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trumpâs daca decision sparked several protests throughout america yesterday. pictures show protests in phoenix, denver, dc, baltimore, chicago and la. â
Weâll continue resisting because as LGBTQ folks, as immigrant folks, we have been resisting, since the day we have decided to live authentically and unafraid and unapologetically.
Monserat Padilla, trans woman living in Seattle and DACA recipientÂ
(Source: LGBT Immigrants Brace Themselves for DACAâs Devastating End, via Autostraddle)
So, yeah.
The world is so shit
She was handcuffed and viciously beaten to death on camera.
36 months.
And, from what I understand, the cop was out quite early on parole. Â Â
Wow. Ppl really think dog lives are worth more than black lives. Okay.
Someone should have brought up that Jethro the dog smoked pot a few times and listened to rap music.
Then his death would have been instantly justifiable.Â
The former Minneapolis police chief who thought Jamar Clark's shooting was completely justified expressed outrage after MPD officers shot two dogs.
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Edit: an anon said that âGame Faceâ is actually about Fallon Fox, a transgender woman.
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Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched âPoison Bootsâ and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chinoâs foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking âHow many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for meâ.Â
There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.
or the one where the bridge never came out for Javertâs suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out
best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere
During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well
Jesus screamed âJESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED MEâ.
Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadnât been adjusted.
So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).
This is wild from start to finish
I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hookâs mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went âYOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!â in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)
In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer nightâs dream, Thisbe didnât have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger
My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and sheâd get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com âzombie Julietâ and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.
i attended my countyâs performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so itâs not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actorâs workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show.Â
my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadwayâs The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.
in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one nightâs performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.
so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-
PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.
the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just canât recover from.
During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gastonâs introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?
Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.
The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.
Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store âą, Iâd finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.
Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didnât drop the it. Lefouâs actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gastonâs head. Cue laughter.
Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.
Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from itâs place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefouâs conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stageâŠfrom the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gastonâs gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.
Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. Heâs so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.
Sunday Night:Â Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.
Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesnât notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.
I was in Twelfth Night during high school and we were lucky enough to have identical twin girls playing Viola and Sebastian. Due to the blocking in the first half of the play, their characters didnât appear on stage together but rather almost consecutively one after the other for a majority of the first act.
It was awesome because when people saw the play and didnât know the girls were identical twins, it literally looked like it was one actor doing multiple, uber fast costume changes.
One of our first performances was for our peers and it was a big school so lots of people didnât know the twins. This - for some reason - was also the performance they chose to record.
Listening to the confusion of the audience during the playback was fantastic and completely topped by the moment Viola walked off stage left just as Sebastian walked on stage right and someone right beside the camera goes âOH WHAT THE FUCKâ so loudly it drowned out everything else.
The best thing? That was the copy of the play that was made available for purchase by family and parents. Haha.
Oh my god. I went to one of the Spiderman shows where he flew out above the audience and then got stuck and had to awkwardly hang there for about 10 minutes, but these stories are brilliant.
okay so, my senior year of high school and Iâm part of the stage crew for Peter Pan. Thereâs a scene where Hook and Smee are searching for Peter and the Lost Boys. Now the theater department at my high school isnât very well funded (in the southern USA, football is king), so the sets we managed to make were pretty kickass for the money we had. We had a structure painted like a big tree stump for the entrance to the Lost Boysâ hideout. You could climb to the top of it, but also go inside it through a trap door that we kept locked up during most of the play.
Itâs like our third show and everything has been going surprisingly well. Hook and Smee climb to the top of the âtree trunkâ, supposedly looking for Peter and not knowing theyâre standing above his hiding spot the whole time.
Turns out someone didnât close the trapdoor properly, because the second Hook steps on it, he plunges through the thing. Heâs able to catch himself, but heâs got his ass and one leg dangling through this hole where itâs like a ten foot drop to the ground. All of us stage crew are literally two feet away from him offstage, just gaping at him because???? Y'all this fall looked BAD. Looked like my dude did the splits in mid air. The whiplash caused his fucking wig to come off. The audience is dead silent, all of us backstage are dead silent, the director is like already looking up how to treat a broken groin.
The kid who was playing Hook was like a fuckin sophomore and he KILLED it. He gave himself a second to catch his breath, never broke character, just looked up at his castmate and growled âSmee, you fool, help me up!â. He ended up playing off the wig thing as an embarrassing comedic bit for Hook, and the play went on. He was completely fine. It was the best thing Iâd ever seen.
There was an infamous performance of the opera Don Giovanni where in the last act Giovanni was suppose to be dragged into hell via trapdoor but the overweight actor got stuck, leading someone from the audience to shout: âHey everyone, Hellâs full!!âÂ
I wish my buddy were around to tell this story, because he does it much better, having been there, but:
In college, L. was ASM for a small-theater production of an experimental new avant-garde play (I hear some of you cringing already). The dramatic climax was the tree that was the central focus of the set bursting into flames, Moses-and-the-burning-bush-like, an effect achieved, as in any sane theater production, by a lot of strategically placed flash paper. Every day since the set was completed, the director had been on the set designer and the SM to make the fire bigger! more dramatic! Because he was a douchebonnet. The set designer and the SM wisely kept telling him where he could shove it.
