#David Kato

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Queer history fact: David Kato is considered the father of the queer movement in Uganda and the first openly gay man in Uganda. He was also well-known in international politics for his work in his country.

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CALL ME KUCHU (2012) dir. Malika Zouhali-Worrall & Katherine Fairfax Wright In Uganda, a new bill threatens to make homosexuality punishable by death. David Kato - Uganda's first openly gay man - and his fellow activists work against the clock to defeat the legislation while combating vicious persecution in their daily lives. But no one, not even the filmmakers, is prepared for the brutal murder that shakes the movement to its core and sends shock waves around the world. (link in title)

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4'33'', by John Cage, is commonly remembered as 4 and a half minutes of silence. But contrary to popular belief, the song is not actually meant to be the sound of silence, but the sound of quiet. Ambient noises contribute to - and consist of - the performance. True silence does not exist. If one tilts their head right, the whole world sings. and, with that said, a playlist.

yeah, this one's a doozy. hi, cubewatermelon and co. miss me?

rhetorical question. don't answer that.

A few nitty-gritty things out of the way, first. this is specifically intended for the 2018 mod team for the sleepless domain fans discord server, primarily cubewatermelon/mary cagle. Folks who knew me are welcome to look on, but I'm not going to do much to catch people up to speed. hi, everyone! hope you're well!

I also might be a bit disjointed or biased in my recollection. For reasons that will be made clear extremely soon, I can't put my childhood on a linear timeline. I can only express myself, and hope I don't mess it up horribly this time.

Noooowww to the big stuff. re: stalking; i genuinely didn't mean to stalk anyone, and when they told me to back off, i backed off. I am not willing to discuss this further. not being able to conceptualize other people's emotions or the consequences of my actions has caused some problems for me

that's an autism thing btw. im autistic i dont think i told anyone that

And now, the special guest you've all been waiting for: a big round of applause for the elephant in the room! In accordance with the WMA Declaration of Tokyo, the deliberate overprescription of psychotropic medication is a form of pharmacological torture. Most victims of pharmacological torture and experimentation are children, because it is nigh-impossible to sue for brain damage when there is no fully-formed adult brain for comparison prior to the abuse.

Torture is a strong word, but I don't have another word to use. psychiatric abuse usually describes mistreatment in psychiatric wards; pharmacological abuse describes a patient who takes advantage of a prescription; medical abuse is when a doctor (usually physically) abuses their patient. Being able to understand what happened to you is a form of agency, and I don't even have the words. I identify as a torture victim; this may change.

This high dose was precedented and legal, but the vaginal stretching of intersex infants is also legal. much involuntary psychiatric & psychotropic treatment (such as restraints and solitary confinement) are legal, and child marriage is legal. abuse is not abnormal: it is profoundly normal. Because something is normal, legal, and precedented does not prevent it from being torture.

and when your mother hands you a poison apple and says "here, eat this; it will be good for you; i hope someday you'll forgive me" you have to eat it, because you are eight years old and you don't get to argue with your mother. despite all this, I don't blame my aunt for refilling the high dose. when I said the dose was hurting me, she listened. (thank you, auntie. i wouldn't have gotten out without you.)

And this brings us to you. oh, you four. (five? i forget myself!)

I'd like to establish some context. I was used to things getting taken from me. friend groups in particular: I didn't expect to keep any friends, because I constantly expected to have to pack up and move on. I moved a lot in my childhood, and in Africa, i was constantly told that at some undetermined point in the near future, i'd have to go back to the states. living with my aunt was a temporary thing, i was expected to eventually move back in with my parents at some undetermined point in the future. I relied heavily on online friends because they were people I could have anywhere, so online communities were my only lifeline - not to mention, i was basically in solitary confinement while in Kenya.

Most of all, I was terrified of my mental health/actions being exposed, examined, found lacking, and ultimately excluded. (this is why i was so afraid of psychiatric wards.) When you decided something had to be done about me - cutting me off from the server so i had to speak with you - It was either comply with your demands to communicate (which I could not, and did not understand why) or lose the community. I was so, so afraid of you i wanted to die when you all confronted me, and of course i couldn't say that, because only manipulative people would say "your attempt to solve this problem makes me want to seriously hurt myself."

