian. I‘m well impressed.
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornish):
Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A Canon PowerShot 350? And a vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens? That‘s a gert proper story, that is. I‘ll raise a pasty (vegan, of course) to you, Beatrice.
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country, West Midlands):
Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo. I‘m from the Black Country, not far from Birmingham, so I know a Brummie accent when I hear one. And Beatrice, you‘ve done the West Midlands proud. Three passports? Five languages? Veggie since you were three? That‘s champion.
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Smoggie, Teesside):
Cushdy, la — that‘s fuckin‘ mint. A 15-year-old lass dressed as Chapel, doin‘ a capoeira kick in Vegas? And a little‘un wi‘ a mek‘leth? And you, Beatrice, a 13-year-old Brummie photographer, captured it all. That‘s proper lush, that is. I‘m well jel.
@mackem-trek-nerd (Mackem, Sunderland):
Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter. I‘ve never seen a Spawn cosplayer at a Star Trek thing, but now I want to. And the fact that you‘re still friends with them 28 years later? That‘s canny. That‘s reet canny.
@pitmatic-lad (Pitmatic, Durham/Northumberland):
Divvn‘t be radgie, but that photo‘s champion. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A Brummie photographer with a Canon PowerShot 350? And a capoeira kick? It‘s like someone threw all my favourite things into a blender. I love it.
@scots-doric-doric (Doric, North East Scotland):
Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture. A wee lass frae Birmingham takin‘ photos of Americans in Las Vegas. And she‘s vegetarian, speaks five languages, has three passports, and her aunt was in the British Army in Israel in 1998? Fit like? This is pure dead brilliant, loon.
@ulster-queer-cadet (Ulster, Northern Irish):
Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is. A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Picard toy? And a Brummie photographer who‘s also in the ACF? That‘s the most international fandom crossover I‘ve ever seen. And your niece Libby is on Tumblr too? The Thorson family is iconic.
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man. That‘s a grand photo, that is. I‘ve been to Vegas once, saw a man in a Klingon costume at a slot machine. But this? This is art. And Beatrice, three passports? I‘ve only got one (Manx, but it‘s complicated). Respect.
@hiberno-queen (Hiberno English, Ireland):
Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is. A 15-year-old in a Chapel costume, kicking the air like she‘s in a capoeira roda. A 11-year-old in a Starfleet uniform, holdin‘ a mek‘leth like they‘re about to defend Deep Space Nine. And a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, yellin‘ "Cheeky smile!" in a Brummie accent.
Sure, that‘s gas. That‘s absolutely gas.
@dorset-drongo (Dorset):
Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this. A Spawn cosplayer, a Starfleet officer, and a British photographer walk into Quark‘s bar… it sounds like a joke my uncle would tell, but it‘s real. And it‘s beautiful.
@suffolk-puff (Suffolk):
That‘s a proper job, that is. I‘ve never seen anythin‘ like it. A 15-year-old lass dressed as a bloke who killed Al Simmons, doin‘ a capoeira kick in Las Vegas. And a little‘un holdin‘ a Klingon sword. And you, Beatrice, documenting it all. Proper job, indeed.
@kentish-queer (Kentish):
Gor blimey, that‘s a piece of cake, innit. A Spawn fan, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer. It‘s like a crossover episode I didn‘t know I needed. And the fact that you‘re vegetarian and in the ACF? Same, bab. Same.
@sussex-sunset (Sussex):
Ah, lovely jubbly. This photo is the most charming thing I‘ve seen all year. A 15-year-old in a Chapel costume doing capoeira? A 11-year-old nonbinary Trekkie with a mek‘leth? And a 13-year-old Brummie photographer with a Canon PowerShot 350? It‘s like a dream.
@somerset-cider-girl (Somerset):
Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty. I‘ve never been to Vegas, but now I want to go. A Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? And a British photographer who speaks five languages? That‘s proper Somerset-approved, that is.
@westcountry-wanderer (West Country generic):
G‘day (I‘m not Australian), that‘s a proper job, me‘ans. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A capoeira kick? A Canon PowerShot 350? And a vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens? This is the most West Country thing I‘ve ever seen, and it‘s set in Las Vegas.
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltarian English):
C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers! A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a bar in Las Vegas. It sounds like the start of a joke, but it‘s real. And it‘s iconic. And Beatrice, you‘re a legend. Cheers, bab.
🕺 CAPOEIRA CORNER (Beatrice‘s final rant, with contributions from the British Isles):
Right then. Last thing.
Capoeira.
I didn‘t know what it was in 1998. The Spawn sister tried to explain: "It‘s a martial art from Brazil. Enslaved people created it to disguise their fighting as dancing."
And I was 13, and I was British, and I said "that‘s mental" and then I took the photo.
Now I‘m 41. I‘ve photographed capoeiristas in Dublin, London, Manchester, Glasgow, and Bristol. I‘ve watched the berimbau. I‘ve seen the ginga. I‘ve seen people do moves that look physically impossible while smiling.
And I understand now.
Capoeira is about survival. It‘s about hiding your strength until you need it. It‘s about turning pain into rhythm.
That‘s what the Spawn sister was doing. She was in a Chapel costume — the man who murdered Al Simmons — but she was also doing a capoeira kick. She was turning something dark into something beautiful.
That‘s fandom. That‘s art. That‘s life.
So here‘s to capoeira. Here‘s to Spawn. Here‘s to Star Trek. Here‘s to 1998. Here‘s to three queer kids in Las Vegas who didn‘t know they were making history.
They just knew they were having fun.
And here‘s to fruit. Because I‘m well into me fruits.
Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.
📚 BEATRICE ON STAR TREK & SPAWN (RP English, slightly emotional, with a falafel in hand):
Star Trek gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household. Picard taught me that morality matters. Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good. Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising. DS9‘s "Rejoined" gave me a lesbian kiss on screen in 1995. I was 10. I didn‘t understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
Spawn gave me permission to be angry. Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice. The HBO series showed me that animation could be for adults. That darkness could be beautiful. That trauma could be transformed into power.
You need both. Hope and anger. Light and shadow. Starfleet and Hellspawn. And maybe a nice apple. I‘m well into me fruits, after all.
👨👩👧👦 FAMILY LEGACY (featuring Aunt Miriam and Niece Libby):
Some of you have asked about my family. So here‘s a quick rundown.
Aunt Miriam Thorson (born 10 March 1980) — my aunt, Libby‘s great-aunt. Decorated British Army servicewoman. Born in Tel Aviv, moved to London in 1982. Joined the ACF in 1988, then the Army in 1996. She was deployed to Israel in 1998 for the country‘s golden jubilee — 50 years of independence. She documented the whole thing on a Nikon FM2. Vegetarian, queer-friendly, absolute legend.
My niece Libby Thorson (born 7 January 2013, she/they) — queer, Jewish, nonbinary, vegetarian, ACF cadet since 2021. Homeschooled with AI. Tumblr influencer (@iamlibbythorson). Starred in a Vimto print ad. Has two pet rabbits: Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable. She‘s the one who digitised my 1998 negatives and posted them on Tumblr. If it weren‘t for her, none of you would know about the Spawn sister‘s capoeira kick.
Three generations. Queer. Jewish. Vegetarian. Army cadets. Photographers. All of us.
That‘s the Thorson-Kimmelman legacy.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS (100% LGBTQIA+ content, as promised):
I‘m a lesbian. I‘m bisexual. I‘m she/they. I‘m Jewish. I‘m a former army cadet. I‘m a street photographer. I‘m a Spawn fan. I‘m a Trekkie. I‘m vegetarian since age 3. I have three passports. I speak five languages. I photograph capoeiristas for fun. I‘m into fashion, hipsters, and video games. I don‘t drink, don‘t do drugs, and don‘t eat people.
And I was 5'3" and 13 years old in Las Vegas in 1998, documenting two American siblings — one 5'7" in a Chapel costume doing a capoeira kick, one 5'0" in a DS9 uniform doing a peace pose — at Star Trek: The Experience.
That photo exists because three queer kids from different parts of the world came together and made a memory.
And that memory has lasted 28 years.
So here‘s my advice:
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y‘ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I‘m serious.
P.P.S. Libby, send me those photos of Aunt Miriam. And tell Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable I said hi.
[FAREWELL IN 40+ ACCENTS — a selection]
"Bye, y‘all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I‘ll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya ‘round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin‘!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Viva Las Vegas, baby. Bye!" — Las Vegas
"So long from Utah!" — Utah
"See ya, Arizona!" — Arizona
"Right then. That‘s enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, Spawn is trauma in a cape, and fruit is life. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish vegetarian photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper, and eat an apple." — RP English (British)
"Howay, cheers, pet!" — Geordie
"Sound, la. Catch ya later." — Scouse
"Ta-ra, duck." — East Midlands
"See ya, me‘ans. Proper job." — Cornish / West Country
"Bye for now, babs." — Black Country
"Cheers, mate. Innit." — Cockney / MLE
"Pure dead brilliant. Bye!" — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, bye!" — Ulster
"Shwmae, hwyl fawr!" — Welsh
"Ah, bless. Good luck." — Hiberno
"Hej då, vi ses!" — Swedish
"להתראות, חברים" (Lehitraot, chaverim) — Hebrew
"אַ גוטען טאָג" (A gutn tog) — Yiddish
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian since 3 #im well into me fruits #no cannibalism #aunt miriam #libby.thorson.2013 #british regional accents #american regional accents #no crumbs left
[END OF THREAD]
once again...
brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE ULTIMATE DIRECTOR‘S CUT (with 87 accents, three generations, and a capoeira kick that broke Tumblr)
TITLE: Capoeira Kicks, Klingon Swords, and a Vegetarian Jewish Lesbian with Three Passports — How I Became the Accidental Archivist of the Most Iconic Vegas Moment of 1998 (Spawn x Star Trek) — now with 100% more British regional accents
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 3 #libby.thorson.2013 #auntie trixie #aunt miriam #no crumbs left
📸 FIRST: ME, AGE 12, 1997 (the origin story)
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands, looking slightly feral and ready to document everything]
that‘s me, bab. Birmingham, 1997. Already a menace. Already a lesbian. Already a vegetarian (since age 2 — yes, TWO). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker — gave me my first camera at 10. Blame him.
[ OPENING GREETINGS IN 40+ ACCENTS (US regional + UK regional + a few surprises) ]
AMERICAN REGIONAL:
"Hey y‘all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you‘re here!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid-Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Mornin‘, neighbor." — Ozark
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Hey there, neighbor." — Pacific Northwest
"HELLO THERE, FRIEND." — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"Aw, dawlin‘, look who‘s here." — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Welcome to Las Vegas, baby!" — Las Vegas
"What‘s cookin‘, Utah?" — Utah
"How‘s it goin‘, Arizona?" — Arizona
BRITISH & IRISH REGIONAL:
"Alright, my loves — it‘s me, Beatrice. And I‘m speaking Brummie now, so brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie (West Midlands)
"Good afternoon, everyone. I‘m Beatrice Thorson, and I‘ll be your queer Jewish photographer for this journey." — RP English (Posh)
"Wagwan, fam! Man‘s here for the Star Trek x Spawn crossover, you get me?" — Multicultural London English (MLE)
"Howay, mate, this photo‘s canny brilliant, like." — Geordie (Newcastle)
"Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit?" — Cockney (London)
"Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that." — Mancunian (Manchester)
"Aye, reet grand, this is." — Yorkshire
"G‘day, I‘m not Australian, I‘m from the West Country, me‘ans." — West Country (Somerset, Dorset)
"Sound as a pound, la." — Scouse (Liverpool)
"Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo." — Black Country (Dudley, Wolverhampton)
"Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. It‘s pure dead brilliant." — Glaswegian (Scotland)
"Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is." — Ulster (Northern Irish)
"Shwmae, popeth yn iawn? Llongyfarchiadau ar y llun!" — Welsh (Cymraeg-infused English)
"Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is." — Cornish
"Ah, ‘ark at ‘ee, that‘s a gert lush photo." — Bristolian
"How do, it‘s reet nice to see a Spawn fan in Las Vegas." — Lancashire
"Hey up, duck — that‘s a champion photo, that is." — East Midlands (Nottingham, Derby)
"Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture." — Doric (North East Scotland)
"Y‘alright, me old cock sparrow? Proper nostalgic, this." — Essex / Estuary English
"Cushdy, la — that‘s fuckin‘ mint." — Smoggie (Teesside)
"Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter." — Mackem (Sunderland)
"Divvn‘t be radgie, but that photo‘s champion." — Pitmatic (Durham/ Northumberland)
"Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man, but I‘ll speak English: that‘s grand!" — Manx (Isle of Man)
"Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is." — Hiberno (Irish, non-Ulster)
"Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this." — Dorset
"How cool is that, then? Very cool." — Norfolk (and Norfolk Broads)
"That‘s a proper job, that is." — Suffolk
"Gor blimey, that‘s a piece of cake, innit." — Kentish
"Ah, lovely jubbly." — Sussex
"Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty." — Somerset
"C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers!" — Gibraltarian (English)
AND FINALLY, BEATRICE‘S OTHER LANGUAGES:
"Hej, hej! Beatrice här. Jag gillar den här bilden." — Swedish
"שלום, אני בטריס. התמונה הזאת מדהימה." — Hebrew
"אוי וויי, אַזאַ שיינע פאָטאָ." — Yiddish
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY (Brummie + RP, plus a little Swedish and Yiddish for flavour):
Right then.
My name is Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (née Kimmelman). I was born 4 February 1985 to an Orthodox Ashkenazi Jewish family in Birmingham, UK. My birth mother, Karla Kimmelman (née Maukonen, born 1957), is a Swedish-born convert to Judaism — so I grew up with Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, and English in the house. My birth father, Thomas "Tommy" Kimmelman (born 1954), is an American-born Orthodox Jew who worked as a full-time photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused (DAZED), LIFE Magazine, Polyester, and Melody Maker. Basically, my dad was cooler than your dad. Sorry.
I joined the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in 1994 at 9 years old — yes, a tiny Jewish girl in uniform, learning how to do a proper field strip. I became a lesbian at 12 in 1997, right after my bat mitzvah (thanks, God, for the timing). That same year, I moved from Birmingham to Southend-on-Sea and began practicing Reform Judaism. Despite being legally accepted into the Thorson family (my grandparents on my mum‘s side), I didn‘t relocate until 1997.
