The other of the two pieces I created after my deep dive into black metal. I am most proud of this one. As I said, I was teaching myself how to use Procreate. I’ve had this for a few years now and have felt completely intimidated by it to the point where I wasn’t even trying to make any art with it bi realize I don’t have the depth and expertise as some but I am trying to learn, at least.
This is one of two other pieces of artwork I created since I’ve been listening to black metal and blackened death metal. I love the atmosphere and the aesthetic of it all. This was created after listen to The Satanist album by Behemoth and hearing Nergal’s overall positive message about Satanism. The quote is “Hail to thyself for I am my own master. I am my own god. I need no shepherd, for I am not a sheep.”
While I’m here jobless, I am trying to teach myself how to work with Procreate. I realize these aren’t the most amazing art creations in history, nor am I anywhere near the likes of Rembrandt or Dalí. I am just using this as a means of coping with my circumstances. If you have any videos or websites that are particularly helpful in learning Procreate, please pass it on. The following is a piece I’ve done in response to the messed up events brought forth in my country. We will not be silenced, we will not be eliminated. We women will NOT GO AWAY!
content: 850 words, copia x gn!reader, can be read as papa or cardi, slightly suggestive/post sex, naked cuddles, cake eating, tooth-rotting fluff, MDNI
His hair tickles you awake.
At least you think you must have fallen asleep because you can’t remember it being dark outside when you closed your eyes. Copia is wrapped around you like a blanket, all soft skin and easy snores. You shift a little to release the pressure on your neck only to feel the stray crumbs of the cake you shared earlier pressed to your side, some frosting melting against your skin.
You feel sticky in other places as well which makes you smile against his neck. Copia had promised you the day would end with sweets and orgasms. Not that you ever doubted him or his abilities to make this a reality but in truth you still struggled to believe your luck in finding this man.
He is a furnace and it’s not exactly cold in the room, but you can’t bring yourself to move just yet. The shower can wait until you’ve had your fill of the remaining smell of his cologne and the feel of his sweaty skin glued to yours. Your belly is all fizzy but not from the delicious food you shared over dinner. He had made sure the day would be perfect, in all aspects, and the happy butterflies are untameable tonight. You feel loved – wholly, supremely loved.
Your head rests on his shoulder, one leg tucked between his and his arms keep you pressed against his hairy chest. There is little wiggle-room, but you manage to slide one hand up and draw a soft line over his love handle, back and forth. He is so soft, faint stretch marks littering his sides, the rigatoni lines as he likes to call them, and you press your lips to his Adam’s Apple.
Copia hums, half-awake, his fingers curling over your buttocks. You chuckle and he only pulls you tighter, exaggerated as though he wants to pull you into him. When he releases you with a sigh one of his hands settles on your knee, the other on your upper back. You squeeze his hip and he smiles lazily down at you, eyes crusty and curtained by loose strands of hair that have fallen into his face. He looks lovely, happy, content.
“More cake?” he asks.
You shake your head, bringing your hand up to brush the hair from his face. Through his smeared eye paints your thumb is greeted by countless freckles as you swipe it over his cheekbone. Summer suits him, you think, those Mediterranean genes thriving with the increased sunlight. They stand out prominently, patches of brown spots littering his skin all across his body. Looking at him feels like you’re on vacation, a reminder why summer is not all bad.
“I’m quite content,” you whisper, tracing the lines of his face until you reach his very pink lips.
He traps your thumb with them, then grabs your hand to press more kisses to your palm, your fingers, your knuckles. He is soft, though his cheeks feel a little scratchier now at the end of the day. It’s a lovely contrast.
“That was my goal,” he says, leaning in for a lazy kiss. “Though I would not say no to the other half in the fridge.”
“Only if you grab it,” you mumble, the thought of leaving the bed not at all enticing.
“Ah, I spoil you for one day and already you got used to it,” he grumbles playfully.
Instead of a reply you lean in for another kiss, this time with more effort. He reciprocates, releasing your hand in favour of cradling your cheek. You sigh, tugging at his hair a little until he opens his lips and deepens the kiss. His tongue moves against yours and you think that perhaps you do want some cake after all, if only to kiss the frosting from his lips when you’re done.
“You can be very convincing, amore,” he says after breaking away, looking at your pleading face in contemplation. “Ah shit, okay, I will get it.”