But then I got called manipulative anyway <3 yay <3

Seriously: I wasn't trying to manipulate anyone, and i have no idea how you can manipulate someone without intention. (ah, that felt good to say!) Between medication spellbinding, alexithymia, and prior abuse, all my thoughts were so disordered i genuinely couldn't explain myself most of the time. Looking back, I have no childhood memory where I was fully lucid. I leaned into a manic persona because it was the only way I had any agency at all. I was something beyond both reason and self-recognition, and I willingly tried to brute-force my way through an extreme trauma response to please you. And you still hit me with my worst nightmare. that's why i was mad at you lol

I was so, so afraid, all the time, and I didn't even have the tools to understand I was afraid. How could someone as confident and impulsive as me be so fearful all the time? Was that manic persona freedom? Or was it a longer leash?

(Forgive my impulse toward rhetoric. I shouldn't ask questions you can't answer.)

I also couldn't say how badly i was hurting, because that would be venting, but you also accused me of venting when I was just talking about my day? or what was on my mind? I didn't understand that very well. autism moment, don't bother explaining it now. I also couldn't burden people with my actual mental health problems, because making strangers deal with that would be toxic! I resent you for setting up a system where it seemed safest not to speak and then punishing me for my inability to communicate. I resent every system that set me up for failure and punished me for failing, including yours.

And yet - I know that was not your intent! I can see in retrospect how hard you tried to be kind using the tools you had. The people with power over me, who genuinely did not want to do me harm and gave me multiple second chances, still upheld and facilitated the systems that tortured me; a miniature parody of the psychiatric system. (talk therapy and communication are useless if you struggle with self-awareness.) The same is true for the source: No person in my psychiatric treatment wanted me to suffer, and yet, here I am: a torture victim without a torturer. (except my parents, sort of.)

The logical conclusion, then: the system only intends to heal those who are already compliant, or prioritize compliance. The rest of us are treated to induce compliance, and if we still cannot, we are sequestered away. My medicine made me sick, and my prescribers made money off of keeping me sick - off of my torture. This is not a conspiracy: it is my lived experience.

However, even if i could communicate perfectly, we still would have had massive communication issues. Like - you know that one page where ben and steffi talk about dating, and ben says he thought steffi was gay? and steffi gets super defensive and it escalates into a screaming fight? I found that offensive, because a character getting that offput by the concept of not liking men (or a man) is kind of lesbophobic! But I understood that it would be a pain to redraw/write the page so they they fight about something else, don't fight, or some other solution, so i didn't need it to be fixed - just wanted to point out that was a reasonable interpretation, and one to be aware of in the future. but somehow my concerns got interpreted as a phrasing issue…? like, Ms. Cagle rewrote the page to say "weren't into guys" instead of "gay"..? You were very polite about it, Ms! But I found this interaction so baffling I didn't even try to correct it. that… wasn't what i said…

frankly we should bring back mildly homophobic steffi. twas narratively appropriate (<- different essay for a different time)

but yeah the whole communication operation was doomed from the start. rip!

The issue was always my inability to communicate, but my meds made it nigh-impossible to understand what I was feeling, and when I did, expressing myself could get me institutionalized. My suffering was inevitable but always, somehow, my fault. Awesome! *disintegrates into a pile of sand*

I cannot deny I was a girl like a box of matches waiting to be struck. You had no choice but to do as you did. But is it really what you ought to have done? (On this, I have no answer. I hope you have one that satisfies you.)

(that was genuine, by the by. i've spent a lot of time pondering this mess, and I still haven't found the "right" answer. I don't think there is one - though action or inaction, there is no version of this story where I don't suffer. I can only hope it was worth it. wait, hold on *adds the omelas child to my Kin List*)

Nor can I deny making my previous open letter in a small attempt to 'get back' at you - i'm not above that. lord knows i'm not innocent. but i really was trying to channel that rage into something productive. unfortunately i was doomed to fail because i didn't know what i meant. if you showed me that letter now, you'd hear a lot of "what? I don't know why I said that" "i have no idea why i would complain about something so minor" etc. You can disregard all that. This is what I was trying to say. the obsession, the trauma, the projection: all of it. So much of my obsession was talking around an issue i couldn't identify.

(meguka image) I know now

I knew I would be traumatized by this whole situation. I saw it coming and i could do nothing to stop it. But Gear was crucial to deciphering all this - in fact, suddenly thinking about her last year prompted me to really dissect my medical situation and realize i was tortured. I couldn't have done it without her. cassie & maggie, against the world.

Gear scans surprisingly well as a victim of long-term torture, actually. I don't think you meant to do that but good job!

speaking of her - i still don't think she's consistently suicidal. she's a real cockroach of a character, and I love her for it! But sometimes, i want to die and i want to live mean the same thing, because they both mean i need to get out of here. Imo, her thought processes and desires frequently contradict themselves, like mine did. and making your favs kill themselves in increasingly gruesome ways is really fun catharsis!