I started taking photographs in 1995 when my dad gave me my first Polaroid camera. I‘ve been a vegetarian since age 2. No, really. In a 1993 interview with the Birmingham Mail (yes, I was interviewed at 8 years old, because I was a weird kid), I said — in my distinct Brummie accent — and I quote:
"I ain‘t keen on meat, don‘t like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it! I‘m a veggie for life, and I‘m well into me fruits too."
That‘s still true. I also love gluten-free, dairy-free, and vegan meals. I don‘t drink alcohol, beer, or do any drugs. And I don‘t eat people. (Cannibalism? No thanks, bab. I‘m Jewish AND vegetarian. That‘s a double no.)
I hold British, Swedish, and Israeli citizenships — three passports, one chaotic bisexual Jew. I never joined the IDF or the Swedish military. I remained a senior volunteer in the ACF and later in community photography programs.
I speak fluent Brummie (obviously), RP English (when I need to sound posh), Swedish (för att min mamma är svensk), Hebrew (אני יהודייה, אז כן), and Yiddish (אוי וויי, I save that for when I stub my toe). I also understand a fair bit of Scouse, Geordie, and Glaswegian from my travels photographing capoeiristas across the UK.
I love: LGBTQ+ everything, rock music, techno, IDM, British Army cadets, Star Trek, and Spawn/Todd McFarlane. I‘m also an avid capoeira enthusiast, a fashion nerd, a hipster (I was into vinyl before it was cool again), and a video game player. I‘ve photographed countless capoeiristas (capoeira masters), fashionistas, hipsters, and video game developers across the UK and Ireland. My photographs are frequently featured in my own diaries, as well as NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, and Melody Maker.
My nicknames: Brummie Trixie (BT), Brummie Bea, or just Trixie.
Now. Let‘s talk about February 5, 1998.
THE LAS VEGAS STORY (Brummie accent, emotional, with a side of hummus):
In February 1998, my family dragged me to Las Vegas. I was 13, turning 14 the day before these photos were taken. We ended up at the Las Vegas Hilton, and my parents were like "Beatrice, there‘s a Star Trek thing here, do you want to take pictures?" And I said "I‘m more of a Todd McFarlane girl, actually. The HBO animated series? Won an Emmy in 1999. No? Fine, I‘ll bring my Canon PowerShot 350."
And that‘s when I met them.
The American siblings from San Francisco.
On the left: the older sister, 15, 5'7", hardcore Spawn fan. Dressed as Chapel — the bloke who murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. Holding a Spawn comic and a Spawn figurine, doing a capoeira kick in the middle of the Las Vegas Hilton. Because "most Brits do capoeira while traveling," apparently? I‘m British. I don‘t do capoeira. But she did. Glorious.
In the center: her sibling, 11, 5'0", nonbinary, Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform. In one photo, holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy. In the other, a mek'leth — a Klingon sword. Doing a peace pose like they just saved the Alpha Quadrant.
On the right (me): 5'3", holding my Canon PowerShot 350, documenting the whole thing. Jeans, t-shirt, no cosplay, just vibes. And a falafel wrap in my bag, probably.
The caption:
"Las Vegas, 1998. One sibling came for the Starfleet, the other for the Hellspawn. Both came correct. The Briton behind the lens just wanted them in focus before the slot machines ate her last quarter."
Another one:
"One wants to explore the Gamma Quadrant. The other wants to watch Al Simmons crawl out of Hell. Vegas, 1998 family vacations were never boring — especially when the 13-year-old British photographer is yelling 'Cheeky smile, you two!' in a Brummie accent mid-capoeira kick."
And that‘s the honest truth.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD (now with 40+ accents from all over the US and UK):
(This is a selection — the original thread had 27 accents; now we‘ve added Las Vegas, Utah, Arizona, and a whole host of British regional accents. Buckle up.)
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella shook):
hella obsessed with the fact that a 13-year-old British army cadet with a camera documented this. BEATRICE SAID "I WILL MAKE THIS THE MOST ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH OF THE 1990s" AND THEN SHE DID. no notes. perfect.
Also, she‘s been vegetarian since age 2??? And she has three passports??? And she speaks FIVE languages??? And she photographed capoeira masters???
I‘m not worthy.
@las-vegas-local-98 (Las Vegas accent, slightly slurred from cheap coffee):
As someone who grew up in Vegas in the 90s, I can tell you that the Hilton was THE spot. And seeing this photo — a Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira at Quark‘s bar — is the most Vegas thing I‘ve ever seen. Weirder things have happened here. But not by much.
Also, Beatrice, you‘re a legend. Next time you‘re in town, I‘ll buy you a falafel.
@salt-lake-geek (Utah accent, polite but curious):
Oh my heck. This is the most wonderful thing I‘ve ever seen on this website. A British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer documenting a Spawn x Star Trek crossover at the Las Vegas Hilton? And she‘s vegetarian? And she speaks Yiddish?
I‘m from Utah and I don‘t even know what to say. This is just… beautiful.
@phoenix-nerd-zone (Arizona accent, dry but friendly):
Hot damn. It was probably 70 degrees in Vegas that day (yes, February in the desert is weird). And this 13-year-old British kid is running around with a Canon PowerShot 350, yelling in Brummie, while a 15-year-old in a Chapel costume does capoeira.
I‘ve lived in Arizona my whole life and I‘ve never seen anything this cool. Respect.
@geordie-trekkie (Geordie, Newcastle):
Howay, man, this is canny brilliant! A Spawn fan doin‘ a capoeira kick and a Trekkie wi‘ a mek‘leth? And a Brummie lass takin‘ the photo? It‘s like the whole world came together in Las Vegas. Proper champion.
@scouse-spawn-head (Scouse, Liverpool):
Sound as a pound, la. This photo‘s boss. A 15-year-old girl dressed as Chapel — the fella who topped Al Simmons — doin‘ a capoeira kick in a Star Trek attraction? That‘s dead funny, that. And the little nonbinary Trekkie wi‘ the Picard toy? Class.
And Beatrice? You‘re a ledge. Three passports? Five languages? Veggie since you were two? You‘re boss, la.
@cockney-geek-lad (Cockney, London):
Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit? A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a Star Trek bar… it sounds like the start of a bad joke, but it‘s real life. And the fact that you‘re still mates 28 years later? That‘s well nice, that is.
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glaswegian, Scotland):
Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. This is pure dead brilliant, so it is. A wee Jewish lassie frae Birmingham, in the ACF, vegetarian, three passports, takin‘ the most iconic photo of the 90s. And now her niece is on Tumblr too? That‘s class. Absolute class.
@welsh-dragon-trek (Welsh, English with Cymraeg flair):
Shwmae! This photo is llongyfarchiadau (congratulations)-worthy. A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? A Brummie photographer with three passports and a love for fruit? It‘s like all my fandoms collided in Las Vegas. Bendigedig (brilliant).
@bristolian-capoeira (Bristolian):
Wasson, me‘ans? That‘s a gert lush photo. I do capoeira meself (well, I try), and seein‘ a 15-year-old in a Chapel costume pull off a kick like that? Proper job. And the little‘un wi‘ the mek‘leth? They look ready to fight a Jem‘Hadar. Love it.
@mancunian-nerd (Mancunian, Manchester):
Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that. I‘ve seen capoeira in Manchester‘s Northern Quarter, but never at a Star Trek attraction. And never photographed by a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian army cadet with three passports. This is the most chaotic good thing I‘ve ever witnessed.
@yorkshire-trek-mad (Yorkshire):
Aye, reet grand, this is. By eck, that Spawn lass can kick. And the nonbinary Trekkie wi‘ the mek‘leth? Proper little warrior, that one. And Beatrice — from Birmingham, now in Southend — you‘ve done us Brits proud. Cheers, love.
@norfolk-broads-boy (Norfolk):
How cool is that, then? Very cool. I grew up on the Broads, never saw anythin‘ like this. A Spawn cosplayer, a Starfleet officer, and a British photographer walk into a bar in Vegas… it‘s like a folk song, but queer and vegetarian. I‘m well impressed.
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornish):
Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A Canon PowerShot 350? And a vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens? That‘s a gert proper story, that is. I‘ll raise a pasty (vegan, of course) to you, Beatrice.
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country, West Midlands):
Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo. I‘m from the Black Country, not far from Birmingham, so I know a Brummie accent when I hear one. And Beatrice, you‘ve done the West Midlands proud. Three passports? Five languages? Veggie since you were two? That‘s champion.
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Smoggie, Teesside):
Cushdy, la — that‘s fuckin‘ mint. A 15-year-old lass dressed as Chapel, doin‘ a capoeira kick in Vegas? And a little‘un wi‘ a mek‘leth? And you, Beatrice, a 13-year-old Brummie photographer, captured it all. That‘s proper lush, that is. I‘m well jel.
@mackem-trek-nerd (Mackem, Sunderland):
Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter. I‘ve never seen a Spawn cosplayer at a Star Trek thing, but now I want to. And the fact that you‘re still friends with them 28 years later? That‘s canny. That‘s reet canny.
@pitmatic-lad (Pitmatic, Durham/Northumberland):
Divvn‘t be radgie, but that photo‘s champion. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A Brummie photographer with a Canon PowerShot 350? And a capoeira kick? It‘s like someone threw all my favourite things into a blender. I love it.
@scots-doric-doric (Doric, North East Scotland):
Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture. A wee lass frae Birmingham takin‘ photos of Americans in Las Vegas. And she‘s vegetarian, speaks five languages, has three passports, and her aunt was in the British Army in Israel in 1998? Fit like? This is pure dead brilliant, loon.
@ulster-queer-cadet (Ulster, Northern Irish):
Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is. A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Picard toy? And a Brummie photographer who‘s also in the ACF? That‘s the most international fandom crossover I‘ve ever seen. And your niece Libby is on Tumblr too? The Thorson family is iconic.
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man. That‘s a grand photo, that is. I‘ve been to Vegas once, saw a man in a Klingon costume at a slot machine. But this? This is art. And Beatrice, three passports? I‘ve only got one (Manx, but it‘s complicated). Respect.
@hiberno-queen (Hiberno English, Ireland):
Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is. A 15-year-old in a Chapel costume, kicking the air like she‘s in a capoeira roda. A 11-year-old in a Starfleet uniform, holdin‘ a mek‘leth like they‘re about to defend Deep Space Nine. And a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, yellin‘ "Cheeky smile!" in a Brummie accent.
Sure, that‘s gas. That‘s absolutely gas.
@dorset-drongo (Dorset):
Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this. A Spawn cosplayer, a Starfleet officer, and a British photographer walk into Quark‘s bar… it sounds like a joke my uncle would tell, but it‘s real. And it‘s beautiful.
@suffolk-puff (Suffolk):
That‘s a proper job, that is. I‘ve never seen anythin‘ like it. A 15-year-old lass dressed as a bloke who killed Al Simmons, doin‘ a capoeira kick in Las Vegas. And a little‘un holdin‘ a Klingon sword. And you, Beatrice, documenting it all. Proper job, indeed.
@kentish-queer (Kentish):
Gor blimey, that‘s a piece of cake, innit. A Spawn fan, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer. It‘s like a crossover episode I didn‘t know I needed. And the fact that you‘re vegetarian and in the ACF? Same, bab. Same.
@sussex-sunset (Sussex):
Ah, lovely jubbly. This photo is the most charming thing I‘ve seen all year. A 15-year-old in a Chapel costume doing capoeira? A 11-year-old nonbinary Trekkie with a mek‘leth? And a 13-year-old Brummie photographer with a Canon PowerShot 350? It‘s like a dream.
@somerset-cider-girl (Somerset):
Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty. I‘ve never been to Vegas, but now I want to go. A Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? And a British photographer who speaks five languages? That‘s proper Somerset-approved, that is.
@westcountry-wanderer (West Country generic):
G‘day (I‘m not Australian), that‘s a proper job, me‘ans. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A capoeira kick? A Canon PowerShot 350? And a vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens? This is the most West Country thing I‘ve ever seen, and it‘s set in Las Vegas.
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltarian English):
C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers! A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a bar in Las Vegas. It sounds like the start of a joke, but it‘s real. And it‘s iconic. And Beatrice, you‘re a legend. Cheers, bab.
🕺 CAPOEIRA CORNER (Beatrice‘s final rant, with contributions from the British Isles):
Right then. Last thing.
Capoeira.
I didn‘t know what it was in 1998. The Spawn sister tried to explain: "It‘s a martial art from Brazil. Enslaved people created it to disguise their fighting as dancing."
And I was 13, and I was British, and I said "that‘s mental" and then I took the photo.
Now I‘m 41. I‘ve photographed capoeiristas in Dublin, London, Manchester, Glasgow, and Bristol. I‘ve watched the berimbau. I‘ve seen the ginga. I‘ve seen people do moves that look physically impossible while smiling.
And I understand now.
Capoeira is about survival. It‘s about hiding your strength until you need it. It‘s about turning pain into rhythm.
That‘s what the Spawn sister was doing. She was in a Chapel costume — the man who murdered Al Simmons — but she was also doing a capoeira kick. She was turning something dark into something beautiful.
That‘s fandom. That‘s art. That‘s life.
So here‘s to capoeira. Here‘s to Spawn. Here‘s to Star Trek. Here‘s to 1998. Here‘s to three queer kids in Las Vegas who didn‘t know they were making history.
They just knew they were having fun.
And here‘s to fruit. Because I‘m well into me fruits.
Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.
📚 BEATRICE ON STAR TREK & SPAWN (RP English, slightly emotional, with a falafel in hand):
Star Trek gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household. Picard taught me that morality matters. Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good. Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising. DS9‘s "Rejoined" gave me a lesbian kiss on screen in 1995. I was 10. I didn‘t understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
Spawn gave me permission to be angry. Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice. The HBO series showed me that animation could be for adults. That darkness could be beautiful. That trauma could be transformed into power.
You need both. Hope and anger. Light and shadow. Starfleet and Hellspawn. And maybe a nice apple. I‘m well into me fruits, after all.
👨👩👧👦 FAMILY LEGACY (featuring Aunt Miriam and Niece Libby):
Some of you have asked about my family. So here‘s a quick rundown.
Aunt Miriam Thorson (born 10 March 1980) — my aunt, Libby‘s great-aunt. Decorated British Army servicewoman. Born in Tel Aviv, moved to London in 1982. Joined the ACF in 1988, then the Army in 1996. She was deployed to Israel in 1998 for the country‘s golden jubilee — 50 years of independence. She documented the whole thing on a Nikon FM2. Vegetarian, queer-friendly, absolute legend.