The play was a train wreck top to bottom. The script made no sense, the actors' hearts just weren't in it, the director was an incomprehensible megalomaniac.
Finally, on closing night, the director decided he was by god going to have his big! dramatic! fire!, common sense and the explicit instructions of his technical experts be damned. At some point (before the show? during intermission? No one's entirely sure), the director snuck onstage and doused the tree with lighter fluid.
He got his big fire, all right. And then, iirc, he got escorted off the premises by the police. No actors or technicians, thank fuck, were harmed.
i worry that the way we talk about stonewall decontextualizes the event itself - that saying âthe first pride was a riotâ implicitly disconnects the raid on stonewall from the fact that similar raids on gay bars had been happening for decades prior, and that lgbt activists had been actively resisting police violence all the while, at the risk of their lives and livelihoods and reputations.
police oppression of gay people did not begin in 1969, and gay resistance to police oppression did not begin with the stonewall riots. thatâs not to minimize the extreme importance of stonewall, of course, or the indelible contributions to our history and safety that were made by activists like sylvia rivera and marsha p. johnson and miss major griffin-gracy and stormĂ© delarverie. but they were standing on the shoulders of decades and decades of leaders and activists who had come before them, who had fought and died and endured total brutality at the hands of homophobic police.
gay bars, as much as they were allowed to exist in the decades prior to stonewall, were persistently targeted by undercover police officers and by violent raids. in los angeles, from the mid-1940s onward, the LAPD employed out-of-work actors to pretend to be gay and infiltrate these spaces, solicit men for sex, and then book them on charges of public indecency.
the police department would give these officers quotas to meet on a weekly basis - round up and jail a certain number of homosexuals, or else. frequently, they would arrest men simply for appearing gay, or for having the bad luck to walk through a park or use a bathroom known as a gay cruising spot. this policy was a cash cow like none other, because these men would always plead guilty, would always agree to pay hefty fines in order to settle the matter and keep it quiet and avoid having their reputations ruined.
and the police would stop at nothing to bully people into pleading guilty. it was commonplace for police to handcuff their charges, shove them into the backseat of their cruisers, and then drive in circles for hours, looping to the outskirts and back, intimidating and harassing them all the way. by the time they finally pulled up at the police station and booked their charges, they would be so shaken by the abuse theyâd just experienced that theyâd plead guilty without a second thought, cough up whatever money they could spare in order to go free.Â
in less extreme cases, police officers would simply verbally abuse the men theyâd arrested, but just as often, the officers would physically beat, sexually abuse, or rape these men. oftentimes, the sexual abuse and rape would be part of the arrest itself - an officer would solicit sex from a man, the man would turn him down, and the officer would force him into sex anyway and then report that the man had initiated it.
like, this was daily fucking life for lgbt people for decades before stonewall. and fledgling gay activists fought it with everything they had, early. in 1952, the los angeles mattachine society established the Citizens Committee to Outlaw Police Entrapment after one of their founders, dale jennings, was stalked home by an officer, sexually assaulted in his own bedroom, and then booked for public indecency. rather than simply plead guilty, jennings chose to contest the charges and take them to trial - a totally unprecedented move - with the aid of socialist lawyer george shibley. and the jury voted 11-1 for acquittal, and he walked free. in 1952. seventeen years before stonewall.
but this shit kept happening, everywhere, for decades - new york city didnât end its policy of police entrapment of lgbt citizens until the mid-1970s. and all the while, there was organized resistance. all the while, organizations like the mattachine society and street transvestite action revolutionaries fought back.Â
itâs super, super convenient for heterosexual society to claim that there was just one inciting incident, and one moment of spontaneous, courageous resistance, that sparked the gay rights movement as we know it today. but we canât fall into that trap. there were decades of brutal, violent police oppression, and there were decades of structured, well-organized resistance to that oppression.Â
for a long time, the gay struggle against police violence was the only fight there was. in the late 1940s, at the dawn of formal organization, nobody was agitating for their right to live openly as gay or avoid employment discrimination or get married or adopt children. the movement emerged in opposition to the systematized detainment and torture and rape of gay people by police.Â
and that is why lgbt people donât owe the police shit, and why any police department with the audacity to demand time and space in a pride parade needs to be met with loud, unequivocal resistance. not because of one raid or one riot, but because of decades and decades of unapologetic brutality.
Markcus D. Brown was stopped by Dayton police at the RTA bus hub on May 25 because he and his friends were wearing hoodies and saggy pants â a violation of RTA policy.
Irritated, Brown refused to provide identification so the cops took him to Montgomery County Jail, where he sat for nine days until his mom could arrange for a car title loan to pay the $150 bail.