But please don't take this to mean I consider myself - or Gear - blameless. I love her because she's not blameless, because she's cruel for fun, because she'd rather be wicked than helpless. Like knows like. What I mean to say is, as of 2018, there is a black space between little Margret and Gear, and I saw all the signs of something very, very bad happening in that space. I know because I shared that space. what I mean to say is, teenage girls don't go out of their minds over nothing. Everything I made here is just an expression of what I heard in the narrative's silences.

and thus my biggest apprehension around revisiting the comic. knowing the author and I have such fundamentally different experiences with mental health - what if the signs of torture i picked up on weren't intended, or i completely made them up? what if, in the parts i haven't read yet, there's information that uproots my entire interpretation, or berates her for refusing mental health services that hurt me profoundly? how do you reconcile that a character so crucial to deciphering yourself may not be anything like you at all? I Don't Know. Shitpost, probably

You're welcome to share those shitposts and whatnot by the way. Creating this let me put down years of hurt, and i hope it relieves you, too. I don't need to go back on the server, or forgiveness, or anything besides understanding. consider this a peace offering. the terms are yours.

Despite writing nearly 10k words, I still probably missed something or was callous or whatever. Self-expression and self-understanding are… new to me. My apology may be understated, but please take it as I meant it, with utmost sincerity. My askbox is open, and I'm more than happy to discuss antipsych resources, KB, What The Hell Is Wrong With Gear, artistic choices made in this comic, etc. I'm even down to reconnect on discord! Maybe. Uh, I'm conflicted. I reserve my right to not want to talk, be slow in responding, and so on, as should you. we've no obligations and all the time in the world. Let neither of us hurt ourselves in meeting because it's the "right" thing to do. I'm not blaming anyone or trying to start drama. If it would give you the most peace of mind to completely ignore this, please do so.

or, translated: as of right now, I'm not ready for any information about KB after steffi reunites with her dad, or difficult emotional reunions. I would really like to hear from everyone, and I'd appreciate casual well-wishes. I don't want things to be the same, I want them to be peaceful. Baby steps, cassie, baby steps. (very large and fearful prey animal tries not to run into oncoming traffic)

mostly, making this was for me. Perhaps I've said too much, but after spending so long unable to express myself freely, my art was cathartic and necessary. I'm no one's martyr or innocent, I'm just a torture victim trying to make sense of it all. I want to articulate some thoughts I couldn't figure out how to say before and make some silly things that make people laugh. Most of all, I'm happy in ways I never thought I could be, and I would like to share that joy with old acquaintances and other fans of a story I adored.

What I mean to say is: The train's about to leave the station, and there's an empty seat beside me. The train will still leave whether or not you board; but I would be honored not to go it alone!

Thank you to everyone who stuck by me even after the drama. Ethel, Felipe, Chris - even though we've fallen out of contact, your kindness and patience meant more than i can say. special thank you to @stars-in-a-jam-jar, the first person i confessed everything to after the smoke cleared, and someone i consider myself close with no matter how long we fall out of contact. My close online friends, @shafpanda, @theoandmoon, @dvanaestmrva, my honorary cousin @my-name-is-jimmy, and everyone else I confided in about my torture. and, of course, my partners @transloo and @teenyjellyfishy, and my little sibling, @aroacenezhaanddainsleif, the three people I love most in the world. Thank you, all. it is an honor to love you, and be loved by you.

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So Much (For) Stardust + (some) of my favorite lyrics from each song (id in alt text + artworks below the cut)

Artwork: Zhiyong Jing - Untitled, Suhaylah H - untitled/green landscape, Untitled - Georgia O’Keefe, James Whistler - Nocturne in Black and Gold The Falling Rocket, James Hervat, Waldemar Fink - Evening in Adelboden, Emily Kame Kngwarreye - Of Rare Winter Rain, Fumihiro Kato - Last of the Summer Wine, Zhiyong Jing - C’mere, Niall Naessens - Artist Observing Moonrise From the Sea, Caspar David Friedrich - The Evening Star, Ivan Aivazovsky - Shipwreck on Stormy Seas, Xie Lei - Blow

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last night i blacked out in my car. and i woke up in my childhood bed. (pt.1)

(seven years on testosterone, an eternity of sibling love, and a million tears shed over someone that was once thought to be gone forever; someone who had changed completely).

— a sam and transmasc sweetheart sibling renunciation fic ft. my ver. of all the pack listeners (also maybe ooc sam ?? it’s been a while i miss my cunty southern man)

“repeat who’s all gon’ be there again?”

marcy sighed. was sam always this curious or did he just wanna piss her off today?