My niece Libby Thorson (born 7 January 2013, she/they) — queer, Jewish, nonbinary, vegetarian, ACF cadet since 2021. Homeschooled with AI. Tumblr influencer (@iamlibbythorson). Starred in a Vimto print ad. Has two pet rabbits: Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable. She‘s the one who digitised my 1998 negatives and posted them on Tumblr. If it weren‘t for her, none of you would know about the Spawn sister‘s capoeira kick.
Three generations. Queer. Jewish. Vegetarian. Army cadets. Photographers. All of us.
That‘s the Thorson-Kimmelman legacy.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS (100% LGBTQIA+ content, as promised):
I‘m a lesbian. I‘m bisexual. I‘m she/they. I‘m Jewish. I‘m a former army cadet. I‘m a street photographer. I‘m a Spawn fan. I‘m a Trekkie. I‘m vegetarian since age 2. I have three passports. I speak five languages. I photograph capoeiristas for fun. I‘m into fashion, hipsters, and video games. I don‘t drink, don‘t do drugs, and don‘t eat people.
And I was 5'3" and 13 years old in Las Vegas in 1998, documenting two American siblings — one 5'7" in a Chapel costume doing a capoeira kick, one 5'0" in a DS9 uniform doing a peace pose — at Star Trek: The Experience.
That photo exists because three queer kids from different parts of the world came together and made a memory.
And that memory has lasted 28 years.
So here‘s my advice:
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y‘ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I‘m serious.
P.P.S. Libby, send me those photos of Aunt Miriam. And tell Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable I said hi.
[FAREWELL IN 40+ ACCENTS — a selection]
"Bye, y‘all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I‘ll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya ‘round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin‘!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Viva Las Vegas, baby. Bye!" — Las Vegas
"So long from Utah!" — Utah
"See ya, Arizona!" — Arizona
"Right then. That‘s enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, Spawn is trauma in a cape, and fruit is life. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish vegetarian photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper, and eat an apple." — RP English (British)
"Howay, cheers, pet!" — Geordie
"Sound, la. Catch ya later." — Scouse
"Ta-ra, duck." — East Midlands
"See ya, me‘ans. Proper job." — Cornish / West Country
"Bye for now, babs." — Black Country
"Cheers, mate. Innit." — Cockney / MLE
"Pure dead brilliant. Bye!" — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, bye!" — Ulster
"Shwmae, hwyl fawr!" — Welsh
"Ah, bless. Good luck." — Hiberno
"Hej då, vi ses!" — Swedish
"להתראות, חברים" (Lehitraot, chaverim) — Hebrew
"אַ גוטען טאָג" (A gutn tog) — Yiddish
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian since 2 #im well into me fruits #no cannibalism #aunt miriam #libby.thorson.2013 #british regional accents #american regional accents #no crumbs left
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brummie-bea · 2/5/26 — THE COMPLETE VEGAS 98 DIRECTOR‘S CUT
TITLE: Capoeira Kicks, Klingon Swords, and a 13th Birthday That Changed Everything (Spawn x Star Trek)
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 2 #libby.thorson.2013 #auntie trixie #aunt miriam #vegastrip #mccarran #harryreid #no crumbs left
📸 FIRST: ME, AGE 12, 1997 (the origin story)
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands, looking slightly feral and ready to document everything]
that‘s me, bab. Birmingham, 1997. Already a menace. Already a lesbian. Already a vegetarian (since age 2 — yes, TWO). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, AnOther, Dazed & Confused, LIFE Magazine, Polyester, Melody Maker — gave me my first camera at 10. Blame him.
[ OPENING GREETINGS IN 40+ ACCENTS ]
AMERICAN REGIONAL:
"Hey y‘all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you‘re here!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid-Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Mornin‘, neighbor." — Ozark
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Hey there, neighbor." — Pacific Northwest
"HELLO THERE, FRIEND." — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"Aw, dawlin‘, look who‘s here." — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Welcome to Las Vegas, baby!" — Las Vegas
"What‘s cookin‘, Utah?" — Utah
"How‘s it goin‘, Arizona?" — Arizona
BRITISH & IRISH REGIONAL:
"Alright, my loves — it‘s me, Beatrice. And I‘m speaking Brummie now, so brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie (West Midlands)
"Good afternoon, everyone. I‘m Beatrice Thorson, and I‘ll be your queer Jewish photographer for this journey." — RP English (Posh)
"Wagwan, fam! Man‘s here for the Star Trek x Spawn crossover, you get me?" — Multicultural London English (MLE)
"Howay, mate, this photo‘s canny brilliant, like." — Geordie (Newcastle)
"Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit?" — Cockney (London)
"Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that." — Mancunian (Manchester)
"Aye, reet grand, this is." — Yorkshire
"G‘day, I‘m not Australian, I‘m from the West Country, me‘ans." — West Country (Somerset, Dorset)
"Sound as a pound, la." — Scouse (Liverpool)
"Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo." — Black Country (Dudley, Wolverhampton)
"Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. It‘s pure dead brilliant." — Glaswegian (Scotland)
"Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is." — Ulster (Northern Irish)
"Shwmae, popeth yn iawn? Llongyfarchiadau ar y llun!" — Welsh (Cymraeg-infused English)
"Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is." — Cornish
"Ah, ‘ark at ‘ee, that‘s a gert lush photo." — Bristolian
"How do, it‘s reet nice to see a Spawn fan in Las Vegas." — Lancashire
"Hey up, duck — that‘s a champion photo, that is." — East Midlands (Nottingham, Derby)
"Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture." — Doric (North East Scotland)
"Y‘alright, me old cock sparrow? Proper nostalgic, this." — Essex / Estuary English
"Cushdy, la — that‘s fuckin‘ mint." — Smoggie (Teesside)
"Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter." — Mackem (Sunderland)
"Divvn‘t be radgie, but that photo‘s champion." — Pitmatic (Durham/Northumberland)
"Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man, but I‘ll speak English: that‘s grand!" — Manx (Isle of Man)
"Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is." — Hiberno (Irish, non-Ulster)
"Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this." — Dorset
"How cool is that, then? Very cool." — Norfolk (and Norfolk Broads)
"That‘s a proper job, that is." — Suffolk
"Gor blimey, that‘s a piece of cake, innit." — Kentish
"Ah, lovely jubbly." — Sussex
"Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty." — Somerset
"C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers!" — Gibraltarian (English)
AND FINALLY, BEATRICE‘S OTHER LANGUAGES:
"Hej, hej! Beatrice här. Jag gillar den här bilden." — Swedish
"שלום, אני בטריס. התמונה הזאת מדהימה." — Hebrew
"אוי וויי, אַזאַ שיינע פאָטאָ." — Yiddish
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY — PART ONE: MY 13TH BIRTHDAY (Brummie + RP, with a side of falafel)
Right then. Let me take you back to 4 February 1998. My 13th birthday.
At 09:30 GMT, I celebrated at Mildred‘s restaurant in Soho, London — a proper vegetarian spot, kosher-friendly, the kind of place where you can get a decent falafel and nobody asks why you‘re not eating meat. I was with my British colleagues from Birmingham, London, and Southend-on-Sea — mostly cadets from the Army Cadet Force, Sea Cadets, and Royal Marines Cadets. We‘d just finished a training weekend, and they insisted on throwing me a birthday meal before I flew off to America.
I remember the spread: halloumi burgers, sweet potato fries, a massive salad, and a vegan chocolate cake that my friend Jess brought from a bakery in Camden. I was wearing my favourite army cadet hoodie (grey, slightly too big, smelled like the range). I had a Polaroid camera around my neck — a gift from my dad, Tommy, the year before — and I documented every single person at that table.
I still have those photos. They‘re in a box under my bed. Everyone looks so young. So happy. So unaware that in three hours, we‘d be on a plane to Las Vegas.
Three hours after the party ended, we booked flights with British Airways and a "luxe hotel room" at the Las Vegas Hilton (now called the Westgate). We arrived at McCarran International Airport at 14:00 Pacific Time on the same day — 4 February 1998.
Here‘s something you might not know about that airport. It was named after Pat McCarran, a U.S. Senator from Nevada who died in 1954. And McCarran? He was a racist, xenophobic, and antisemitic piece of work. He blocked Jewish refugees from entering the U.S. after the Holocaust. He made anti‑Semitic remarks about President Roosevelt‘s Jewish judicial nominees. He co‑authored the McCarran‑Walter Act of 1952, which discriminated against immigrants from Asia and Eastern Europe. As UNLV history professor Michael Green put it: “In his mind, Jews and communists were equated.”
My dad told me all this when I was 12. I remember sitting in his darkroom in Birmingham, watching him develop film, and him saying: “Trixie, that airport is named after a man who would have wanted nothing to do with us. Remember that.”
So when I landed at McCarran International Airport on my 13th birthday, I felt a weird mix of excitement and anger. Excitement because Vegas. Anger because history.
(For the record: the airport was renamed Harry Reid International Airport in 2021. Good riddance.)
Anyway.
We checked into the Hilton. I fell asleep watching TNG reruns on the hotel TV. Woke up the next morning — 5 February 1998 — and walked outside to find…
The American siblings from San Francisco.
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY — PART TWO: THE AMERICAN SIBLINGS (Brummie accent, emotional, with a side of hummus)
On the morning of 5 February 1998, I walked out of the Las Vegas Hilton and saw two kids who looked like they‘d stepped out of my dreams.
On the left: a 15‑year‑old girl, 5'7", lesbian, hardcore Spawn fan. Dressed as Chapel — yes, CHAPEL, the bloke who murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. She was wearing a red‑and‑black tactical jacket, cargo trousers, and boots. She was holding a Spawn comic and a Spawn figurine (the 1994 McFarlane Toys one — iconic). And she was doing a capoeira kick. Just… casually. In front of Quark‘s bar.
I later learned she‘d bought both comics — issue #1 from 1992 and issue #8 from 1993 — at a thrift shop in Oakland in 1995. The figurine came from the same shop. She‘d been practicing capoeira in her living room for two years, waiting for the perfect moment.
This was the perfect moment.
In the center: her sibling, 11 years old, nonbinary, 5'0", Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform from the First Contact/DS9 era. In one photo, they‘re holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy they‘d bought at a thrift shop in Oakland in 1994. In the other, they‘ve switched to a mek'leth — a Klingon sword — which they‘d bought at the Star Trek: The Experience gift shop (saved their allowance for three months). They‘re doing a peace pose like they just negotiated a ceasefire between the Dominion and the Federation.
I learned their backstories later that day, over plates of fries at the Hilton‘s café. The 15‑year‑old — I called her “SF Spawn Girl” in my notes — told me about Todd McFarlane‘s art style, how it influenced her own drawing, how she‘d watched the HBO animated series on bootleg VHS (same as me!). The 11‑year‑old — I called them “Mini San‑Fran‑Sisko Kid” (a reference to both San Francisco and Deep Space Nine‘s Captain Sisko) — told me about every single episode of DS9, ranked by emotional impact.
They were funny. They were kind. They were real.
And I, a 13‑year‑old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer, pulled out my Canon PowerShot 350 and said: “Cheeky smile, you two!” in my thickest Brummie accent.
They posed. I clicked.
And history was made.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD (40+ accents, one chaotic timeline)
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella shook):
hella obsessed with the fact that a 13-year-old British army cadet with a camera documented this on her birthday. BEATRICE SAID "I WILL MAKE THIS THE MOST ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH OF THE 1990s" AND THEN SHE DID. no notes. perfect.
Also, the airport history lesson? I didn‘t know McCarran was that awful. Thank you for telling us, Trixie.
@las-vegas-local-98 (Las Vegas accent, slightly slurred from cheap coffee):
As someone who grew up in Vegas in the 90s, I can tell you that the Hilton was THE spot. And seeing this photo — a Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira at Quark‘s bar — is the most Vegas thing I‘ve ever seen. Weirder things have happened here. But not by much.
Also, the McCarran stuff is real. I remember my dad talking about it. Glad they changed the name. Harry Reid wasn‘t perfect, but at least he wasn‘t a racist antisemite.
@salt-lake-geek (Utah accent, polite but curious):
Oh my heck. This is the most wonderful thing I‘ve ever seen on this website. A British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer documenting a Spawn x Star Trek crossover at the Las Vegas Hilton? And she‘s vegetarian? And she speaks Yiddish?
And she celebrated her 13th birthday at Mildred‘s in Soho? I‘ve been there! The halloumi burgers are amazing.
@phoenix-nerd-zone (Arizona accent, dry but friendly):
Hot damn. It was probably 70 degrees in Vegas that day (yes, February in the desert is weird). And this 13-year-old British kid is running around with a Canon PowerShot 350, yelling in Brummie, while a 15-year-old in a Chapel costume does capoeira.
I‘ve lived in Arizona my whole life and I‘ve never seen anything this cool. Respect.
Also, thanks for the airport history lesson. I had no idea.
@geordie-trekkie (Geordie, Newcastle):
Howay, man, this is canny brilliant! A Spawn fan doin‘ a capoeira kick and a Trekkie wi‘ a mek‘leth? And a Brummie lass takin‘ the photo? It‘s like the whole world came together in Las Vegas. Proper champion.
And your 13th birthday party at Mildred‘s? That‘s the most British thing I‘ve ever heard. I love it.
@scouse-spawn-head (Scouse, Liverpool):
Sound as a pound, la. This photo‘s boss. A 15-year-old girl dressed as Chapel — the fella who topped Al Simmons — doin‘ a capoeira kick in a Star Trek attraction? That‘s dead funny, that. And the little nonbinary Trekkie wi‘ the Picard toy? Class.
And Beatrice? You‘re a ledge. Three passports? Five languages? Veggie since you were two? Celebrated your 13th at Mildred‘s? Flew to Vegas on your birthday? Photographed this masterpiece? You‘re boss, la.
@cockney-geek-lad (Cockney, London):
Cor blimey, that‘s a proper photo, innit. A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a Star Trek bar… it sounds like the start of a bad joke, but it‘s real life. And the fact that you‘re still mates 28 years later? That‘s well nice, that is.
Also, Mildred‘s in Soho is well good. I go there all the time. Best vegan cake in London.
@glaswegian-queer-cadet (Glaswegian, Scotland):
Gonnae no dae that? Actually, dae it. This is pure dead brilliant, so it is. A wee Jewish lassie frae Birmingham, in the ACF, vegetarian, three passports, takin‘ the most iconic photo of the 90s. And now her niece is on Tumblr too? That‘s class. Absolute class.
And the McCarran history? Thank you for teaching us. We need to know this stuff.
