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Cover image: Crazy Fat Ethel II (1987)
EEEEEEK!! IT'S MORBID! IT'S MONSTROUS! IT'S... BAD REPRESENTATION! 🪦 Putting the phobia in fat-phobia?
For decades, fat characters in horror films have been treated as punchlines, monsters, and plot devices for moral punishment. This Halloween, we're resurrecting and dissecting them on our own terms. With your participation, I'm looking to curate a collection of costume photos and artist essays that will serve as a fun yet cathartic showcase of fat representation in horror films. While I love a spooky, bloody good time, I also aim to call out the anti-fat tropes and moral panic that many of these films originally promoted. Love a costume challenge? Get creative! Add your own spin on the character! Make it camp! Make it drag! Join me in bringing fat horror characters to the spotlight with all the style, flair, and respect they were originally denied.
Project description and guidelines under the cut. Final deadline is October 1st, 2026.
And speaking of Sophia Tolstoy, her diaries are just so depressing.
“I am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman. I try to suppress all human feelings. When the machine is working properly it heats the milk, knits a blanket, makes little requests and bustles about trying not to think […].“
She wrote this when she was 19, one year into her marriage to Leo and as she was pregnant with the first of his 13 children.
A few years later, when she was 25 or so:
“I am so often alone with my thoughts that the need to write in my diary comes quite naturally … Now I am well again and not pregnant—it terrifies me how often I have been in that condition. He said that for him being young meant “I can achieve anything”. For me […] reason tells me that there is nothing I either want or can do beyond nursing, eating, drinking, sleeping, and loving and caring for my husband and babies, all of which I know is happiness of a kind, but why do I feel so woeful all the time, and weep as I did yesterday? I am writing this now with the pleasantly exciting sense that nobody will ever read it, so I can be quite frank with myself […].“
During her 12th pregnancy she wrote about taking scalding baths and jumping from high pieces of furniture to try and miscarry. And at one point while reading her husband’s diary (which he told her to read) she found the sentence “There is no such thing as love, only the physical need for intercourse and the practical need for a life companion.” In her own diary she wrote “They ebb and flow like waves, these times when I realise how lonely I am and want only to cry…”
A few years before her husband’s death, she published a cycle of prose poems titled “Groans”, under the pseudonym “A Tired Woman”.
the most depressing quote from her diaries:
“I have served a genius for almost forty years. Hundreds of times I have felt my intellectual energy stir within me and all sorts of desires - a longing for education, a love of music and the arts… And time and again I have crushed and smothered these longings… Everyone asks, “But why should a worthless woman like you need an intellectual or artistic life?” To this question I can only reply: “I don’t know, but eternally suppressing it to serve a genius is a great misfortune.”
favorite word?
hmmm now that's a tricky question... There's so many words! I don't know if I have a single favourite but one that comes to mind randomly now that is quite good is жиже (zhi-zhe, it means less thick, about e.g. sauce or something)
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they fucking .. Thinged him!!
Welcome to the bear hotspring !
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they fucking .. Thinged him!!
i think being proud of where you come from is one of those things that becomes fun the more specific you get. like "proud to be english" bad rancid vibes. makes you sound like the kind of person who rants about immigrants. "proud to be from yorkshire" better vibes. i cannot deny the yorkshire cultural heritage. "proud to be from pocklington" absolutely fucking hilarious please never let anybody kill your pocklington pride.
i love the USA: weird vibes. dont trust that.
i love muskegon michigan: you are experiencing a kind of personal joy that i can and will not take from you
"One time a piano student asked me: 'Why play the piano if these days my tablet or smartphone can do it automatically better than me?'
He then showed me several apps that played music using scores.
I explained to him: 'Your cell phone always plays that Debussy score in exactly the same way. You, on the other hand, with your emotions and flaws, will never play the score the same way twice. You will not play the same way on a sunny day when you have just fallen in love as on a cloudy day when a relative has just died. Music is not just a score - you too are part of the music. Art includes you in the experience; your human imperfections are also part of the work.'"
- Nobuo Suzuki, Wabi Sabi: The Wisdom in Imperfection
Newest quilled sheath is coming along nicely! Pared with a bone handled longknife. Traditional quillwork embroidery by Stephanie and knife by Iron John of Iron Tree Forge
#traditionalcrafts #traditionalart #porcupine #quillwork #nativestyle #embroidery #leather #leatherwork #handmadeknife #longknife #longhunterknife #woodlandart #westernart #contemporyhistoricalknife #contemporymakers #contemporylongrifleassociation #flintlock https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn0QpIMsCZH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Antique pair of 19th century chimeric taps, part swan, part dolphin, and part bat, from France.
The heavily worn tunic of the Bernuthsfeld Man, patched out of 45 single pieces of cloth, 20 different fabrics in 9 different weaving patterns. 680–775 CE, Lower Saxony, Germany.
You can reverse the flow of Mako if you concentrate
“The Cat and the Porridge”, 1935, Yuri Vasnetsov
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