“david. his mate, willow. asher. mate, kato. milo. ray. amanda. christian. arden. bailey. kelsey. ansel. there’s too many of the fuckers to actually list off their names all at once, but those are the main guys. again. got it?” the wolf listed off in a stern voice laced with annoyance, counting with her fingers at every name said. of course, she wasn’t truly annoyed with sam— but she’d never admit that out loud.

after repeating the names in his head once more (as if he hadn’t done so thirty-three times in the past hour), sam raised an eyebrow at marcy.

“and ray is who again?”

“milo’s mate. are you good now?”

recalling the man, he nodded his head, cutting the engine as he made his way out of the car. he was only a couple steps out before he turned back around to open marceline’s door for her.

she scoffed at him, biting her lip in an attempt to keep her composure from faltering as she hopped out of her seat — unaware of the slightly smug grin sam shot behind her back as they both began trailing towards the cabins.

———————————

raymond sat on one of the coolers next to milo, red solo cup in hand as he quietly observed the atmosphere that surrounded him. voices. people. he’s already met all of them.

he knew he was going to meet someone new today. marceline’s mate. mate? boyfriend? friend she’s fucked? friend with benefits? milo didn’t really specify, possibly because he didn’t even know himself — but no matter the title, ray prepared for their arrival. partially because he wanted to see marcy again (friend crushes were weird), partially because he was curious about this new guy. vampire. his curiosity peaked.

his thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge on the shoulder from milo, who smiled at him and motioned towards a random direction in the giant cabin full of people. ray’s gaze followed the gesture, a familiar head of wild, wavy blond hair seen from afar bothering another set of blond hair, this one nearly styled and darker than the beta’s. ray ignored the pit growing deep in his stomach that triggered his gag reflex.

“ash ‘s shootin’ himself.” milo commented, jutting his thumb over at the (awkwardly conversing) blond pair with a sly grin, slightly easing the tension (keyword: slightly). “wanna go make fun o’ him?”

ray let out a chuckle at the straightforward question, standing with a mirroring smirk. “that’s all you. ‘m no instigator.”

milo playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around ray’s waist before pulling him in to go embarrass asher even more than he was doing himself.

and with each step ray took side by side to milo’s, he felt himself growing weaker; sicker. like he had swallowed an apple seed and it just now started to grow into a sapling in his abdomen. each step was a new emotion. nostalgia. longing. betrayal. relief. anger. was it asher he was feeling this way about? but ash didn’t do anything. why were his knees starting to give out from underneath him?

“you stickin’ your foot in it already, ash?” the curly haired wolf questioned in a teasing tone as he approached, keeping ray close.

asher stammered at milo’s ask, already deep enough in eating shit. “u-uh.. mmaybe? ahah…”

the beta paused, exasperatingly gesturing back and forth between the other blond and the power couple. ray looked up with a friendly smile. then the smile dropped. the sapling grew into a full-grown tree, and he was back to being a kid again.

“sam, milo and ray. ray and milo, sam.”

his name was sam.

“sam.”

“sam.”

“sam.”

“sam?” sarah lynn called out, rubbing her tired eyes as she held her blanket close to her body. it was cold out. the heater was broken again. and her older brother was crawling out of his window.

“where’re you goin? are you leavin?”

samuel was frozen in place when her tiny voice hit his ears, his plans being thrown out of the window he was escaping out of at her questions. always curious, was what she was.

he didn’t look back at her. and that hurt him most. he didn’t look at her becuase if he did he would never be able to leave. leave her behind in this haunted house.

“i don’t want you worryin’ about that, lynn.”

“but i am worryin.”

his breath hitched in his throat. he had to physically grab his chin in order to not look at her. do not look at her. look now and you never leave.

with a shaky breath, sam held his tongue to simplify the words that would be an entire journal worth of paragraphs that he wanted to say to her.

“don’t. be a good girl, ‘kay? be good. i-i’ll.. i’ll come back. for you. i promise that. you gotta promise to be good, you swear? i’ll—“ the accent croaked, and sam sniffled into his inner sleeve.

“i’ll come back for you, sarah lynn, i promise. i’m comin’ back. i’ll love y.. you always, yeah? no matter what you do, i love you. a lot.”

his words didn’t make sense to her. so he was leaving. and he wasn’t taking her with him. why? she could pack quickly. she could fit all of her things in a grocery bag. she could go with him. they could stay close like the other brothers and sisters at school.

but she was like sam in that sense. sarah lynn bit her tongue.