@welsh-dragon-trek (Welsh, English with Cymraeg flair):
Shwmae! This photo is llongyfarchiadau (congratulations)-worthy. A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? A Brummie photographer with three passports and a love for fruit? It‘s like all my fandoms collided in Las Vegas. Bendigedig (brilliant).
And your 13th birthday at Mildred‘s? I‘ve been to the one in Manchester. The sweet potato fries are lush.
@bristolian-capoeira (Bristolian):
Wasson, me‘ans? That‘s a gert lush photo. I do capoeira meself (well, I try), and seein‘ a 15-year-old in a Chapel costume pull off a kick like that? Proper job. And the little‘un wi‘ the mek‘leth? They look ready to fight a Jem‘Hadar. Love it.
Also, Mildred‘s? I went there once. The halloumi burger changed my life.
@mancunian-nerd (Mancunian, Manchester):
Yer gorra be jokin‘, that capoeira kick‘s mint, that. I‘ve seen capoeira in Manchester‘s Northern Quarter, but never at a Star Trek attraction. And never photographed by a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian army cadet with three passports. This is the most chaotic good thing I‘ve ever witnessed.
Also, happy belated 13th birthday, Beatrice. You‘re 41 now, but that‘s still a good story.
@yorkshire-trek-mad (Yorkshire):
Aye, reet grand, this is. By eck, that Spawn lass can kick. And the nonbinary Trekkie wi‘ the mek‘leth? Proper little warrior, that one. And Beatrice — from Birmingham, now in Southend — you‘ve done us Brits proud. Cheers, love.
And the airport history? I‘m from Yorkshire, we‘ve got our own statues of awful people. Glad you‘re telling the truth about McCarran.
@norfolk-broads-boy (Norfolk):
How cool is that, then? Very cool. I grew up on the Broads, never saw anythin‘ like this. A Spawn cosplayer, a Starfleet officer, and a British photographer walk into a bar in Vegas… it‘s like a folk song, but queer and vegetarian. I‘m well impressed.
And Mildred‘s? I‘ve never been, but now I want to go.
@cornish-pasty-geek (Cornish):
Wasson, me‘ans? Proper job, this is. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A Canon PowerShot 350? And a vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens? That‘s a gert proper story, that is. I‘ll raise a pasty (vegan, of course) to you, Beatrice.
And the airport renaming? Good. McCarran‘s name deserved to be taken down.
@black-country-brummie-ally (Black Country, West Midlands):
Yam alright, bab? That‘s a boss photo. I‘m from the Black Country, not far from Birmingham, so I know a Brummie accent when I hear one. And Beatrice, you‘ve done the West Midlands proud. Three passports? Five languages? Veggie since you were two? Celebrated your 13th at Mildred‘s? Flew to Vegas? Photographed this? That‘s champion.
@smoggie-spawn-fan (Smoggie, Teesside):
Cushdy, la — that‘s fuckin‘ mint. A 15-year-old lass dressed as Chapel, doin‘ a capoeira kick in Vegas? And a little‘un wi‘ a mek‘leth? And you, Beatrice, a 13-year-old Brummie photographer, captured it all. That‘s proper lush, that is. I‘m well jel.
Also, the McCarran stuff is dark. Thanks for sharing it.
@mackem-trek-nerd (Mackem, Sunderland):
Wey aye, man, that‘s a belter. I‘ve never seen a Spawn cosplayer at a Star Trek thing, but now I want to. And the fact that you‘re still friends with them 28 years later? That‘s canny. That‘s reet canny.
@pitmatic-lad (Pitmatic, Durham/Northumberland):
Divvn‘t be radgie, but that photo‘s champion. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A Brummie photographer with a Canon PowerShot 350? And a capoeira kick? It‘s like someone threw all my favourite things into a blender. I love it.
@scots-doric-doric (Doric, North East Scotland):
Are ye afcøre? That‘s a braw picture. A wee lass frae Birmingham takin‘ photos of Americans in Las Vegas. And she‘s vegetarian, speaks five languages, has three passports, and her aunt was in the British Army in Israel in 1998? Fit like? This is pure dead brilliant, loon.
@ulster-queer-cadet (Ulster, Northern Irish):
Bout ye, big lad? Cracker of a photo, so it is. A Spawn fan doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Picard toy? And a Brummie photographer who‘s also in the ACF? That‘s the most international fandom crossover I‘ve ever seen. And your niece Libby is on Tumblr too? The Thorson family is iconic.
@manx-marauder (Isle of Man):
Oooh, ‘allo from the Isle of Man. That‘s a grand photo, that is. I‘ve been to Vegas once, saw a man in a Klingon costume at a slot machine. But this? This is art. And Beatrice, three passports? I‘ve only got one (Manx, but it‘s complicated). Respect.
@hiberno-queen (Hiberno English, Ireland):
Ah, that‘s a rare oul‘ photograph, so it is. A 15-year-old in a Chapel costume, kicking the air like she‘s in a capoeira roda. A 11-year-old in a Starfleet uniform, holdin‘ a mek‘leth like they‘re about to defend Deep Space Nine. And a 13-year-old Brummie lesbian with a camera, yellin‘ "Cheeky smile!" in a Brummie accent.
Sure, that‘s gas. That‘s absolutely gas.
@dorset-drongo (Dorset):
Be yew‘ll ‘ave a gert time lookin‘ at this. A Spawn cosplayer, a Starfleet officer, and a British photographer walk into Quark‘s bar… it sounds like a joke my uncle would tell, but it‘s real. And it‘s beautiful.
@suffolk-puff (Suffolk):
That‘s a proper job, that is. I‘ve never seen anythin‘ like it. A 15-year-old lass dressed as a bloke who killed Al Simmons, doin‘ a capoeira kick in Las Vegas. And a little‘un holdin‘ a Klingon sword. And you, Beatrice, documenting it all. Proper job, indeed.
@kentish-queer (Kentish):
Gor blimey, that‘s a piece of cake, innit. A Spawn fan, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer. It‘s like a crossover episode I didn‘t know I needed. And the fact that you‘re vegetarian and in the ACF? Same, bab. Same.
@sussex-sunset (Sussex):
Ah, lovely jubbly. This photo is the most charming thing I‘ve seen all year. A 15-year-old in a Chapel costume doing capoeira? A 11-year-old nonbinary Trekkie with a mek‘leth? And a 13-year-old Brummie photographer with a Canon PowerShot 350? It‘s like a dream.
@somerset-cider-girl (Somerset):
Ooh arr, that‘s a beauty. I‘ve never been to Vegas, but now I want to go. A Spawn cosplayer doing capoeira? A Trekkie with a Klingon sword? And a British photographer who speaks five languages? That‘s proper Somerset-approved, that is.
@westcountry-wanderer (West Country generic):
G‘day (I‘m not Australian), that‘s a proper job, me‘ans. A Chapel costume? A DS9 uniform? A capoeira kick? A Canon PowerShot 350? And a vegetarian Jewish lesbian behind the lens? This is the most West Country thing I‘ve ever seen, and it‘s set in Las Vegas.
@gibraltar-geek (Gibraltarian English):
C‘est très bien, mais je parle anglais: that‘s from Gibraltar, cheers! A Spawn cosplayer, a Trekkie, and a Brummie photographer walk into a bar in Las Vegas. It sounds like the start of a joke, but it‘s real. And it‘s iconic. And Beatrice, you‘re a legend. Cheers, bab.
🕺 CAPOEIRA CORNER (Beatrice‘s final rant, with contributions from the British Isles):
Right then. Last thing.
Capoeira.
I didn‘t know what it was in 1998. The Spawn sister — my SF Spawn Girl — tried to explain: "It‘s a martial art from Brazil. Enslaved people created it to disguise their fighting as dancing."
And I was 13, and I was British, and I said "that‘s mental" and then I took the photo.
Now I‘m 41. I‘ve photographed capoeiristas in Dublin, London, Manchester, Glasgow, and Bristol. I‘ve watched the berimbau. I‘ve seen the ginga. I‘ve seen people do moves that look physically impossible while smiling.
And I understand now.
Capoeira is about survival. It‘s about hiding your strength until you need it. It‘s about turning pain into rhythm.
That‘s what my SF Spawn Girl was doing. She was in a Chapel costume — the man who murdered Al Simmons — but she was also doing a capoeira kick. She was turning something dark into something beautiful.
That‘s fandom. That‘s art. That‘s life.
So here‘s to capoeira. Here‘s to Spawn. Here‘s to Star Trek. Here‘s to 1998. Here‘s to three queer kids in Las Vegas who didn‘t know they were making history.
They just knew they were having fun.
And here‘s to fruit. Because I‘m well into me fruits.
Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.
📚 BEATRICE ON STAR TREK & SPAWN (RP English, slightly emotional, with a falafel in hand):
Star Trek gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household. Picard taught me that morality matters. Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good. Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising. DS9‘s "Rejoined" gave me a lesbian kiss on screen in 1995. I was 10. I didn‘t understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
Spawn gave me permission to be angry. Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice. The HBO series showed me that animation could be for adults. That darkness could be beautiful. That trauma could be transformed into power.
I remember watching the Spawn HBO series on a bootleg VHS that my cousin sent from America. The quality was terrible. The tracking was off. The audio was muffled. And I didn‘t care. Because it was SPAWN.
Star Trek gave me hope. Spawn gave me permission to be angry. You need both.
👨👩👧👦 FAMILY LEGACY (featuring Aunt Miriam and Niece Libby):
Some of you have asked about my family. So here‘s a quick rundown.
Aunt Miriam Thorson (born 10 March 1980) — my aunt, Libby‘s great-aunt. Decorated British Army servicewoman. Born in Tel Aviv, moved to London in 1982. Joined the ACF in 1988, then the Army in 1996. She was deployed to Israel in 1998 for the country‘s golden jubilee — 50 years of independence. She documented the whole thing on a Nikon FM2. Vegetarian, queer-friendly, absolute legend. (Libby‘s got the photos on her Tumblr.)
My niece Libby Thorson (born 7 January 2013, she/they) — queer, Jewish, nonbinary, vegetarian, ACF cadet since 2021. Homeschooled with AI. Tumblr influencer (@iamlibbythorson). Starred in a Vimto print ad. Has two pet rabbits: Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable. She‘s the one who digitised my 1998 negatives and posted them on Tumblr. If it weren‘t for her, none of you would know about the Spawn sister‘s capoeira kick.
Three generations. Queer. Jewish. Vegetarian. Army cadets. Photographers. All of us.
That‘s the Thorson-Kimmelman legacy.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS (100% LGBTQIA+ content, as promised):
I‘m a lesbian. I‘m bisexual. I‘m she/they. I‘m Jewish. I‘m a former army cadet. I‘m a street photographer. I‘m a Spawn fan. I‘m a Trekkie. I‘m vegetarian since age 2. I have three passports. I speak five languages. I photograph capoeiristas for fun. I‘m into fashion, hipsters, and video games. I don‘t drink, don‘t do drugs, and don‘t eat people.
And I was 5'3" and 13 years old in Las Vegas in 1998, documenting two American siblings — one 5'7" in a Chapel costume doing a capoeira kick, one 5'0" in a DS9 uniform doing a peace pose — at Star Trek: The Experience.
That photo exists because three queer kids from different parts of the world came together and made a memory.
And that memory has lasted 28 years.
I can confirm that I did, in fact, spend my 13th birthday week in Las Vegas taking photos of two American siblings cosplaying as Spawn and Starfleet while I was supposed to be doing cadet drills in my head. My parents were thrilled.
Also, for the record: I am still a lesbian. I am still bisexual. I am still she/they. I am still Jewish. I am still a photographer. I am still obsessed with Todd McFarlane‘s Spawn (the HBO series won an Emmy in 1999, thank you very much). And I am STILL a Trekkie.
You can be both. The siblings taught me that.
I can confirm that the mek‘leth was purchased at the Star Trek: The Experience gift shop. The Trekkie sibling saved up their allowance for three months to buy it. They slept with it under their pillow that night. I know this because I shared a hotel room with them. I woke up at 3 AM to find them holding it while watching TNG reruns on the hotel TV. Kids are weird. I love them.
Bab, I still HAVE the Canon PowerShot 350. It‘s in a box under my bed. It still works. The photos from 1998 are still on the original film — I got them digitized in 2015. The camera is older than some of the people reading this post. And it‘s still kickin‘. Like capoeira. Like Spawn. Like Star Trek. Some things don‘t die. They just evolve.
So here‘s my advice:
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y‘ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I‘m serious.
P.P.S. Libby, send me those photos of Aunt Miriam. And tell Stevie Nicks and Silver Sable I said hi.
P.P.P.S. The Canon PowerShot 350 is currently sitting on my desk as I type this. It still works. I‘m not joking.
[FAREWELL IN 40+ ACCENTS — a selection]
"Bye, y‘all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I‘ll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya ‘round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin‘!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Viva Las Vegas, baby. Bye!" — Las Vegas
"So long from Utah!" — Utah
"See ya, Arizona!" — Arizona
"Right then. That‘s enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, Spawn is trauma in a cape, and fruit is life. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish vegetarian photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper, and eat an apple." — RP English (British)
"Howay, cheers, pet!" — Geordie
"Sound, la. Catch ya later." — Scouse
"Ta-ra, duck." — East Midlands
"See ya, me‘ans. Proper job." — Cornish / West Country
"Bye for now, babs." — Black Country
"Cheers, mate. Innit." — Cockney / MLE
"Pure dead brilliant. Bye!" — Glaswegian
"Bout ye, bye!" — Ulster
"Shwmae, hwyl fawr!" — Welsh
"Ah, bless. Good luck." — Hiberno
"Hej då, vi ses!" — Swedish
"להתראות, חברים" (Lehitraot, chaverim) — Hebrew
"אַ גוטען טאָג" (A gutn tog) — Yiddish
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian since 2 #im well into me fruits #no cannibalism #aunt miriam #libby.thorson.2013 #british regional accents #american regional accents #harryreidairport #mccarranhistory #vegashistory #mildredssoho #acf #armycadets #no crumbs left
FIRST, A FLASHBACK: ME, AGE 12, 1997 (by Beatrice Thorson)
that's me, bab. already plotting. already scheming. already ready for vegas. that's me, bab. Birmingham, 1997. Already a menace. Already a lesbian. Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused, Melody Maker — gave me my first camera at 10. Blame him.
"Alright, my loves — it's me, Beatrice. And I'm speaking Brummie now, so brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie (British)
"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Beatrice Thorson, and I'll be your queer Jewish photographer for this journey." — RP English (British)
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY (Brummie accent + RP English, because I'm fancy like that):
Right then.