He missed his job interview while he was in jail  and they also banned him from the hub and the buses. So now he wonât be able to find a job until he buys a car to take him to this job every single day. They have done nothing to be treated like that. They were âchosen by the policeâ just because they wore hoodies and saggy pants. Well, i guess they just donât care theyâre ruining someoneâs life.
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New 50ft statue âDignityâ that just went up in South Dakota
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Since its installation in 2016, Dignity has wowed visitors from across the globe. Some knew what they were searching for, unsurprising since word has spread across the country about South Dakotaâs newest sculpture since its installation. Some saw Dignity from the road and quickly pulled off to investigate. Some came looking only for a rest stop and found themselves mesmerized by Dignityâs quiet grace. Whatever the reason, Dignity leaves an impression on visitors. Her gaze will never break and her beauty â and message â will be celebrated for generations. Dignity stands proudly with an air of peace and tolerance, inviting you to join her in taking in a sweeping view of the Missouri River and the beautiful South Dakota landscape.
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Consider this: instead of telling me Iâm not chubby when I obviously am, maybe acknowledge it in a positive way? When I causally mention my chubbiness, the last thing I need is âyou arenât chubby! Stop saying that about yourself!â Because that means you very obviously see chubby as a bad thing and that isnât how you make chubby people feel better for themselves
Our goals arenât to get skinny. Our goals are to accept who we already are.
it saddens me that people are often shocked to hear me describe myself as fat. just that simple word, fat. not big-boned, not hefty, not A Heavyset Gentleman. just fat.
darlings, i am nero wolfe levels of fat, and thatâs okay. itâs not verbotten. itâs not taboo.
refusing to acknowlege fatness enforces shame culture. i decline to involve âguiltâ and âsinâ concepts with nourishment â that thing where youâre supposed to perform a little mea culpa every time you eat a potato chip or a scoop of ice cream? creepy! â and life is too short to waste not accepting myself.
i guess iâll accept âportlyâ though, because it sounds comically dignified. :D
One of my classmates used to say, "You're not fat. You're pleasantly plump." i believe she meant to be reassuring, but it's one of the most backhanded "compliments"Â IÂ ever received, and it always left me feeling faintly slimy.
It's a phrase that sets up a lot of gross body policing and tells fat folks that our worth is measurable by our attractiveness to skinny folks, like, "It's okay to be fat as long as us skinnies still find your body pleasing." It also insinuates but will not admit to the existence of other people, the ones who you decide actually are fat, and who are... not pleasant? By extension, that can establish a foothold for anxiety and paranoia in fat folks with low self-esteem: am I maintaining the optimal weight for maximum "pleasantness"? Do I weigh too much to be "pleasant" now?
This just in: fat people exist for our own sake, not for the aesthetic gratification of others.
Nature hearts.
Vera Rubin, the woman who discovered the first evidence of dark matter, has died at 88
Vera Rubin, the astrophysicist responsible for confirming the first existence of dark matter, died on Sunday night at the age of 88.
Carnegie Institution president Matthew Scott called Rubin âa national treasure as an accomplished astronomer and a wonderful role model for young scientist.â
Rubin and her colleagues observed galaxies in the 1970s, they learned the motion of stars is a result of a âmaterial that does not emit light and extends beyond the optical galaxyâ â also known as dark matter.
Swiss astrophysicist Fritz Zwicky proposed the idea of dark matter in 1933, but Rubinâs groundbreaking work subsequently led to the confirmation of the material.
This finding is what led to the discovery that 90% of the universe is made up of dark matter, a finding some colleagues felt was overlooked and deserving of a Nobel Prize. Read more
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Very Rubin: July 23, 1928 - December 25, 2016
Just so everyone knows Mike Penceâs website has been hacked and its wonderfulÂ
OHMYGOD GO TO THIS BEAUTIFUL WEBSITE IMMEDIATELY WHOEVER MADE THIS PLEASE ACCEPT THIS VIRTUAL HIGH FIVE
Sadly, this isnât a hack of Penceâs real website. The spoof site is still soooo beautiful. Give it a look anyway.
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Thatâs my buddy Mike.Â
For those who need context, thatâs Mike Godwin, who coined the first widespread âlawâ of the Internet (appropriately named Godwinâs Law). The law states, âAs an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Hitler approaches 1.â It was meant to point out how poorly discussions on Usenet threads tended to fare after theyâd been going for a while because eventually someone invoked Hitler or the Nazis. The discussions could be about any topic: computer code, or types of cheese, or a television showâit didnât matter; eventually, someone would say that the people on the other side of the discussion, or the subject of the discussion, was âjust like Hitler.â At that point, thanks to the burgeoning fame of Mikeâs new law, people could point out how ridiculous the argument had become (e.g. no, George Lucas was not a Nazi just because he didnât want people to write Star Wars slash fiction), and once that happened, the argument was over, and the party or parties who had brought up Hitler lost by default.
Godwinâs Law has been the definitive âlast wordâ on Internet discussions since it was coined in 1990. But here is Mike Godwin himself, pointing out that we now live in a world where contemporary global sociopolitical discussion is exempt from his law.
I wish I could laugh.