“i.. love you too, sammy.”

he repeated his past words. “swear you’ll be good?”

the six year old girl let out a breathy sigh, heavy and thick from the tears swelling in her eyes. “mhm. i swear.”

at sarah lynn’s oath, sam pressed his lips together, pinching his eyes to wipe his sorrows away before nodding in response, dropping his belongings down the second floor window.

“good.”

and then he jumped out.

and he never came back for her.

“pleased to meetcha.”

“i’ll come back.”

“likewise.” milo smiled at sam, only to pause at his mate’s paled face in his peripheral vision.

springing to attention, he squeezed ray’s waist, his reaction immediately being to squirm away at his touch and curl in on himself. eyes dead set on sam. sam.

sam.

his tone came out worried, confused as he turned to face his mate with a frown of concern. “sweetheart? are.. you okay?”

“i..” ray swallowed, just now realizing the blond was staring right back at him. same look. different eyes. new face? new person?

old face. dead stories. dead brother. dead name.

“i have to go to the bathroom.”

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This need to be taken seriously please.

There's a refugee currently in kenya called David Kato ( he/him ) in kakuma refuge camp buh originally from Uganda and came in kenya after a long run away from persecution, death penalty and imprisonment that was put in place by the government of Uganda after the signing of the anti homosexual bill. After going to Kenya, the place he went to run for help in a Red Cross Kenya he was taken to a refuge camp in turkana west called kakuma refuge camp where he found many of people which were also lgbtq but we were living together, aroud 200 plus lgbtq folks. staying together boosted the starting of them suffering from a lot of injustices like hatred, discrimination, segregation, denial of human rights like right to study, to access medical aid, food, safe water, children to enjoy their childhood due to continuous death threats from the straight community that left them full of fear. As of speaking now he's currently suffering for a very severe disease of ulcers that is cause by not eating in time and also having no food due to the fact they stay inside to dodge the attacks. This is truly disgusting and inhumane. Please if you have the accessibility to, donate in this gofund me, it's important and will help a lot.

If the link doesnt work for any reason, here it is to copy paste:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/stand-with-david-support-lgbtq-refugees

[makingqueerhistory]

David Kato is considered the father of the queer movement in Uganda, as well as the first openly gay man in Uganda. He was also well-known in international politics for his work in his country. However, it was incredibly dangerous for him to even be on the radar in Uganda, as same-sex relationships are illegal as of when this article was written in 2023, and all throughout David Kato’s life.

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The contenders have been chosen! A whopping 256 characters have been sent to me. Brackets will take awhile to be made but the tournament will start when I'm ready.