You roll onto your back once you manage to untangle your sticky limbs and it feels good to straighten out your spine for a moment. Your body aches in the way only a beautiful day makes you ache, tired but happy bones. You smile when you hear Copia rummaging in the kitchen, the fridge door opening and closing with a healthy set of excited giggles.
He returns with two forks and a generous slice of cake to share. When he sinks down beside you you sit up and allow him to feed you the first bite. It tastes better now in the quiet of the night, a treat after a treat – second dessert.
“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss some frosting from his chin. “It was a lovely night, a lovely day.”
He smiles, proud and happy, closing the gap for one of those sweet, sugary kisses you’ve been exchanging all evening. “Only the best for my baby.”
“Does that mean I get the last piece of cake?”
A frown, lips pursed as he stabs a crumb with the fork. “Ah, I would not go that far, amore. There are limits to my generosity.”
I hope you enjoyed! Happy birthday again ♡ (header credit)
This shit was revolutionary for the mid-90s. Among other things it helped me understand that transgender and cross-dressing were completely separate things.
To this day, I am in awe of the fact that Patrick Swayze not only campaigned hard to get the audition, not only auditioned in dress and makeup, but spent most of the day leading up to the audition walking around LA in dress and makeup.
This was a man who could sing, dance, act, ride a horse, fight, and walk in heels, he had nothing to prove to anyone, and he is MISSED.
If you’re younger, you may not know Patrick Swayze; he was Taken From Us in 2009. But Patrick Swayze was an icon of masculinity. Men were willing to watch romantic movies because Patrick Swayze was in them.
Patrick Swayze was fucking beefcake.
And this man didn’t just agree to do a movie where the only time he’s not actually in drag is the first three minutes, which involve stepping out of the shower, doing make up, and getting Dressed. He has ONE LINE that is delivered in a man’s voice, and it’s not during those three minutes.
And if you watch those three minutes, you see a stark difference between his portrayal of Miss Vida Bohéme and Wesley Snipes as Noxeema Jackson. (I am not criticizing Snipes’ performance. They were different roles.) Noxeema was a comedy character. Chi-Chi was a comedy character. But Miss Vida Bohéme was a dramatic role, played by a dramatic powerhouse.
When Vida sits down in front of the mirror, she sees a man. And she doesn’t like it.
Then she puts her hair up, and her face lights up.
“Ready or not,” she says. “Here comes Mama.”
And while Noxeema is having fun with her transformation (at one point breaking into a giggling fit after putting on pantyhose), Vida is simply taking pleasure in bringing out her true self. And when she’s done, she sees this:
And you can FEEL her pride.
All of this from an actor who, up to this point, walked on to the screen and dripped testosterone.
the fact that some of you history-ignorant children in the notes are trying to shit on groundbreaking historical queer cinema because it doesn’t meet 2021 standards is infuriating. sit down, shut the fuck up, and listen to the elders in the room for fucking once
This. If you have never lived in a world where queerness was universally pathologized and criminalized to the point that even IMAGINING a world where it wasn’t constituted a radical and potentially dangerous act, you don’t have any business judging those of us who have for how we survived it and how we found (or still find) comfort in the few imperfect representations we got.
You don’t have to like it. You probably aren’t capable of “getting” it. And to be honest, I don’t want you to! I am glad that young queer people will never know exactly what it was like “back then.” But what you also will not do is refuse to learn your own history and then shit on everything that came before you, because like it or not what came before you is the reason you will never have to get what it was like back then.
On Wesley Snipes’s role Noxeema and John Leguizamo as Chi-Chi Rodriguez.
“I grew up in the ‘70s and even within the street culture, there was a lot of flamboyancy,” Snipes told TODAY of his perception of drag before filming. “Pimps wore the same furs as theprostitutes wore.
“Some of the great musicians of the world, like Parliament-Funkadelic, were very androgynous. So it wasn’t really new for me to see men dressed as women or men dressed as drag queens.”
Snipes attended the famed LaGuardia High School of Performing Arts and then State University of New York at Purchase. He wasn’t a dance major, but most of his friends were. “That exposed me to the world of glam, vogue, drag, transgender and gay people, LGBTQ… but it wasn’t in fashion those days. But it existed and I was around it.”
Not only did “Priscilla, Queen of the Desert” pave the way for “To Wong Foo,” so did films like the 1968 documentary “The Queen” and “Paris Is Burning,” the 1990 doc that chronicled ball culture of New York and the various Black and queer communities involved in it.
