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Three Goblin Art
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happy pride month for it/its users, polyamorous people, xenogenders, non-transitioning trans people, and other "weird" identities. btw
RĆŻĆŸe jsou rudĂ©,
historie barevnĂĄ,
SbĂrka na provoz archivu SpoleÄnost pro queer pamÄĆ„
ZdravĂm ve spolek, jsem tady s informacĂ o moĆŸnosti podpory spolku SpoleÄnost pro queer pamÄĆ„, kterĂœ se jiĆŸ mnoho let vÄnuje archivaci a zkoumĂĄnĂ zkuĆĄenosti queer lidĂ v ÄeskĂœch zemĂch. KromÄ veĆejnÄ (a ÄĂĄsteÄnÄ i online) pĆĂstupnĂ©ho archivu majĂ takĂ© muzeum, natĂĄÄĂ rozhovory s pamÄtnĂky a provĂĄdÄjĂ rozliÄnĂ© populĂĄrnÄ nauÄnĂ© akce jako jsou tematickĂ© prochĂĄzky po Praze. JednĂĄ se o jedinou organizaci v ÄR, kterĂĄ se takovĂ©to Äinnosti ve vÄtĆĄĂm rozsahu vÄnuje.
ProÄ vĂĄm ale o tomto spolku - kromÄ toho ĆŸe jsou fajne a majĂ zajĂmavĂ© vÄci - ĆĂkĂĄm? BohuĆŸel vzhledem k tomu, jakĂĄ vlĂĄdne politickĂĄ sitiace, pĆiĆĄel spolek o veĆejnou podporu ze strany jak vlĂĄdy, tak magistrĂĄtu hl. m. Prahy. V tuto chvĂli proto na sluĆŸbÄ Donio spustili sbĂrku na roÄnĂ nĂĄjem v objektu, kde celĂœ archiv a muzeum pĆŻsobĂ.
Pokud tedy mĂĄte nÄjakĂ© drobnĂ© v kapse (a nebo si chcete snĂĆŸit vymÄĆovacĂ zĂĄklad danÄ v pĆĂĆĄtĂm daĆovĂ©m pĆiznĂĄnĂ a nebo nejlĂ©pe oboje), byl bych vĂĄm za podpoĆenĂ tohoto spolku vdÄÄnĂœ. SĂĄm se v nÄm neangaĆŸuji, pouze vyuĆŸĂvĂĄm jeho archivu a pĆijde mi ĆĄkoda, abychom o tento jedinĂœ archiv ÄeskĂ© queer historie pĆiĆĄli.
DĂky, Krchov.
PodpoĆte uchovĂĄnĂ historickĂ©ho dÄdictvĂ, sbĂrek a archivu LGBTIQ+ lidĂ a jejich pĆĂstupnost. SpoleÄnost pro queer pamÄĆ„ byla zaloĆŸena v roce
This came up on my Pinterest feed the other day and I was like 'oh is this a diy craft thing?' and then it wasn't.
No matter how many time I see this guy Iâm always shocked at what he makes. Iâve never once come close to guessing the end product.
sanrio characters have a secondary sociatal function of being used as symbols and shortcuts for innocence, childiness and naivity, which makes putting them in traumatic, grown up and hellish scenarios particularly effective for evoking the image of a teenager that has to deal with depression, drugs and other issues they are illequipped to this early in life. now hear me out. putting Hatsune Miku in incresingly absurd and surreal situations is the same phenomenon in a different font. my theory being she's being utilised by people who were promised a future world that no longer exists, who cannot help but marvel at the idioticy of the reality they now have to deal with, realising nothing was ever under control and nothing ever was meant to make sense. in this essay i did
sanrio is emo while hatsune miku is ska
Shipping Markiplier's guy from Iron Lung with Ryan Gosling's guy from Project Hail Mary is a great example of a crossover ship that is not, per se, a crack ship.
These two never met and the stories they are from are not technically all that compatible (Grace is trying to stop the stars from going out, Simon exists in a far-future society where they already did), and yet, the themes and circumstances of the characters do create the irrefutable impression that if they ever DID meet then they would have a whole lot of feelings about it. They would not, indeed could not be normal about each other without that seeming weirder than if they had sex about it.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and itâs not to watch the shoppers. See, we canât actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didnât exist in my household. Itâs normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
âWhat the hell, Iâll take another,â says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. Heâs not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. Heâs not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadnât spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldnât have spent any. I go home. I donât own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.Â
Iâm not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlandoâs walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (âcast membersâ) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even âfaceâ characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
i do have to say that no matter how shitty any sort of media is or how shitty your own creations are. always remember
general relativity for babies
babies? Hell, Iâm an adult this is the clearest and most understandable explaination Iâve ever seen. This book is for anyone
ZKOUĆ KA SIRĂN!
ZkouĆĄka sirĂ©n, zkouĆĄka sirĂ©n, prĂĄvÄ probĂhĂĄ zkouĆĄka sirĂ©n!
they killed him for this
its on Erid, long after Grace and Rocky figure out how to hug and snuggle. Eridians dont really do full hugs like humans because then you can hear everyone's internal organs that close so its a little weird, maybe tapping/hand holding is the usual affection. Everyone assumes the constant cuddling is purely for Grace's human needs benefit, and while Grace obviously does love and need the touch, Rocky being driven to space madness and having every form of ptsd means he is equal if not more in need of constant full body hugs because he likes feeling how alive Grace is.
So random Eridian scientists are talking to Grace and are like, absolutely no disrespect intended, but very interesting Rocky overcame the cultural weirdness and sensory disgust of "hugs" and does them despite no benefit to himself because he cares for your needs! Its sweet!
Grace: actually Rocky freaks out if he cant press himself against my lungs and heart through the thinnest xenonite possible until he can hear every muscle cell in my body moving at least once a day.
Scientist: ok cool so hes kind of a total pervert then okay
Youâre completely correct. Out of my way, able-bodied losers. Fuck you.
I forget how much of the X-Men movie verse is just
Charles: my old friend, my love, we could have retired to a house by the sea where no one knows us and I would have kissed you in the sunshine and tenderly fed you fresh fruit every day for breakfast had shit not gotten real. Please reconsider your decision to kill us.
Erik: I still dream of that house by the sea and making love to you every night and bringing you your tea made just how you like it every morning, my love, my old friend. I'm gonna kill you now.
I can't quite explain it, but Clue (1985), The Princess Bride (1987), Galaxy Quest (1999), and Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) are all the same genre
Yes! You get it!
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as âproblematicâ in class and our professor was like, âThatâs cool, but âproblematicâ doesnât really mean anything. It means that the thing youâre describing has a problem, and in and of itself thatâs not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else itâs not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like youâre trying to say that this is bad, but you donât want to say âbad.â Is that right?â
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the âbadâ thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, âIâm uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.â
Once we stopped calling things âproblematicâ and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, âthatâs racistâ or âthatâs misogynisticâ or âew capitalism grossâ out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, âUhhh... Iâm not sure whatâs so bad?â and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I canât help but think of this professor being like, âGood starting point, now letâs get specific.â I think when we have to commit to saying âthatâs ___â it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever weâre claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes itâs art, and it should be full of problems, because thatâs what art is.
#'this is present in the text' is often a good first step #but those second and third ones (naming it; describing its function) are vital (via @elucubrare)