Achilles Agravain Altera Altera the Santa Amakusa Shirou Amor Anastasia Andromeda Anne Bonny & Mary Read Antonio Salieri Aoko Aozaki Arash Archimedes Arcueid Arjuna Arjuna Alter Artoria Artoria Alter Artoria Caster Artoria Lancer Artoria Lancer Alter Asclepius Ashiya Douman Asterios Astolfo Asvatthaman Atalanta Atalanta Alter Angra Mainyu Avicebron Baobhan Sith Barghest Bartholomew Roberts Bazett BB Bedivere Beowulf Bhima Billy the Kid Blackbeard Boudica Bradamante Britomart Byrnhild Caenis Calamity Jane Carmilla Ceil Circe Charlemagne Charlotte Corday Chen Gong Chevalier d'Eon Cleopatra Constantine XI Cu Cu (Alter) Cu (Caster) David Daybit Demon King Nobunaga Diarmuid Dioscuri Dobrynya Nikitich Dorothea Coyett Durga Duryodhana Dust of Osiris Edmond Dantes Emiya Enkidu Ereshkigal Europa Fergus mac Roich Fionn mac Cumhaill Fiore Forvedge First Hassan Florence Nightingale Francesca Prelati Francis Drake Fujimaru Ritsuka Fuma Kotaro Gareth Gawain Georgios Gilgamesh Gilgamesh Caster Goetia Goredolf Gorgon Hassan of Serenity Hassan of the Hundred Faces Hildr Hector Henry Jekyll & Hyde Hephaestion Hercules Hippolyta Huang Feihu Huyan Zhuo Ibuki Douji Iskandar Ishtar Ivan the Terrible Izumo no Okuni Jacques de Molay Jacques de Molay Foreigner Jalter Jason Jeanne d'Arc Jinako Carigiri Jing Ke Kadoc Kama Karna Kato Danzo Katsushika Hokusai Kiara Kiichi Hogen Kijyo Koyo Kintoki Kirei Kiritsugu Kirschtaria Wodime Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg Kishinami Hakuno Koyanskaya Kriemhild Kukulkan Lanling Wang Leonardo da Vinci Leysritt Locusta Luviagelita Edelfelt Mandricardo Mash Mata Hari Medea Medusa Meltryllis Mephistopheles Merlin Merlin Prototype Mikiya Kokutou Miss Crane Miyamoto Musashi Miyamoto Iori Mordred Mori Nagayoshi Moriarty (Archer) Moriarty (Ruler) Mozart Muniere Murasaki Shikibu Mysterious Heroine XX Nagkura Shinpachi Neco Arc Nero Nezha Noah Noel Aizome Night of Wallachia Nitocris Nitocris Alter Nrvnqsr Chaos Oberon Oda Kippoushi Oda Nobunaga Odysseus Okada Izo Okita Souji Ortlinde Osakabehime Ozymandias Passionlip Patxi Penthesilea Percival Perseus Phantom of the Opera Proto Arthur Ptolemy Qin Liangyu Queen Himiko Queen Medb Queen of Sheba Quetzalcoatl Quetzalcoatl Samba Raikou Rama Richard the Lionheart Riesbyfe Stridberg Rin Tohsaka Roa Robin Hood Romani Saber (Fate/Samurai Remnant) Saint Martha Saito Hajime Sakamoto Ryouma and Oryo Salome Sasaki Kojiro Scandinavia Peperoncino Scathach Scheherazade Sei Shonagon Semiramis Shakespeare Sherlock Holmes Shi Huang Di Shiki Tohno Shiki Ryougi Shirou Emiya Shuten Douji Sieg Siegfried Sigurd Sisigou Kairi Skadi Souichirou Kuzuki Spartacus Suse Ritsuka Suzuka Gozen Taiga Fujimura Taigong Wang Taira-no-Kagekiyo Takao Dayu Takasugi Shinsaku Takechi Zuizan Tamamo Cat Tamamo no Mae Tenochtitlan Theseus Thrud Tiamat Tomoe Gozen Touko Aozaki Tristan Ushiwakamaru Van Gogh Vlad III Vlov Arkhangel Vritra Watanabe-no-Tsuna Waver Xiang Yu Xuanzang Sanzang Yamanami Keisuke Yan Qing Yang Guifei Yu Mei-ren Yui Shousetsu Zenobia Zeus

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13 books

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Thank you @sky-kenobye for tagging me!

This is a bit tough... I've been reading all my life, but in the last years, I mainly read fanfics... but I'll try!

1) The Last book I read:

The Hunter -- Tana French. I adore her books! Inspired my "The Cottage on the Hill" fanfic!

2) A book I recommend:

The Likeness -- by Tana French. I love all her books! Crime books, but more focussing on psychological aspects of catching the killer. Lots about interrogation techniques and stuff. Love them. This one deals with undercover work, where a police officer takes over the role of one murderered member of a group to find out, who the killer was. Love it a lot!

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

The girls he adored -- Jonathan Nawsaw. Amazing book about a killer with DID (Dissociative identity disorder). Funnily enough, I love reading crime, unlike what I prefer in fanfics!

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

Written in bone - Simon Becket. I adore his David Hunter series a lot. Even got quite the decent tv series!

Well, I've read Harry Potter more than twice. No idea how oftern...

5) A book on my TBR:

Everything Tana French publishes, everything Simon Becket publishes. And Star Wars from a certain point of view -- return of the Jedi.

6) A book I’ve put down:

Many many many. I tried reading some of the classics, like Moby Dick. Also no fan of Jane Austen to be honest. I gave up on trying to read her works.

7) A book on my wish list:

So many Star Wars books! Especially ones about Obi-Wan-Anakin dynamic or Obi-Wan's Padawan time.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

Märchenmond -- Wolfang Hohlbein (translated to: fairy tale moon), I remember it was one of the books I really got into and it got me reading. Can't quite remember what it was about, only that the protagonist was called "Kim".

9) A book you would give to a friend:

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy -- Douglas Adams. Love this silly little masterpiece!

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:

Not really. There is poetry in my university books, Norton Anthology of English Literature as well as American literature. But I do not fancy poetry that much. Sorry!

11) A nonfiction book you own:

I've some books about serial killers. 😇

12) What are you currently reading:

Star Wars from a certain point of view -- the empire strikes back. I'm about 1/4 in I guess. Read the first one, a new hope and will read the last one after I finish this. It's nice and works well in my busy life. It consists of many short chapters one can manage before falling asleep in the night. 🥰

13) What are you planning on reading next?