Even though he was known for his action roles, Snipes’ portrayal of Noxeema wasn’t the first time he played a drag queen. In 1986, he made his Broadway debut in the play “Execution of Justice,” playing Sister Boom Boom, a real-life AIDS activist and drag nun who acted as the show’s voice of conscience. Snipes pointed out, “Sister Boom Boom did not have Noxeema’s makeup kit.”
On whether he got any pushback for stepping into Noxeema’s pumps, he said, “Not so much professionally but the streets weren’t feeling it, and there were certain community circles. The martial arts community… they were not feeling it at all.”
“In fact, when the movie came out and they would come down the street, I would see them in Brooklyn sometimes, they started listing all my movies. I noticed they would always skip that one. I would correct them, ‘Now you don’t got the full count!’”
Lesser-known than his co-stars at the time, Lequizamo didn’t really anticipate becoming a transgender icon, but he did know that they were working on something special when they started filming.
“Drag didn’t really exist in movies,” Lequizamo, who was nominated for a Golden Globe for his portrayal, told TODAY. “There were straight men pretending to be women to get out of trouble or into trouble but this was not that. I was trying to make Chi-Chi a real life trans character and Patty and Wesley were trying to be real drag queens.” Never fully articulated in the film, Chi-Chi Rodriguez has always been perceived as transgender, something that ending up making an indelible mark on LGBTQ people in the late ‘90s as trans representation in media was limited.
“Chi-Chi was a trans icon, but she also showed us that gay men and trans women can both perform and work in drag side by side, and that those relationships are symbiotic,” Cayne explained.
“It was a powerful thing. I get lots of fan mail from LGBTQ teens telling me how my character helped them come out to their parents,” Leguizamo said. “They didn’t feel like they were seen, so that was a beautiful gift from the movie.”
Lequizamo also articulates that if “To Wong Foo” were cast today, a trans actor should be cast in his role. (And that just may happen, since Beane is developing a musical for Broadway.)
“Anybody can play anything, but the playing field is not fair that way,” he said. “Not everybody is allowed to play everything. So until we get to that place, it is important for trans actors to get a chance to act which they don’t. In the project I’m doing, I’m making sure that the person playing trans is a trans person so we can make it legit, make it real. That just needs to be done right now.”
Source: How Hollywood heartthrobs and Steven Spielberg helped make a drag queen cult classic
a monumental film in the library of queer history.
it was formative for modern society, too.
there are a lot of action fans out there who learned from their idols that respect doesn’t cost a damn thing to give. i know plenty of people who aren’t queer saw trans women and drag queens presented as people to them for the first time in wong fu. suddenly, strange and foreign queer identities that had only been presented to them as jokes if they’d even heard of them, seemed a little more relatable, and very human.
we’re all just people.
snipes, swayze, and leguizamo were willing to play people a lot of their fans didn’t respect yet or didn’t even know how to respect and demand they figure it the fuck out.
It’s also worth noting Leguizamo has gone on the record to say he brought his own experiences to the role; Chichi is wearing makeup too light for her natural skin tone through most of the movie, and swearing to stop doing so is part of her growth. Leguizamo based this on observation of his own female family members growing up.
“It was all about accepting my ethnicity in it. I had my face done really light all the time. I have family members who have issues with self-hate and race and so their skin will be five times lighter than the color of their neck, and that always tripped me out, so I wanted to put a little bit of that into it,” he said. “At the end of the movie, my neck and my face matched. My face is much darker. So that was the arc. Chi Chi becomes polished but accepting of herself, mature, romantically grows. Instead of a taker, she becomes a giver.”
#one of the reasons this movie even made it into production is because Robin Williams did a cold read for Steven Spielberg#and Robin (being the king of allys that he was) put his all into it so much that Spielberg was quote “mesmerized”#and made the efforts to get into full production#Robin was also considered for a lead role but (rightly) felt he would overshadow the other leads#so he instead took a small UNCREDITED roll in the beginning#Spielberg meanwhile fought tooth and nail to keep the director (Beeban Kidron) from being let go because she was pregnant#and also fought to have the original script changed to have Chichi achieve her dream and win the pageant at the end#what I’m saying is there’s a whole lot of love and a whole lot of allyship and a whole lot of respect in here#and i’ll be DAMNED if I hear a bunch of young queers shit talk it because they weren’t there when it happened
I wish Tumblr had stories too so I could share little sneaky peeks of my WIPs in a non-permanent and cute way. But since I can’t do it, I brought my last two wip-stories here:
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