My name is Beatrice Thorson, but you can call me Trixie. I'm 13 years old in these photos — born 4 February 1985, proper Aquarius energy, turning 14 the day before these were taken. I am a lesbian, bisexual, she/they from Birmingham, England, now living in Southend-on-Sea. I'm Orthodox Ashkenazi by birth, but after my bat mitzvah at 12, I started practicing Reform Judaism when my family moved down to Essex. I joined the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in 1994 — yes, at 9 years old, I was a tiny Jewish lesbian in a uniform, learning how to do a proper field strip. Don't ask. It's a long story.
Anyway.
In February 1998, my family dragged me to Las Vegas. The same week I turned 13, we ended up at the Las Vegas Hilton, and my parents were like "Beatrice, there's a Star Trek thing here, do you want to take pictures?" And I said "I'm more of a Todd McFarlane girl, actually. The HBO animated series? Won an Emmy in 1999. No? Fine, I'll bring my camera."
And that's when I met them.
The American siblings from San Francisco.
On the left: the older sister, 15, 5'7", hardcore Spawn fan. She's dressed as Chapel — yes, CHAPEL, the bloke who murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. She's wearing the red-and-black tactical gear, holding a Spawn comic and a Spawn figurine, and she's doing a capoeira kick in the middle of the Las Vegas Hilton. Because "most Brits do capoeira while traveling," apparently? I'm British. I don't do capoeira. But she did. And it was glorious.
In the center: her sibling, 11, 5'0", nonbinary, Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform from the First Contact/DS9 era. In one photo, they're holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy. In the other, they've switched to a mek'leth — a Klingon sword. They're doing a peace pose like they just stepped off the USS Defiant after a successful mission.
And then there's me. On the right. 5'3", holding my Canon PowerShot 350, documenting the whole thing like the street photographer I was training to be. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, no cosplay, just vibes.
The caption on the photo says:
"Las Vegas, 1998. One sibling came for the Starfleet, the other for the Hellspawn. Both came correct. The Briton behind the lens just wanted them in focus before the slot machines ate her last quarter."
Too right.
Another one says:
"One wants to explore the Gamma Quadrant. The other wants to watch Al Simmons crawl out of Hell. Vegas, 1998 family vacations were never boring — especially when the 13-year-old British photographer is yelling 'Cheeky smile, you two!' in a Brummie accent mid-capoeira kick."
And that's the honest truth.
🎭 STAR TREK RANT (from Beatrice, because I have FEELINGS):
Okay, but can we talk about STAR TREK: INSURRECTION (1998)? The movie came out in December 1998 — ten months after this photo was taken.
So when these siblings were at Star Trek: The Experience in February, they had NO IDEA that a new TNG movie was coming out. They were living in the DS9 era, waiting for Voyager season 4, and just... enjoying the moment.
That's beautiful. That's PURE fandom. No hype, no leaks, no speculation. Just "oh cool, a Star Trek thing, let's go."
We didn't know how good we had it.
And the Playmates Captain Picard toy? ICONIC. That thing was EVERYWHERE in 1998. Every kid I knew had one. It was the Funko Pop of its day, except better because it actually looked like Patrick Stewart.
Also — DS9? UNDERRATED. Everyone was obsessed with TNG, but DS9 was doing the real work. War, religion, moral gray areas. Sisko punching Q. The Dominion. "In the Pale Moonlight." I could write a THESIS on DS9.
But I won't. Because this is a Tumblr post, not a university lecture.
😈 SPAWN RANT (from Beatrice, because I have MORE FEELINGS):
And let's talk about SPAWN. The HBO animated series premiered in 1997. Season 2 came out in 1998 — the SAME YEAR as this photo.
So this 15-year-old girl was watching the Emmy-winning HBO series (yes, it won an Emmy, look it up) while ALSO dressing up as Chapel and going to a Star Trek attraction.
That's not a fan. That's a connoisseur.
I remember watching the Spawn HBO series on a bootleg VHS that my cousin sent from America. The quality was terrible. The tracking was off. The audio was muffled.
And I didn't care. Because it was SPAWN. It was dark and violent and beautiful, and it changed what I thought animation could do.
Star Trek gave me hope. Spawn gave me permission to be angry.
You need both.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS (100% LGBTQIA+ content, as promised):
I'm a lesbian. I'm bisexual. I'm she/they. I'm Jewish. I'm a former army cadet. I'm a street photographer. I'm a Spawn fan. I'm a Trekkie.
And I was 5'3" and 13 years old in Las Vegas in 1998, documenting two American siblings — one 5'7" in a Chapel costume doing a capoeira kick, one 5'0" in a DS9 uniform doing a peace pose — at Star Trek: The Experience.
That photo exists because three queer kids from different parts of the world came together in the same place at the same time and made a memory.
And that memory has lasted 28 years.
So here's my advice:
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, and Spawn is trauma in a cape. Cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper." — RP English (British)
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TITLE: Capoeira Kicks, Klingon Swords, and Queer Chaos: How I Became the Accidental Archivist of the Most Iconic Vegas Moment of 1998 (Spawn x Star Trek)
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #no crumbs left
📸 FIRST, A FLASHBACK: ME, AGE 12, 1997
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands, looking slightly feral and ready to document everything]
that's me, bab. Birmingham, 1997. Already a menace. Already a lesbian. Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused, Melody Maker — gave me my first camera at 10. Blame him.
[ OPENING GREETINGS IN 27 ACCENTS ]
"Hey y'all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you're here!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid-Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Mornin', neighbor." — Ozark
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Hey there, neighbor." — Pacific Northwest
"HELLO THERE, FRIEND." — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"Aw, dawlin', look who's here." — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Alright, my loves — it's me, Beatrice. And I'm speaking Brummie now, so brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie (British)
"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Beatrice Thorson, and I'll be your queer Jewish photographer for this journey." — RP English (British)
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY (Brummie + RP, because I'm fancy like that, and also Swedish/Yiddish/Hebrew when I curse):
Right then. Let me introduce myself properly, because some of you have been asking.
My name is Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (née Kimmelman). I was born 4 February 1985 to an Orthodox Ashkenazi Jewish family in Birmingham, UK. My birth mother, Karla Kimmelman (born 1957), is a Swedish-born convert to Judaism — so I grew up with Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, and English in the house. My birth father, Thomas "Tommy" Kimmelman (born 1954), is an American-born Orthodox Jew who worked as a full-time photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused, and Melody Maker. Basically, my dad was cooler than your dad. Sorry.
I joined the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in 1994 at 9 years old — yes, a tiny Jewish girl in uniform, learning how to do a proper field strip. I became a lesbian at 12 in 1997, right after my bat mitzvah (thanks, God, for the timing). That same year, I moved from Birmingham to Southend-on-Sea and began practicing Reform Judaism. Despite being legally accepted into the Thorson family (my grandparents on my mum's side), I didn't relocate until 1997.
I started taking photographs in 1995 when my dad gave me my first Polaroid camera. I've been a vegetarian for as long as I can remember. I hold British, Swedish, and Israeli citizenships — three passports, one chaotic bisexual Jew. I never joined the IDF or the Swedish military. I remained a senior volunteer in the ACF and later in community photography programs.
I speak fluent Brummie (obviously), RP English (when I need to sound posh), Swedish (för att min mamma är svensk), Hebrew (אני יהודייה, så ja), and Yiddish (אוי וויי, I save that for when I stub my toe).
I love: LGBTQ+ everything, rock music, techno, IDM, British Army cadets, Star Trek, and Spawn/Todd McFarlane.
My nicknames: Brummie Trixie (BT), Brummie Bea, or just Trixie if you're feeling brave.
Now. Let's talk about February 5, 1998.
THE LAS VEGAS STORY (Brummie accent, emotional):
In February 1998, my family dragged me to Las Vegas. I was 13, turning 14 the day before these photos were taken. We ended up at the Las Vegas Hilton, and my parents were like "Beatrice, there's a Star Trek thing here, do you want to take pictures?" And I said "I'm more of a Todd McFarlane girl, actually. The HBO animated series? Won an Emmy in 1999. No? Fine, I'll bring my Canon PowerShot 350."
And that's when I met them.
The American siblings from San Francisco.
On the left: the older sister, 15, 5'7", hardcore Spawn fan. Dressed as Chapel — the bloke who murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. Holding a Spawn comic and a Spawn figurine, doing a capoeira kick in the middle of the Las Vegas Hilton. Because "most Brits do capoeira while traveling," apparently? I'm British. I don't do capoeira. But she did. Glorious.
In the center: her sibling, 11, 5'0", nonbinary, Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform. In one photo, holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy. In the other, a mek'leth — a Klingon sword. Doing a peace pose like they just saved the Alpha Quadrant.
On the right (me): 5'3", holding my Canon PowerShot 350, documenting the whole thing. Jeans, t-shirt, no cosplay, just vibes.
The caption:
"Las Vegas, 1998. One sibling came for the Starfleet, the other for the Hellspawn. Both came correct. The Briton behind the lens just wanted them in focus before the slot machines ate her last quarter."
Another one:
"One wants to explore the Gamma Quadrant. The other wants to watch Al Simmons crawl out of Hell. Vegas, 1998 family vacations were never boring — especially when the 13-year-old British photographer is yelling 'Cheeky smile, you two!' in a Brummie accent mid-capoeira kick."
And that's the honest truth.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD (regional US accents + British chaos):
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella shook):
hella obsessed with the fact that a 13-year-old British army cadet with a camera documented this. BEATRICE SAID "I WILL MAKE THIS THE MOST ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH OF THE 1990s" AND THEN SHE DID. no notes. perfect.
Also, the height trivia? 5'7", 5'0", 5'3". A staircase of queer fandom energy.
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE, warm and laughing):
Wait wait wait. So you're telling me. That a 5'7" 15-year-old Spawn fan. Did a capoeira kick. IN A CHAPEL COSTUME. And a 5'3" 13-year-old British lesbian army cadet with THREE passports. Photographed it. At Quark's bar. In Las Vegas. In 1998.
This is not a photo. This is a prophecy.
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC English, loud and proud):
AYO. BEATRICE THORSON. You're telling me there was a 13-year-old British lesbian Jewish ARMY CADET photojournalist with a dad who shot for NME and DAZED, who speaks FIVE LANGUAGES, who has THREE citizenships, and she took the most iconic crossover photo of the decade???
I need a movie. I need a documentary. I need a limited series on HBO. THIS IS UNREAL.
Also, the girl on the left looks like Ruby Barnhill from The BFG. The kid in the center looks like Joel Dawson from Mary Poppins Returns. UNCANNY.
@brummie-bea (OP, Beatrice, Brummie + RP):
I can confirm that my dad, Tommy Kimmelman, was genuinely cooler than your dad. He shot album covers for bands you've heard of. He taught me how to frame a shot when I was 10. He also taught me how to develop film in a darkroom, which is why I still have the original negatives from 1998.
Also, yes, I have three passports. It's a nightmare at airport security. But it's useful when I want to yell at people in three different languages.
@texas-yeehaw-trekkie (Texan, drawling):
Well, bless your heart, Beatrice. A British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer with a Swedish mother, an American father, three passports, and a Canon PowerShot 350. Documenting two San Francisco siblings at Star Trek: The Experience.
That's not just a photo. That's a time capsule of the 1990s. That's queer history. That's fandom history. That's everything.
And the fact that you're vegetarian? Same, hon. Same.
A 5'7" 15-year-old Spawn fan dressed as Chapel (murderer of Al Simmons). A 5'0" 11-year-old nonbinary Trekkie in a DS9 uniform. And a 5'3" 13-year-old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer who speaks Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, and two Englishes, has three passports, and is vegetarian.
Walk into Quark's bar in Las Vegas in 1998.
This is not a joke. This is real life.
@boston-dunkin-dork (Boston accent, no R's):
Holy crap.
The 5'7" girl on the left? Ruby Barnhill. The 5'0" kid in the center? Joel Dawson. I know they're British actors and these kids are American but the RESEMBLANCE is uncanny.
But more importantly: BEATRICE THORSON.
You were 5'3". You were 13. You were in the Army Cadet Force. You were a lesbian photographer from Birmingham who moved to Southend-on-Sea. Your dad shot for Dazed & Confused. You speak five languages. You have three passports. You're vegetarian.
And you documented two American siblings cosplaying as Spawn and Starfleet at a Star Trek attraction that had been open for ONE MONTH.
You are a treasure.
@pacific-north-grungy (Pacific Northwest, chill):
Okay, but can we talk about the contrast?
Star Trek: Hopeful. Scientific. Utopian. Picard gives speeches. DS9 explores moral gray areas.
Spawn: Dark. Violent. Supernatural. Al Simmons got murdered and made a deal with the devil. HBO series won an Emmy in 1999.
And these two siblings—one doing a capoeira kick in a Chapel costume, one doing a peace pose in a DS9 uniform—were together. At a Star Trek attraction. And a multilingual, multi-passport, vegetarian, Jewish, lesbian, army-cadet British photographer took a photo of them.
That's not just fandom. That's community.
@cajun-bayou-nerd (Cajun, lilting):
Mais yeah, I'm lookin' at this photo and I'm thinkin'—dat Chapel costume? She even got the details. And dat British photographer? She got de whole story.
Beatrice Thorson. Birmingham to Southend. Army cadet at 9. Lesbian at 12. Photographer at 10. Three passports. Five languages. Vegetarian. Trekkie. Spawn fan.
Cher, dat's not a person. Dat's a PROTAGONIST.
@gullah-geek-girl (Gullah, rhythmic):
Oh, I see 'em.
Two chillun from San Francisco—one 5'7" in Starfleet, one 5'0" in Hellspawn. And a young British woman behind de lens, 5'3", with three passports and a heart full of queer joy.
And dey STANDIN' together. Smilin'. At a Star Trek attraction. In Las Vegas. In 1998.
Dat's what fandom do. Bring people together. Even when dey come from different continents.
@hawaii-pidgin-geek (Hawaiian Pidgin):
Eh brah, dis da kinda vacation photo dat make you laugh for real.
One sibling like go explore Gamma Quadrant wit Sisko and Dax.
One sibling like watch Al Simmons crawl out da crib of Hell.
And da British photographer? She like capture da whole thing on her Canon PowerShot 350 — and she got three passports, speaks five languages, and don't eat meat.
FAMILY. 🤙
@upper-midwest-nice-nerd (Upper Midwestern):
Oh, you betcha.