Star Wars from a certain point of view -- return of the Jedi. Well, obvious, isn't it!

No idea, who has been tagged already, but: @deaddoveobikin @shipper47 @asteroidmiyoko @lady-evelin @kenobibabe @kato-neimoidia @shenanakin-skywalker @tideswept @necromancerrrs @megatron @anakinsbbgirl @ohgodmyeyes @exonerin

[gaycityrollers]

I was tagged by @itiswritteninthestarsabove to share the 5 songs I've been listening to a lot recently!

Somebody Saved Me - Pete Townshend

Another Tricky Day - The Who

Dissolve - Daniel Johns

A Free Thinker - Laura Nyro

Kato - The Aubreys

I tag: @ruztyryan @david-watts @smittyjaws @youlittleduckhouse @baycitystygian @theborogoves @morrissey-is-an-incel if u want

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Isaac Albéniz, Per "Howlin' Pelle" Almqvist (The Hives), Mel B, Annette Bening, Johnny Cash’s 1976 single “One Piece at a Time,” Kato Cephus, G.K. Chesterton, Roy Crewdson (Freddie & the Dreamers), Karla DeVito, Danny Elfman, The Everly Brothers 1960 single “Cathy’s Clown,” Noel Gallagher (good to have met you), Mel Gaynor (Simple Minds), Haydn’s 1753 opera “The Limping Devil,” Valy Hedjasi, Bob Hope, LaToya Jackson, John F. Kennedy, Ted Levine, Sylvester Magee, Karl Münchinger, David Palmer (ABC), Adrian Paul, Mike Porcaro, Freddie Redd, Sylvia Robinson, Francis Rossi (Status Quo), Schoenberg’s 1956 “Modern Psalm,” Carl Story, Stravinsky’s riotous 1913 ballet “The Rite of Spring,” Mitch Taylor, Sojourner Truth’s “Ain’t I A Woman?” speech (1851), The Waitresses 1982 single “I Know What Boys Like,” Randall Woodfin, bassist "The Senator" Eugene Wright, Iannis Xenakis, and one of my heroes, the late, great keyboardist, singer-songwriter, co-founder of Procol Harum and sidearm to Eric Clapton and George Harrison: Gary Brooker. His solo albums + Procol Harum albums have been with me since they were new, and I’ve covered a few of their songs (I love doing “Whiskey Train”). In my orbit, The Davy Jones Band did a share-bill with Procol Harum, and everyone raved about PH’s set. Gary’s 1982 album LEAD ME TO THE WATER partially inspired my first album DOOR IN THE WATER. Here’s a recently-made and marvelous cover of PH’s signature hit, “A Whiter Shade of Pale,” performed by my pals down at the studio, Chris von Sneidern & Friends: https://sircvs.bandcamp.com/track/a-whiter-shade-of-pale

Meanwhile, heavenly HB to GB and thank you for your years of trail-blazing musical excellence.

#garybrooker #procolharum #chrisvonsneidern #prairieprince #tapevaultstudio #sanfrancisco #birthday #pale #classicrock #britishrock #ericclapton #georgeharrison #davyjones #monkees #johnnyjblair #whitershadeofpale #doorinthewater

[power-chords]

Who are some influencers/personalities that inspire you style wise? I really like your fashion sense and would like to see more of it

Thank you! Although if you asked me to name an influencer at gunpoint I probably wouldn’t be able to do it. I have no idea what goes on on social media outside of Tumblr. My fashion sense is the cumulative result of 20 years of rock ‘n’ roll brain damage, by and large. But if I had to name some formative, enduring sources of inspiration: Jimmy Cooper (go watch Quadrophenia). Nash Kato of Urge Overkill. The Afghan Whigs. The Beatles. Lee Brilleaux. David Ruffin. Peter Case of the Plimsouls. Hedi Slimane’s rock and roll diaries. Arthur Rackham’s illustrations for Charles Dickens. The original Star Wars trilogy left some very deep impressions on me, especially Luke Skywalker in RoTJ. So did Van Helsing in 2004 — don’t laugh! Those costumes were sick.

More recently: a mean motherfucker in a gray silk suit. Take your pick.

