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iwtv continues to be so smart in its portrayal of memories and trauma, the way lestat’s memories of his family are so obnoxiously loud, everyone’s screaming all the time for no reason and everyone’s acting like caricatures, like an actual assault on the senses, as if lestat’s mind is filled with unbearable noise every time he thinks about them. lestat’s memories coming at him all fragmented and loud and violent, attacking him and beating him into submission as he desperately tries to escape them is such an interesting contrast to how louis would carefully weave a thread of his past pretending the glaring holes in it weren’t there
Where was Lestat keeping his copy of iwtv for the entire duration of the show? Does he keep it on his person at all times? He's strapped on all occasions just by chance he runs into his ex husband ???
Reminder from someone who was there, "queer is a slur" discourse just was not a thing in this century until about 2013, when TERFs here on Tumblr started astroturfing it and insisting that "gay" was the required inoffensive term.
They'd go through the tags and search, and just attack anyone who used the word queer -- reblogs, asks, they'd keep repeating what they wanted to sell until people forgot it wasn't the truth. One minute it was "oh we're not saying you can't use it for yourself but you're evil to use it for anyone else" and the next minute it was "how dare you use it for yourself".
That was a coordinated campaign for trans exclusion, a first big step in the extreme transphobia we're dealing with now; it caught bi/pan and aro/ace queers in the crossfire, and that sure wasn't a drawback for its proponents either. They wanted (and still want) only cis, allo, gold star gays and lesbians to be the acceptable not-straights.
Like OP says, "queer studies" has been the polite, respected, academic term for over forty years. The people who oppose it, oppose it because they want to gatekeep our identities. Fuck that noise.
I just saw a short where this comedian Red Richardson (don't know anything about his comedy or politics otherwise, I've never seen him before) touched on something I have said many times...
"in the age of no body shaming, there is still one thing you're allowed to body shame apparently, and that is men with small dicks. Greta Thunberg was arguing on Twitter with a guy called Andrew Tate, who is on house arrest in Romania, for sex trafficking. Do you know what she said? 'you have small dick energy'. She could have said 'Andrew, you're on house arrest, in Romania, for sex trafficking' but apparently on the list of crimes that rates below having a small dick."
Small dick jokes have always been body shaming, sexist and intersexist. They shouldn't be tolerated
I get into fights with people about this all the time! They're like "This isn't body shaming!" which is wild because the penis is a body part and you're asserting the size and shape of it is shameful.
Then they're all like, "Well, no, I'M not saying that it is. I'm using THEIR MINDSET to insult them." Babe, you are using the notion that the shape of someone's body makes them a bad person. That's body shaming. Whether it originates with them or with you, you are using the tool of the oppressor. The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house.
Highly recommend picking up the silliest easy-to-read book you can find from a library app when you are having insomnia, because then you wake up thinking things like "I'm going to be so disappointed if that killer clown is just a guy in a costume...." and for a while you're not even sure if it's because you read a book or that's just an INSANE dream you had.
I should be doing more to appreciate the lack of marvel movies in today's popular culture. I once yearned for marvel movies to have this level of irrelevance. They used to feel almost ozymandian, like an empire that had no beginning and no end. and now tony stark iron man is naught but two vast and trunkless legs of stone.
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Why the fight against anti-Semitism matters for every Australian.
I grew up in Sydney. Like so many Australian children, I remember singing songs about our beautiful country in kindergarten. Some of my most cherished early memories are long summer afternoons with family and friends on the Bondi shore.
I grew up in Sydney. Like so many Australian children, I remember singing songs about our beautiful country in kindergarten. Some of my most cherished early memories are long summer afternoons with family and friends on the Bondi shore.
Bondi was not just a destination. It was childhood. It was family. It was freedom. It was Australia.
Almost every day, I catch myself hoping it has all been a terrible mistake. That I will wake and discover none of it was real. That my father will walk through the door and everything will go back to how it was.
But it won't.
My father, Reuven Morrison, came to Australia from the former USSR, where Jewish life was suppressed and hidden. Australia was something entirely different: a land where you could live openly and proudly as a Jew.
He loved this country. He loved Australian mateship. He loved the way people looked out for one another. He loved the belief that wherever you came from, you could build a life here and belong.
To have his life taken while he celebrated his heritage at Bondi is a wound our family will carry forever. But the Bondi massacre did not take one life. It took 15.
Fifteen Australians who woke expecting an ordinary day. Fifteen people with families waiting for them to come home. Fifteen people with plans, dreams, responsibilities and futures.
When we speak about Bondi, I hope we never reduce it to headlines, statistics or political talking points. For the families of the victims, Bondi was not a news story. It was the moment life split into before and after.
One of the reasons the "One Mitzvah for Bondi" campaign has moved me is that it recognises something we too easily forget: our loved ones should be remembered not only for how they died, but for how they lived.
When Australians perform an act of kindness in their memory, they do more than honour the people we lost. They ensure that hatred does not have the final word.
The word mitzvah is often translated as "good deed." It means more than that. Mitzvah means connection.
When we do something good for another person, we create a bond between ourselves and someone else. We step outside our own needs and become part of something bigger.
Perhaps that is the lesson our society needs most. We live in an age that tells us to look inward, to chase what feels good, to seek the quick reward.
Yet the deepest meaning we ever find comes from the opposite direction. It comes from caring for others, from building families, communities and a society where people feel seen, valued and safe.
My father understood that. All his life he looked for ways to help others, whether family, friends or complete strangers. He wanted to leave every situation better than he found it.
In his final moments, that instinct did not leave him. When terror arrived at Bondi, he did not think of himself. He tried to save the people around him. That is who he was.
It is also who so many Australians are. There are many lessons to take from Bondi. One stands above the rest. We need each other.
Australia has always been made up of people from different cultures, faiths and perspectives. That diversity is not a weakness. It is one of our greatest strengths. We do not have to agree on everything. We do have to remember that we share this country.
I believed Bondi would be a turning point. That, after seeing the consequences of unchecked hatred, we would say together: enough.
The answer is not more division. The answer is choosing each other. Conversation over condemnation. Curiosity over assumption. Humanity over ideology.
That is the work I now share with the Combat Antisemitism Movement, alongside Australians of every background. Our focus is fighting anti-Semitism, but the larger aim is a society where every person can live as who they are, without fear.
I believed Bondi would be a turning point. That, after seeing the consequences of unchecked hatred, we would say together: enough. Yet half a year on, polarisation is only growing.
The greatest tribute we can offer the victims of Bondi is not only to remember them. It is to build the country they deserved to grow old in. A country where difference is not punished. Where communities stand beside one another. Where hatred is confronted before it becomes violence.
Despite everything, I still believe in that Australia. The Australia of neighbours helping neighbours. The Australia of mateship. The Australia that refuses to let hatred define who we are.
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