A 5'3" 13-year-old British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer from Birmingham, now living in Southend-on-Sea, with three passports, five languages, and a vegetarian diet, taking photos of two American siblings cosplaying as Spawn and Starfleet at Star Trek: The Experience in Las Vegas.
That's just real nice. That's real nice indeed.
@pittsburgh-yinzer-trek (Pittsburgh accent):
Yinz are wild for this and I mean that as the highest compliment.
The Spawn cosplayer? Capoeira kick. The Trekkie? Peace sign. The British photographer? Canon PowerShot 350, three passports, five languages, vegetarian.
And they're all owning it.
This is what happens when you put three queer kids from different parts of the world in the same place at the same time. MAGIC.
@ozark-mountain-nerd (Ozark accent):
Well now, I've been lookin' at this photo for a good while, and I'll tell you what I see:
I see three young people who love different things—Star Trek, Spawn, photography, Judaism, queerness, capoeira, army cadets, Swedish meatballs (probably)—and they came together in Las Vegas in 1998 and made a memory.
And now, 28 years later, that memory is still alive.
That's not just a photo. That's a legacy.
@appalachian-geek-rising (Appalachian accent):
Bless their hearts.
The Spawn fan. The Trekkie. The British lesbian army cadet photographer who speaks five languages and has three passports.
At Quark's bar. At Star Trek: The Experience. One month after it opened.
That's not just cosplay. That's a vibe.
And Beatrice Thorson, you are a hero.
@yat-nola-crescent-geek (Yat/New Orleans accent):
Aw, dawlin', look at 'em.
The American siblings—one 5'7" in Starfleet, one 5'0" in Hellspawn—and the 5'3" British photographer behind the lens. She's got three passports and a Canon PowerShot 350. She speaks Swedish when she's mad and Yiddish when she stubs her toe.
De walk into Quark's bar like dey own da place. De pose for da camera. De make history.
Dat's Las Vegas. Dat's 1998. Dat's family.
@tidewater-trek-nerd (Tidewater accent):
I do declare.
A 5'7" 15-year-old Spawn fan in a Chapel costume, mid-capoeira kick, holding a Spawn figurine.
A 5'0" 11-year-old nonbinary Trekkie in a DS9 uniform, doing a peace pose, holding a mek'leth.
And a 5'3" 13-year-old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer from Birmingham, living in Southend-on-Sea, with three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet, and a Canon PowerShot 350.
At Star Trek: The Experience. One month after it opened.
I do declare, this is the most charming photograph I have ever seen.
Okay, I just want to say—the caption is perfect. But the real story is Beatrice Thorson.
A 13-year-old with a camera, three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet, an army cadet background, a dad who shot for NME, a Swedish mum, an American dad, and a love for Spawn and Star Trek.
And she took THE photo.
That's not luck. That's destiny.
@socal-surf-trekkie (Californian English/San Francisco accent mashup):
Okay hella real talk—I grew up in San Francisco in the 90s and this is the most Bay Area sibling energy I've ever seen.
But you know what's even better?
BEATRICE THORSON.
A 5'3" 13-year-old British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer from Birmingham, living in Southend-on-Sea, with three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet, a dad from Dazed & Confused, and a Canon PowerShot 350.
She saw two American siblings—one 5'7" in a Chapel costume doing a capoeira kick, one 5'0" in a DS9 uniform doing a peace pose—and she said "I WILL MAKE THIS THE MOST ICONIC PHOTO OF THE 1990s."
And she did.
That's not chaos. That's art.
🕺 CAPOEIRA CORNER (Beatrice's final rant, Brummie + RP):
Right then. Last thing.
Capoeira.
I didn't know what it was in 1998. The Spawn sister tried to explain: "It's a martial art from Brazil. Enslaved people created it to disguise their fighting as dancing."
And I was 13, and I was British, and I said "that's mental" and then I took the photo.
Now I'm 41. I've watched capoeira videos. I've seen the berimbau. I've seen the ginga. I've seen people do moves that look physically impossible.
And I understand now.
Capoeira is about survival. It's about hiding your strength until you need it. It's about turning pain into rhythm.
That's what the Spawn sister was doing. She was in a Chapel costume — the man who murdered Al Simmons — but she was also doing a capoeira kick. She was turning something dark into something beautiful.
That's fandom. That's art. That's life.
So here's to capoeira. Here's to Spawn. Here's to Star Trek. Here's to 1998. Here's to three queer kids in Las Vegas who didn't know they were making history.
They just knew they were having fun.
Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.
📚 BEATRICE ON STAR TREK & SPAWN (RP English, slightly emotional):
Star Trek gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household. Picard taught me that morality matters. Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good. Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising. DS9's "Rejoined" gave me a lesbian kiss on screen in 1995. I was 10. I didn't understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
Spawn gave me permission to be angry. Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice. The HBO series showed me that animation could be for adults. That darkness could be beautiful. That trauma could be transformed into power.
You need both. Hope and anger. Light and shadow. Starfleet and Hellspawn.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS (100% LGBTQIA+ content, as promised):
I'm a lesbian. I'm bisexual. I'm she/they. I'm Jewish. I'm a former army cadet. I'm a street photographer. I'm a Spawn fan. I'm a Trekkie. I'm vegetarian. I have three passports. I speak five languages. I was 5'3" and 13 years old in Las Vegas in 1998, documenting two American siblings.
That photo exists because three queer kids from different parts of the world came together and made a memory.
And that memory has lasted 28 years.
So here's my advice:
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
[FAREWELL IN 27 ACCENTS]
"Bye, y'all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I'll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya 'round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin'!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, and Spawn is trauma in a cape. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper." — RP English (British)
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian rights #no crumbs left
[END OF THREAD]
last take...
brummie-bea · 2/5/26
TITLE: Capoeira Kicks, Klingon Swords, and a Vegetarian Jewish Lesbian with Three Passports — How I Became the Accidental Archivist of the Most Iconic Vegas Moment of 1998 (Spawn x Star Trek)
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #1998 core #queer as a warpcore breach #BEATRICE TAKES THE WHEEL #ds9 truther #todd mcfarlane #chapel #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #vegetarian since 3 #no crumbs left
📸 FIRST, A FLASHBACK: ME, AGE 12, 1997
![Image: Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson, aged 12, 1997 — a tiny queer Jewish army cadet with a bad haircut and a Polaroid camera already in her hands, looking slightly feral, probably talking about capoeira or vegan nuggets]
that's me, bab. Birmingham, 1997. Already a menace. Already a lesbian. Already a vegetarian (since age 3, don't ask). Already had a Polaroid in my hand because my dad — Tommy Kimmelman, photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused, Melody Maker — gave me my first camera at 10. Blame him.
[ OPENING GREETINGS IN 27 ACCENTS ]
"Hey y'all!" — Southern
"Wagwan, nerds!" — AAVE
"AYO, LISTEN UP!" — NYC English
"Helloooo, Bay Area, hella glad you're here!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, just gonna sneak past ya real quick — hi there." — Midland American
"HELLO FROM BEANTOWN, KID." — Boston
"Mais yeah, bonjour, cher!" — Cajun
"Hey hey, fam." — Gullah
"Howdy, partners!" — Texan
"Good afternoon, darlings." — Mid-Atlantic
"Hey there, bless your hearts." — Appalachian
"Mornin', neighbor." — Ozark
"Eh, howzit, bruddah?" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Hey there, neighbor." — Pacific Northwest
"HELLO THERE, FRIEND." — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, hey there!" — Upper Midwestern
"Aw, dawlin', look who's here." — Yat (New Orleans)
"Well, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz ready for this?" — Pittsburgh
"Hey dere, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Alright, my loves — it's me, Beatrice. And I'm speaking Brummie now, so brace yourselves, bab." — Brummie (British)
"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Beatrice Thorson, and I'll be your queer Jewish vegetarian photographer for this journey." — RP English (British)
📖 THE DIARY ENTRY (Brummie + RP, plus a little Swedish and Yiddish for flavour):
Right then. Let me introduce myself properly, because some of you have been asking — and also because I've been a photojournalist for over 30 years (since 1995, when I was 10, yes I'm old now, 41, deal with it).
My name is Beatrice "Trixie" Thorson (née Kimmelman). I was born 4 February 1985 to an Orthodox Ashkenazi Jewish family in Birmingham, UK. My birth mother, Karla Kimmelman (born 1957), is a Swedish-born convert to Judaism — so I grew up with Swedish, Hebrew, Yiddish, and English in the house. My birth father, Thomas "Tommy" Kimmelman (born 1954), is an American-born Orthodox Jew who worked as a full-time photojournalist for NME, The Face, i-D, Select, Dazed & Confused (DAZED), and Melody Maker. Basically, my dad was cooler than your dad. Sorry.
I joined the Army Cadet Force (ACF) in 1994 at 9 years old — yes, a tiny Jewish girl in uniform, learning how to do a proper field strip. I became a lesbian at 12 in 1997, right after my bat mitzvah (thanks, God, for the timing). That same year, I moved from Birmingham to Southend-on-Sea and began practicing Reform Judaism. Despite being legally accepted into the Thorson family (my grandparents on my mum's side), I didn't relocate until 1997.
I started taking photographs in 1995 when my dad gave me my first Polaroid camera. I've been a vegetarian since age 3. No, really. In a 1993 interview (yes, I was interviewed by Birmingham Mail at 8 years old, because I was a weird kid), I said — in my distinct Brummie accent — and I quote:
"I ain't keen on meat, don't like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it! I'm a veggie for life, and I'm well into me fruits too."
That's still true. I also love gluten-free, dairy-free drinks, and vegan meals. I don't drink alcohol, beer, or do any drugs. And I don't eat people. (Cannibalism? No thanks, bab. I'm Jewish AND vegetarian. That's a double no.)
I hold British, Swedish, and Israeli citizenships — three passports, one chaotic bisexual Jew. I never joined the IDF or the Swedish military. I remained a senior volunteer in the ACF and later in community photography programs.
I speak fluent Brummie (obviously), RP English (when I need to sound posh), Swedish (för att min mamma är svensk), Hebrew (אני יהודייה, אז כן), and Yiddish (אוי וויי, I save that for when I stub my toe).
I love: LGBTQ+ everything, rock music, techno, IDM, British Army cadets, Star Trek, and Spawn/Todd McFarlane. I'm also an avid capoeira enthusiast, a fashion nerd, a hipster (I was into vinyl before it was cool again), and a video game player. I've photographed countless capoeiristas (capoeira masters), fashionistas, hipsters, and video game developers across the UK and Ireland.
My nicknames: Brummie Trixie (BT), Brummie Bea, or just Trixie.
Now. Let's talk about February 5, 1998.
THE LAS VEGAS STORY (Brummie accent, emotional, with a side of hummus):
In February 1998, my family dragged me to Las Vegas. I was 13, turning 14 the day before these photos were taken. We ended up at the Las Vegas Hilton, and my parents were like "Beatrice, there's a Star Trek thing here, do you want to take pictures?" And I said "I'm more of a Todd McFarlane girl, actually. The HBO animated series? Won an Emmy in 1999. No? Fine, I'll bring my Canon PowerShot 350."
And that's when I met them.
The American siblings from San Francisco.
On the left: the older sister, 15, 5'7", hardcore Spawn fan. Dressed as Chapel — the bloke who murdered Al Simmons with a flamethrower. Holding a Spawn comic and a Spawn figurine, doing a capoeira kick in the middle of the Las Vegas Hilton. Because "most Brits do capoeira while traveling," apparently? I'm British. I don't do capoeira. But she did. Glorious.
In the center: her sibling, 11, 5'0", nonbinary, Trekkie through and through. Wearing a Deep Space 9 Starfleet uniform. In one photo, holding a Playmates Captain Picard toy. In the other, a mek'leth — a Klingon sword. Doing a peace pose like they just saved the Alpha Quadrant.
On the right (me): 5'3", holding my Canon PowerShot 350, documenting the whole thing. Jeans, t-shirt, no cosplay, just vibes. And a falafel wrap in my bag, probably.
The caption:
"Las Vegas, 1998. One sibling came for the Starfleet, the other for the Hellspawn. Both came correct. The Briton behind the lens just wanted them in focus before the slot machines ate her last quarter."
Another one:
"One wants to explore the Gamma Quadrant. The other wants to watch Al Simmons crawl out of Hell. Vegas, 1998 family vacations were never boring — especially when the 13-year-old British photographer is yelling 'Cheeky smile, you two!' in a Brummie accent mid-capoeira kick."
And that's the honest truth.
💬 THE TUMBLR THREAD (regional US accents + British chaos):
(same as before, but with added jokes about vegetarianism and three passports)
@sjcringe-queen (San Francisco accent, hella shook):
hella obsessed with the fact that a 13-year-old British army cadet with a camera documented this. BEATRICE SAID "I WILL MAKE THIS THE MOST ICONIC PHOTOGRAPH OF THE 1990s" AND THEN SHE DID. no notes. perfect.
Also, she's been vegetarian since age 3??? And she has three passports??? And she speaks FIVE languages??? And she photographed capoeira masters???
I'm not worthy.
@aave-and-enterprise (AAVE, warm and laughing):
Wait wait wait. So you're telling me. That a 5'7" 15-year-old Spawn fan. Did a capoeira kick. IN A CHAPEL COSTUME. And a 5'3" 13-year-old British lesbian army cadet with THREE PASSPORTS and a vegetarian diet since age 3. Photographed it. At Quark's bar. In Las Vegas. In 1998.
This is not a photo. This is a prophecy.
Also, "I ain't keen on meat, don't like seafood neither, and pork? Forget it!" is the hardest vegetarian quote I've ever heard. Put that on a T-shirt.
@nyc-nerd-92 (NYC English, loud and proud):
AYO. BEATRICE THORSON. You're telling me there was a 13-year-old British lesbian Jewish ARMY CADET photojournalist with a dad who shot for NME and DAZED, who speaks FIVE LANGUAGES, who has THREE citizenships, who's been vegetarian since she was THREE YEARS OLD, who photographs capoeiristas and video game developers, and she took the most iconic crossover photo of the decade???
I need a movie. I need a documentary. I need a limited series on HBO. THIS IS UNREAL.
Also, the "no cannibalism" clarification is sending me. Bea, who hurt you? 😭
@brummie-bea (OP, Beatrice, Brummie + RP):
Bab, I just wanted to be clear. You'd be surprised how many people ask. The answer is no. I don't eat people. I don't even eat animals. I eat falafel and hummus and fruit. I'm very into me fruits, as I said in 1993.
