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Adam Styka (1890-1959)

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The Late Riser   -    Robert Schiff ,  before 1935.

Austrian , 1869 - 1935

oil on canvas

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Art Nouveau/Arte Nova

Aveiro/Portugal

fotos/photos cjmn

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Sometimes, when I'm just doing a bit of light TERF blocking to better curate my Tumblr experience, I stumble across a transphobic lesbian on her lil radfem blog writing shit like this:

... and I'm like... oh, you're so close to fucking getting it. So close, and yet so fucking far.

Transphobic gays and lesbians, I hope for your sake that you figure out sooner rather than later that you are not a human being to the people you're allying yourself with. You climbed into the cage with the face-eating leopards, and the only reason the leopard isn't currently eating your face is because it's chewing on ours. They are using you and you are next.

You are just a faggot to them. Just a fucking dyke. You are no different to them than I am. They think you're just as disgusting, just as perverse, just as wrong, and they're only hiding it long enough to play politics of divide-and-conquer. They do not see you as acceptable. You are just the problem they handle after they handle me and mine. You will never be more to them than that, and the only reason they tolerate you at all is because you are currently a useful tool for them.

You cannot protect yourself by licking the boot pressing down on your sibling's neck.

Fucking quislings.

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even when i am not posting, know that horrible sentences are raging within me

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I read Twelfth Night recently, and I didn’t at all enjoy Orsino’s pursuit of Olivia in spite of her mourning, but I’ve come up with an interpretation which I think works for me.

Duke Orsino as a gay man, trying to correctly perform heterosexuality.

His actions in courting Olivia aren’t right, but they’re driven by a desperation to present himself as a straight man. Plenty of men want to marry Olivia, so he thinks she’s the right direction to direct an attraction that doesn’t actually exist. He keeps courting her after she swears off all contact with men for seven years - because if he’s publicly courting a woman who won’t have anything to do with him, then he won’t have anyone questioning why he hasn’t settled down with a woman. That’s seven years of breathing space for him.

“If music be the food of love, play on” becomes Orsino trying to perform heterosexual infatuation in front of his court.

And then Cesario comes to court, and he’s a very attractive twink.

The rest of the play happens, and when it comes for Orsino to say he’ll “see [Viola] in [her] women’s weeds” he sounds… disappointed. He fell in love with a man, but that man is going to have to start presenting as woman. He feels he should be happy - he’s somehow fallen in love with a woman, he’s done what society expects of him - but he’s not. And Viola looks disappointed too.

Cut to the end of the play when Viola walks onstage in women’s clothing, both Viola and Orsino shake their heads in unison, Viola walks off again, to return in men’s clothes to their mutual delight.

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I've decided to make a masterpost of free and full adaptations:

Richard III: here's the 1955 one with Laurence Olivier, and here's the 1995 one with Ian McKellen. (the 1995 one is in english subtitled in spanish. the 1955 one has no subtitles and might have ads since it's on youtube)

Richard II: here is the BBC version

Macbeth: here's the 1961 one with Sean Connery. Here's the 1971 by Roman Polanski, with spanish subtitles. Here's the 1948 one with portugese subtitles and here the 2001 one). The 1969 version with Ian McKellen and Judi Dench is here and the 1966 BBC radio one is here.

Hamlet: The Kenneth Branagh 1996 Hamlet is here, the 1964 russian version is here and the 1964 american version is here. THe american version has a young Michael Caine and a young Christopher Plummer. THe 1964 Broadway production is here, the 1948 Laurence Olivier one is here.

Timon of Athens is here. Troilus and Cressida can be found here

Julius Caesar: here's the 1979 BBC adaptation, here the 1970 John Gielgud one

King Lear: Laurence Olivier once again plays in here. And Gregory Kozintsev, who was I think in charge of the russian hamlet, has a kng lear here. The 1975 BBC version is here.

Henry IV: part 1 and part 2 of the BBC 1989 version. And here's part 1 of a corwall school version.

Henry V: Laurence Olivier (who would have guessed) 1944 version. The 1989 Branagh version here.

Much Ado About Nothing: Here is the kenneth branagh version and here the Tennant and Tate 2011 version.

Twelfth night: here for the BBC, here for the 1970 version with Alec Guinness, Joan Plowright and Ralph Richardson.

The Tempest: the 1979 one is here, the 2010 is here.

Please do contribute if you find more. This is far from exhaustive.

(also look up the original post from time to time for more plays)

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If Fahrenheit 451 was an accurate prediction of the future, I personally believe Guy would have shared memes like this on Reddit through one of his giant fucking wall TVs

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fahrenheit 451 by rad bradbury // mobeen hakeem // vincent van gogh // virgina woolf // the secret history by donna tartt // alejandro casanova

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reblog to give the person you reblogged from the strength to complete The Task™

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Bryan Christie: 'Portraits' (2012)

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“no, no, he is dead / go to thy deathbed”

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zitkala-sa or red bird (1876-1938) was was a yankton dakota writer, editor, translator, musician, educator, and political activist. her later books were among the first works to bring traditional native american stories to a widespread white english-speaking readership. she was co-founder of the national coouncil of american indians in 1926, which was established to lobby for native people’s right to united states citizenship and other civil rights they had long been denied. when she was a child, she was taken to white’s indiana manual labor Institute, a quaker missionary boarding school in wabash, indiana. this training school was founded by josiah white for the education of “poor children, white, colored, and indian to help them advance in society.” she wrote about this in one of her books describing the misery of having her hertiage stripped from her and being forced to cut her hair.

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Popular Mechanics, June 1911

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[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all a very pleasant evening" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant passover". Next to bugs is a photo of a small stack of matzo and the cup of Elijah. ]

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Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.

It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.

On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.

I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"

That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.

Never.

These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.

And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.

Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.

You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.

But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.

That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.

It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.

Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.

Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.

Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.

They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.

But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.

I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."

(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.

Fucker.)

But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.

I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.

But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.

The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.

That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.

The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.

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Akram Zaatari, 1950s-60s, Saida, Lebanon