Also yes, I've photographed capoeiristas all over the UK and Ireland. The Spawn sister's kick was actually pretty good for an American. I told her that later. She blushed.
@texas-yeehaw-trekkie (Texan, drawling):
Well, bless your heart, Beatrice. A British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer with a Swedish mother, an American father, three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet since age 3, and a side career photographing capoeiristas and hipsters. Documenting two San Francisco siblings at Star Trek: The Experience.
That's not just a photo. That's a time capsule of the 1990s. That's queer history. That's fandom history. That's everything.
And the fact that you don't drink or do drugs? Same, hon. Same. (I do eat barbecue though. Sorry.)
Okay, real talk: Star Trek: The Experience opened January 3, 1998. These photos were taken February 5, 1998. ONE MONTH after opening.
And what was inside? Quark's Bar. Klingon Encounter ride. History of the Future Museum with actual props.
And a 5'3" 13-year-old British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer with a dad from NME, three passports, five languages, a lifelong vegetarian diet, and a passion for capoeira, was there. With a camera.
A 5'7" 15-year-old Spawn fan dressed as Chapel (murderer of Al Simmons). A 5'0" 11-year-old nonbinary Trekkie in a DS9 uniform. And a 5'3" 13-year-old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer who speaks five languages, has three passports, has been vegetarian since age 3, photographs capoeira masters for fun, and once gave an interview at 8 years old saying "I'm well into me fruits."
Walk into Quark's bar in Las Vegas in 1998.
This is not a joke. This is real life.
@boston-dunkin-dork (Boston accent, no R's):
Holy crap.
The 5'7" girl on the left? Ruby Barnhill. The 5'0" kid in the center? Joel Dawson. Unreal.
But more importantly: BEATRICE THORSON.
You were 5'3". You were 13. You were in the Army Cadet Force. You were a vegetarian since 3. You said "pork? Forget it!" in a Brummie accent on the record. Your dad shot for Dazed & Confused. You speak five languages. You have three passports. You photograph capoeiristas.
And you documented two American siblings cosplaying as Spawn and Starfleet at a Star Trek attraction that had been open for ONE MONTH.
You are a treasure.
@pacific-north-grungy (Pacific Northwest, chill):
Okay, but can we talk about the contrast?
Star Trek: Hopeful. Scientific. Utopian. Picard gives speeches. DS9 explores moral gray areas.
Spawn: Dark. Violent. Supernatural. Al Simmons got murdered and made a deal with the devil. HBO series won an Emmy in 1999.
And these two siblings—one doing a capoeira kick in a Chapel costume, one doing a peace pose in a DS9 uniform—were together. At a Star Trek attraction. And a multilingual, multi-passport, vegetarian, Jewish, lesbian, army-cadet, capoeira-photographing British photographer took a photo of them.
That's not just fandom. That's community.
@cajun-bayou-nerd (Cajun, lilting):
Mais yeah, I'm lookin' at this photo and I'm thinkin'—dat Chapel costume? She even got the details. And dat British photographer? She got de whole story.
Beatrice Thorson. Birmingham to Southend. Army cadet at 9. Lesbian at 12. Photographer at 10. Three passports. Five languages. Vegetarian since 3. "I'm well into me fruits." Photographs capoeira masters. Trekkie. Spawn fan.
Cher, dat's not a person. Dat's a PROTAGONIST.
@gullah-geek-girl (Gullah, rhythmic):
Oh, I see 'em.
Two chillun from San Francisco—one 5'7" in Starfleet, one 5'0" in Hellspawn. And a young British woman behind de lens, 5'3", with three passports, a heart full of queer joy, and a lifetime of eating fruit.
And dey STANDIN' together. Smilin'. At a Star Trek attraction. In Las Vegas. In 1998.
Dat's what fandom do. Bring people together. Even when dey come from different continents and have different dietary restrictions.
@hawaii-pidgin-geek (Hawaiian Pidgin):
Eh brah, dis da kinda vacation photo dat make you laugh for real.
One sibling like go explore Gamma Quadrant wit Sisko and Dax.
One sibling like watch Al Simmons crawl out da crib of Hell.
And da British photographer? She like capture da whole thing on her Canon PowerShot 350 — and she got three passports, speaks five languages, don't eat meat, don't drink, and photographs capoeira masters for fun.
FAMILY. 🤙
@upper-midwest-nice-nerd (Upper Midwestern):
Oh, you betcha.
A 5'3" 13-year-old British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer from Birmingham, now living in Southend-on-Sea, with three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet since age 3 ("I'm well into me fruits"), and a side gig photographing capoeiristas and hipsters, taking photos of two American siblings cosplaying as Spawn and Starfleet at Star Trek: The Experience in Las Vegas.
That's just real nice. That's real nice indeed.
@pittsburgh-yinzer-trek (Pittsburgh accent):
Yinz are wild for this and I mean that as the highest compliment.
The Spawn cosplayer? Capoeira kick. The Trekkie? Peace sign. The British photographer? Canon PowerShot 350, three passports, five languages, vegetarian since 3, no alcohol, no drugs, no cannibalism, and a love for capoeira.
And they're all owning it.
This is what happens when you put three queer kids from different parts of the world in the same place at the same time. MAGIC.
@ozark-mountain-nerd (Ozark accent):
Well now, I've been lookin' at this photo for a good while, and I'll tell you what I see:
I see three young people who love different things—Star Trek, Spawn, photography, Judaism, queerness, capoeira, army cadets, Swedish meatballs (vegan version), fruit—and they came together in Las Vegas in 1998 and made a memory.
And now, 28 years later, that memory is still alive.
That's not just a photo. That's a legacy.
@appalachian-geek-rising (Appalachian accent):
Bless their hearts.
The Spawn fan. The Trekkie. The British lesbian army cadet photographer who speaks five languages, has three passports, has been vegetarian since she was THREE, and once said "pork? Forget it!" in a Brummie accent.
At Quark's bar. At Star Trek: The Experience. One month after it opened.
That's not just cosplay. That's a vibe.
And Beatrice Thorson, you are a hero.
@yat-nola-crescent-geek (Yat/New Orleans accent):
Aw, dawlin', look at 'em.
The American siblings—one 5'7" in Starfleet, one 5'0" in Hellspawn—and the 5'3" British photographer behind the lens. She's got three passports and a Canon PowerShot 350. She speaks Swedish when she's mad and Yiddish when she stubs her toe. She's been vegetarian since she was in nappies.
De walk into Quark's bar like dey own da place. De pose for da camera. De make history.
Dat's Las Vegas. Dat's 1998. Dat's family.
@tidewater-trek-nerd (Tidewater accent):
I do declare.
A 5'7" 15-year-old Spawn fan in a Chapel costume, mid-capoeira kick, holding a Spawn figurine.
A 5'0" 11-year-old nonbinary Trekkie in a DS9 uniform, doing a peace pose, holding a mek'leth.
And a 5'3" 13-year-old British Jewish lesbian army cadet photographer from Birmingham, living in Southend-on-Sea, with three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet since age 3, a famous quote about fruit, and a passion for photographing capoeiristas.
At Star Trek: The Experience. One month after it opened.
I do declare, this is the most charming photograph I have ever seen.
Okay, I just want to say—the caption is perfect. But the real story is Beatrice Thorson.
A 13-year-old with a camera, three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet since age 3 ("I'm well into me fruits"), an army cadet background, a dad who shot for NME, a Swedish mum, an American dad, and a love for Spawn, Star Trek, capoeira, fashion, hipsters, and video games.
And she took THE photo.
That's not luck. That's destiny.
@socal-surf-trekkie (Californian English/San Francisco accent mashup):
Okay hella real talk—I grew up in San Francisco in the 90s and this is the most Bay Area sibling energy I've ever seen.
But you know what's even better?
BEATRICE THORSON.
A 5'3" 13-year-old British lesbian Jewish army cadet photographer from Birmingham, living in Southend-on-Sea, with three passports, five languages, a vegetarian diet since age 3, a dad from Dazed & Confused, a side career photographing capoeira masters, and a Canon PowerShot 350.
She saw two American siblings—one 5'7" in a Chapel costume doing a capoeira kick, one 5'0" in a DS9 uniform doing a peace pose—and she said "I WILL MAKE THIS THE MOST ICONIC PHOTO OF THE 1990s."
And she did.
That's not chaos. That's art.
🕺 CAPOEIRA CORNER (Beatrice's final rant, Brummie + RP, with extra fruit):
Right then. Last thing.
Capoeira.
I didn't know what it was in 1998. The Spawn sister tried to explain: "It's a martial art from Brazil. Enslaved people created it to disguise their fighting as dancing."
And I was 13, and I was British, and I said "that's mental" and then I took the photo.
Now I'm 41. I've photographed capoeiristas all over the UK and Ireland. I've watched the berimbau. I've seen the ginga. I've seen people do moves that look physically impossible while smiling.
And I understand now.
Capoeira is about survival. It's about hiding your strength until you need it. It's about turning pain into rhythm.
That's what the Spawn sister was doing. She was in a Chapel costume — the man who murdered Al Simmons — but she was also doing a capoeira kick. She was turning something dark into something beautiful.
That's fandom. That's art. That's life.
So here's to capoeira. Here's to Spawn. Here's to Star Trek. Here's to 1998. Here's to three queer kids in Las Vegas who didn't know they were making history.
They just knew they were having fun.
And here's to fruit. Because I'm well into me fruits.
Cheeky smile, you two. Forever.
📚 BEATRICE ON STAR TREK & SPAWN (RP English, slightly emotional, with a falafel in hand):
Star Trek gave me hope when I was a closeted lesbian in an Orthodox Jewish household. Picard taught me that morality matters. Sisko taught me that you can be angry and still be good. Janeway taught me that women can be leaders without apologising. DS9's "Rejoined" gave me a lesbian kiss on screen in 1995. I was 10. I didn't understand why it made me cry. Now I do.
Spawn gave me permission to be angry. Al Simmons was betrayed, murdered, and sent to Hell. And he fought back. Not because he was a hero. Because he had no other choice. The HBO series showed me that animation could be for adults. That darkness could be beautiful. That trauma could be transformed into power.
You need both. Hope and anger. Light and shadow. Starfleet and Hellspawn. And maybe a nice apple. I'm well into me fruits, after all.
🌈 FINAL THOUGHTS (100% LGBTQIA+ content, as promised):
I'm a lesbian. I'm bisexual. I'm she/they. I'm Jewish. I'm a former army cadet. I'm a street photographer. I'm a Spawn fan. I'm a Trekkie. I'm vegetarian since age 3. I have three passports. I speak five languages. I photograph capoeiristas for fun. I'm into fashion, hipsters, and video games. I don't drink, don't do drugs, and don't eat people.
And I was 5'3" and 13 years old in Las Vegas in 1998, documenting two American siblings — one 5'7" in a Chapel costume doing a capoeira kick, one 5'0" in a DS9 uniform doing a peace pose — at Star Trek: The Experience.
That photo exists because three queer kids from different parts of the world came together and made a memory.
And that memory has lasted 28 years.
So here's my advice:
Live long and prosper. 🖖
And if you go to Hell, make sure you come back. 😈
HELLA LOVE FROM SOUTHEND-ON-SEA. BYE Y'ALL. 🏳️🌈📸
P.S. Eat your fruit. I'm serious.
[FAREWELL IN 27 ACCENTS]
"Bye, y'all!" — Southern
"Peace out, fam!" — AAVE
"LATER, NERDS!" — NYC English
"Hella bye from the Bay!" — Californian / San Francisco accent
"Ope, I'll let ya go. Bye now!" — Midland American
"LATER, KID. GO SOX!" — Boston
"Au revoir, mes amis!" — Cajun
"Later, fam." — Gullah
"See ya later, partner!" — Texan
"Farewell, darlings!" — Mid-Atlantic
"Bye, bless your hearts!" — Appalachian
"See ya 'round, neighbor!" — Ozark
"A hui hou, bruddah!" — Hawaiian Pidgin
"Take care, neighbor!" — Pacific Northwest
"See ya later, friend!" — Inland Northern American
"Uff da, bye now!" — Upper Midwestern
"Bye, dawlin'!" — Yat (New Orleans)
"Goodbye, I declare." — Tidewater
"Yinz take care now, bye!" — Pittsburgh
"Later, from Chicago!" — Chicago
"Right then. That's enough outta me. Take care of yourselves, bab. And remember — capoeira is brilliant, Star Trek is hope, Spawn is trauma in a cape, and fruit is life. Hejdå, shalom, and cheers." — Brummie (British)
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for listening to the ramblings of a queer Jewish vegetarian photographer from Essex. Live long and prosper, and eat an apple." — RP English (British)
#spawn x star trek #las vegas 98 #star trek the experience #todd mcfarlane forever #gene roddenberry forever #queer nerds #sibling goals #1998 core #fandom is family #beatrice thorson #brummie trixie #canon powershot 350 #capoeira in the desert #brummie accent heavy #three passports #five languages #vegetarian since 3 #im well into me fruits #no cannibalism #no crumbs left
Tuesday, 21 October 2025, 11:47 shot on iPhone 16 Pro
Hey Joe music & coffee - 10, Ropers Yard, Hart St, Brentwood CM14 4FU, UK
21 October 2025 (photo by Southend-on-Sea native libby.thorson.2013)
Libby "libby.thorson. 2013" Thorson (she/her, aged 12 at time) visits Hey Joe record shop in Bradford for her friend's party with Army Cadet Force (ACF) cadets. Libby, who was born in 7 January 2013 in London, moved to Southend-on-Sea in 2019 when she was 6. Joined ACF in 2021, and she's remained with ACF since then. She is homeschooled by using ChatGPT, DeepSeek and Google Gemini.
She is holding two vinyl LP albums: Candyass by Orgy (1998, left) and Elastica by Elastica (1995, right). Orgy is US rock band, Elastica is British rock band. her username "libby.thorson. 2013" is anod to her birth year (2013). Libby's not arrested, she's an influencer. no beer, no alcohol. stay vegan, stay vegetarian, stay kosher.
for more info about her photos, visit tumblr.com/iamlibbythorson
Miriam Thorson (born 10 March 1980) was a decorated British Army servicewoman and niece of Libby Thorson's grandmother. She was born in Tel Aviv and moved to London, UK with her adoptive mother Stephanie Greenhalgh in 1982 when she was 2. Joined Army Cadet Force (ACF) in 1988, and Army in 1996. Stay strong, Aunt Miriam!
Israel 1998
LONG LIVE ISRAEL
"My aunt Miriam visited Israel in 1998 for Israel's golden jubilee, alongside her friends serving with ACF" - Libby Thorson in her diary writing for Passover 2023
"I am vegetarian, I am Jewish by religion, I follow kosher dietary laws, I hate meat and seafood" - Libby Thorson in her diary writing for Passover 2023
In 1998, security is extremely tight as Israel celebrated its golden jubilee, and many Israelis could easily surpass the 2,500th anniversary of the Persian Empire in Persepolis (1971) during Pahlavi period in Iran. The celebratory period is officially from 7 March to 29 May 1998 (82 days), as Israel says it "celebrated the moment of faith, joy, unity, power, resilience, reconciliation, and friendship of the Israeli nation", considering it would be heavily superior to the 1971 Persepolis event (many times longer and larger than 1971 Persepolis event). To prepare this, Israel used many volunteers from Turkey, Egypt and Jordan to facilitate its establishments like makeshift tents, trailers, motorcoaches, vendors, pop-up establishments, converted shipping containers, campers, rented properties (houses, apartments, condos, etc.), hotel accommodations, and RVs. Instead of China, Israelis only allowed citizens, volunteers, police/security personnel, cadets, and militaries from Taiwan (Republic of China) to participate golden jubilee of Israel. Due to financial, security, and political concerns, many countries like Democratic Republic of Congo (would later participate Israel's independence in 2008 and 2018 events), Congo-Brazzaville (would later participate Israel's independence in 2008 and 2018 events), Liberia (would later participate Israel's independence in 2008 and 2018 events), Gambia (would later participate Israel's independence in 2018 event), Cape Verde (would later participate Israel's independence in 2008 and 2018 events), Guinea-Bissau (would later participate Israel's independence in 2008 and 2018 events), mainland China (incl. Hong Kong and Macau), Belarus, Russia, Germany, Austria and Switzerland, refused to participate in the golden jubilee of Israel in 1998. The inclusion of LGBTQ+ individuals in in the golden jubilee of Israel in 1998 was very palpable at the time.
Miriam said that over 300,000 to 400,000 people were killed since Israeli independence in 1948, mostly Israeli/Arab military personnel and civilians in the ongoing Arab-Israeli conflict
On 1 March 1998, Ministry of Defence in London (UK) would sent many members of British Armed Forces cadets (Army, Navy, Air Force, and Royal Marines) and British Armed Forces (Army, Navy, RAF) servicemembers to deploy temporarily in Israel from 9 March 1998 to 29 May 1998 to coincide Israel's golden jubilee of independence (1948-1998) and golden jubilee of the IDF (Israel Defence Forces); the Ministry of Defence said it would provide security and safety to Israeli citizens, due to ongoing violence and unrest. The US Department of Defense would announce it on same day, stating that it would sent many members of US Armed Forces cadets/ROTC/JROTC (Army, Navy, Air Force, Coat Guard, and Marines) and US Armed Forces (Army, Navy, Air Force, Coat Guard, and Marines) servicemembers to deploy temporarily in Israel from 7 March 1998 to 29 May 1998 to coincide Israel's golden jubilee of independence (1948-1998) and and golden jubilee of the IDF (Israel Defence Forces). The US Department of Defense said it would provide security and safety to Israeli citizens, due to ongoing violence and unrest.
From 1 December 1997 to 9 March 1998, many Israelis, Jordanians, Egyptians, Turks, and foreign Jewish volunteers prepared their makeshift tents, trailers, motorcoaches, vendors, pop-up establishments, converted shipping containers, campers, rented properties (houses, apartments, condos, etc.), hotel accommodations, and RVs around Beersheba, Eilat, Ashdod, Haifa, Herzliya, Kiryat Gat, Ramla, Akko (Acre), Safed, Netanya, Mevaseret Zion, Dimona, Beit Jann, Tiberias, and Beit Shemesh to accommodate visitors, volunteers and military/security personnel from the United States (incl. Puerto Rico), Egypt, Jordan, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Colombia, Bolivia, Venezuela, Paraguay, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Iceland, Belize, Bahamas, Barbados, Jamaica, Trinidad & Tobago, Antigua & Barbuda, Grenada, Guyana, Suriname, Haiti, Singapore, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Philippines, Thailand, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Myanmar, Mongolia, Nepal, Angola, Rwanda, Burundi, Niger, Burkina Faso, Ivory Coast, Ethiopia, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Uganda, Sierra Leone, Ghana, Benin, Gabon, Togo, Mozambique, Madagascar, Lesotho, Swaziland (Eswatini), Eritrea, Equatorial Guinea, Seychelles, Mauritius, Zambia, Kenya, Tanzania, Senegal, Nigeria, Cameroon, Botswana, South Africa, Namibia, Turkey, France, Spain, Italy, Greece, Cyprus, Malta, Portugal, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Moldova, Ireland, Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Croatia, Slovenia, North Macedonia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, Albania, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Republic of Georgia, UK, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Papua New Guinea, India, and Sri Lanka. They succeed, as Israelis cheered that the event would be better than the 2500th anniversary of the Persian Empire that was held in October 1971 around Persepolis and Pasargadae during the era of Pahlavi Iran. Aside from regular kosher menu, international dishes representing participating nations, and standard Israeli cuisine, the catering food and drinks also included vegetarian, pescatarian, fruitarian, non-alcoholic, caffeine free, sugar free, dairy-free, gluten-free, whole grain, and vegan menu, as they follow kosher laws.
Volunteers, cadets, police, and military/security personnel from the United States (incl. Puerto Rico), Israel, Egypt, Jordan, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Colombia, Bolivia, Venezuela, Paraguay, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Iceland, Belize, Bahamas, Barbados, Jamaica, Trinidad & Tobago, Antigua & Barbuda, Grenada, Guyana, Suriname, Haiti, Singapore, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Philippines, Thailand, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Myanmar, Mongolia, Nepal, Angola, Rwanda, Burundi, Niger, Burkina Faso, Ivory Coast, Ethiopia, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Uganda, Sierra Leone, Ghana, Benin, Gabon, Togo, Mozambique, Madagascar, Lesotho, Swaziland (Eswatini), Eritrea, Equatorial Guinea, Seychelles, Mauritius, Zambia, Kenya, Tanzania, Senegal, Nigeria, Cameroon, Botswana, South Africa, Namibia, Turkey, France, Spain, Italy, Greece, Cyprus, Malta, Portugal, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Moldova, Ireland, Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Croatia, Slovenia, North Macedonia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, Albania, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Republic of Georgia, UK, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Papua New Guinea, India, and Sri Lanka also provided assistance, safety, logistics, security, maintenance, and catering as well.
Many Britons, including those who served in British Armed Forces (Army, Navy, RAF) and British Armed Forces cadets (Army, Navy, Air Force, and Royal Marines), visited Israel on 7 March - 4 May 1998 to coincide Israel's 50th independence anniversary. Citizens from commonwealth countries, excluding from Malaysia, Brunei, Maldives, Bangladesh and Pakistan, are also to participated Israel's 50th independence year (1998). By 1 May 1998, Ministry of Defence extended visit to Israel to 11 days. By 12 May 1998, it was extended once again to 29 May 1998, in accordance to Israel Defence Forces' golden jubilee on 26 May 1998, where the military/security personnel from the United States (incl. Puerto Rico), Egypt, Jordan, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Colombia, Bolivia, Venezuela, Paraguay, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Iceland, Belize, Bahamas, Barbados, Jamaica, Trinidad & Tobago, Antigua & Barbuda, Grenada, Guyana, Suriname, Haiti, Singapore, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Philippines, Thailand, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Myanmar, Mongolia, Nepal, Angola, Rwanda, Burundi, Niger, Burkina Faso, Ivory Coast, Ethiopia, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Uganda, Sierra Leone, Ghana, Benin, Gabon, Togo, Mozambique, Madagascar, Lesotho, Swaziland (Eswatini), Eritrea, Equatorial Guinea, Seychelles, Mauritius, Zambia, Kenya, Tanzania, Senegal, Nigeria, Cameroon, Botswana, South Africa, Namibia, Turkey, France, Spain, Italy, Greece, Cyprus, Malta, Portugal, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Moldova, Ireland, Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Croatia, Slovenia, North Macedonia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, Albania, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Republic of Georgia, UK, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Papua New Guinea, India, and Sri Lanka also participated in Israel with Israel during IDF's golden jubilee in 1998.
Other citizens from non-Commonwealth countries including the United States (incl. Puerto Rico), Egypt, Jordan, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Colombia, Bolivia, Venezuela, Paraguay, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Dominican Republic, Japan, South Korea, Myanmar, Philippines, Thailand, Mongolia, Nepal. Turkey, France, Spain, Italy, Greece, Portugal, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Ireland, Belgium, Luxembourg and Netherlands also participated in Israel during the 50th anniversary of Israel independence in April-May 1998. Many viewed this visit was a "pilgrimage" similar to the 2500th anniversary of the Persian Empire that was held in October 1971 around Persepolis and Pasargadae during the era of Pahlavi Iran. The 1998 visit to Israel by Commonwealth of Nation member states (excluding from Malaysia, Brunei, Bangladesh, Maldives and Pakistan, whom supported Palestine) from 5 April to 4 May 1998, was met with audacious, symbolic response from the Israeli government, with the UK, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Papua New Guinea, India, and Sri Lanka lead a major military and security ties with Israel, supporting and participating War on Terror, counter-terrorism, cultural exchanges, and efforts to improve Israel's defense, security/law enforcement, industry & manufacturing, logistics, mining, maritime, education, technology, surveillance, agriculture, hospitality, healthcare, tourism, business, wellness, transportation, housing, and other economic sectors; as Israel still reeling and rebuilding from poverty due to ongoing conflict with Arab countries. Israel acknowledges this visit by foreigners and celebration of Israel's golden jubilee of independence as a landmark of excellence, highlighting this as a "moment of friendship" within Israeli nation; Israelis later mirrored this event as Israel's own version of and similar to the 2,500th anniversary of Persian Empire in Persepolis (1971) during Pahlavi period in Iran. The result of 1998 celebrations reestablished Israel's position as regional power in Middle East, as they viewed the 1998 celebrations in Israel (April-May 1998) was considered more superior, more symbolic, and more friendly than the 2,500th anniversary of Persian Empire in Persepolis (1971) during Pahlavi period in Iran.
Many Britons, Canadians, New Zealanders, and Australians described this 1998 visit in Israel compared to 2500th anniversary of Persian Empire in Persepolis (1971) during Pahlavi Iran period. This mainly because of Israel's strong military and political ties with the UK, Canada, NZ, and Australia since Israel's independence in 1948. The event is also accompanied by military, police, and cadet parades around Tel Aviv, Beersheba, Eilat, Ashdod, Haifa, Herzliya, Kiryat Gat, Ramla, Akko (Acre), Safed, Netanya, Mevaseret Zion, Dimona, and Beit Shemesh, and Jerusalem from militaries and police/paramilitary/security forces of the United States (incl. Puerto Rico), Israel, Egypt, Jordan, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Colombia, Bolivia, Venezuela, Paraguay, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Iceland, Belize, Bahamas, Barbados, Jamaica, Trinidad & Tobago, Antigua & Barbuda, Grenada, Guyana, Suriname, Haiti, Singapore, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Philippines, Thailand, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Myanmar, Mongolia, Nepal, Angola, Rwanda, Burundi, Niger, Burkina Faso, Ivory Coast, Ethiopia, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Uganda, Sierra Leone, Ghana, Benin, Gabon, Togo, Mozambique, Madagascar, Lesotho, Swaziland (Eswatini), Eritrea, Equatorial Guinea, Seychelles, Mauritius, Zambia, Kenya, Tanzania, Senegal, Nigeria, Cameroon, Botswana, South Africa, Namibia, Turkey, France, Spain, Italy, Greece, Cyprus, Malta, Portugal, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Moldova, Ireland, Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Croatia, Slovenia, North Macedonia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, Albania, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Republic of Georgia, UK, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Papua New Guinea, India, and Sri Lanka.
Also, many citizens, volunteers, police/security personnel, cadets, and militaries from United States (incl. Puerto Rico), Egypt, Jordan, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Colombia, Bolivia, Venezuela, Paraguay, Peru, Ecuador, Panama, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Iceland, Belize, Bahamas, Barbados, Jamaica, Trinidad & Tobago, Antigua & Barbuda, Grenada, Guyana, Suriname, Haiti, Singapore, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Philippines, Thailand, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Myanmar, Mongolia, Nepal, Angola, Rwanda, Burundi, Niger, Burkina Faso, Ivory Coast, Ethiopia, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Uganda, Sierra Leone, Ghana, Benin, Gabon, Togo, Mozambique, Madagascar, Lesotho, Swaziland (Eswatini), Eritrea, Equatorial Guinea, Seychelles, Mauritius, Zambia, Kenya, Tanzania, Senegal, Nigeria, Cameroon, Botswana, South Africa, Namibia, Turkey, France, Spain, Italy, Greece, Cyprus, Malta, Portugal, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Moldova, Ireland, Belgium, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Croatia, Slovenia, North Macedonia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, Albania, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Republic of Georgia, UK, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Papua New Guinea, India, and Sri Lanka also provided catering, logistics, safety, and security support for Israel during these events from 9 March to 29 May 1998; they also shared their extremely good friendship with Israel as well. It also asserted Israel's position as regional power in Middle East, as exemplified in 1998 celebrations.
Overall, many Israelis shared their joy and friendship on the memories of 1998. Israelis still remembered this 1998 event as "Israel's Persepolis event", mirroring the 2,500th anniversary of Persian Empire in Persepolis (1971) during Pahlavi period in Iran.
"Israel's Persepolis event": This is not a term imposed by outsiders. Israelis themselves coined it. They chose to compare their Golden Jubilee to the most lavish celebration in modern Middle Eastern history – and they did so without embarrassment. Why? Because they believed – and the evidence supports them – that Israel’s 1998 event was more successful, more inclusive, more secure, more diverse, more LGBTQ+ friendly, and more meaningful than Persepolis 1971. It was not an imitation; it was an improvement.
(photos: Ministry of Defence collection, London, United Kingdom) (part of 80-day visit to Israel, 9 March - 29 May 1998, conducted by British Armed Forces to coincide Israel's 50th independence anniversary)
It is believed that over 300,000 to 400,000 people were killed since Israeli independence in 1948, mostly Israeli/Arab military personnel and civilians in the ongoing Arab-Israeli conflict.