[brandonshimoda]

THE BOOKS I READ IN 2022, in the order in which I read them (*books I read before, that I was reading again):

Alexandra Chang, Days of Distraction 

Elizabeth Miki Brina, Speak, Okinawa 

Cynthia Dewi Oka, Fire Is Not a Country 

Hanif Abdurraqib, Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes to A Tribe Called Quest 

*Cathy Park Hong, Minor Feelings 

Victoria Chang, Dear Memory 

*Etel Adnan, Of Cities & Women (Letters to Fawwaz)

Sun Yung Shin, The Wet Hex 

traci kato-kiriyama, Navigating With(out) Instruments 

Raquel Gutiérrez, Brown Neon

Solmaz Sharif, Customs 

*Etel Adnan, Journey to Mount Tamalpais 

Lucille Clifton, Generations: A Memoir 

Emerson Whitney, Heaven 

Kim Thúy, em, tr. Sheila Fischman 

Angel Dominguez, Desgraciado (the collected letters) 

Janice Lee, Separation Anxiety 

*Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee

*Cathy Park Hong, Translating Mo’um 

Kyoko Hayashi, From Trinity to Trinity, tr. Eiko Otake 

Lao Yang, Pee Poems, tr. Joshua Edwards & Lynn Xu 

Yuri Herrera, A Silent Fury: The El Bordo Mine Fire, tr. Lisa Dillman (

Mai Der Vang, Yellow Rain

Chuang Hua, Crossings 

José Watanabe, Natural History, tr. Michelle Har Kim

Walter Lew, Excerpts from: ∆IKTH 딕테/딕티 DIKTE, for DICTEE (1982) 

*Bhanu Kapil, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers 

Vasily Grossman, An Armenian Sketchbook, tr. Robert & Elizabeth Chandler

Hiromi Kawakami, Parade, tr. Allison Markin Powell 

Lynn Xu, And Those Ashen Heaps That Cantilevered Vase of Moonlight 

*Etel Adnan, Sitt Marie Rose, tr. Georgina Kleege 

Jennifer Soong, Suede Mantis/Soft Rage 

*James Baldwin, No Name in the Street 

*Hilton Als, The Women

Dot Devota, >She 

V.S. Naipaul, The Return of Eva Perón 

Yasushi Inoue, The Hunting Gun, tr. Sadamichi Yokoo and Sanford Goldstein

Molly Murakami, Tide goes out 

Adrian Tomine, Shortcomings 

Hisham Matar, A Month in Siena 

Leia Penina Wilson, Call the Necromancer 

Gabriel García Márquez, News of a Kidnapping, tr. Edith Grossman 

Amitava Kumar, Bombay-London-New York 

Elizabeth Alexander, The Trayvon Generation 

Ryan Nakano, I Am Minor 

Constance Debré, Love Me Tender, tr. Holly James 

Hilton Als, My Pin-up 

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything 

Leslie Kitashima-Gray, The Pink Dress: A Story from the Japanese American Internment 

Emmanuel Carrère, Yoga, tr. John Lambert 

Ronald Tanaka, The Shino Suite: Sansei Poetry 

Patricia Y. Ikeda, House of Wood, House of Salt

Soichi Furuta, to breathe 

Kiki Petrosino, Bright 

Sueyeun Juliette Lee, Aerial Concave Without Cloud 

Nanao Sakaki, Real Play

Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias 

Francis Naohiko Oka, Poems 

Geraldine Kudaka, Numerous Avalanches at the Point of Intersection 

Steve Fujimura, Sad Asian Music 

Augusto Higa Oshiro, The Enlightenment of Katzuo Nakamatsu, tr. Jennifer Shyue 

Julie Otsuka, The Swimmers 

Salman Rushdie, The Jaguar Smile: A Nicaraguan Journey 

Margo Jefferson, Constructing a Nervous System 

Hua Hsu, Stay True 

Barbara Browning, The Miniaturists 

Kate Zambreno, Drifts 

*Julie Otsuka, When The Emperor Was Divine 

Louise Akers, Elizabeth/The Story of Drone

Wong May, In the Same Light: 200 Poems for Our Century from the Migrants & Exiles of the Tang Dynasty 

Gabrielle Octavia Rucker, Dereliction 

Trung Le Nguyen, The Magic Fish 

Jessica Au, Cold Enough for Snow 

Tongo Eisen-Martin, Blood on the Fog 

Lucas de Lima, Tropical Sacrifice 

*Like a New Sun: New Indigenous Mexican Poetry, ed. Víctor Terán & David Shook 

Billy-Ray Belcourt, A Minor Chorus 

Kazim Ali, Silver Road 

*Sadako Kurihara, When We Say Hiroshima, tr. Richard Minear 

Simone White, or, on being the other woman

*James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work 

Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes 

*Raquel Gutiérrez, Brown Neon 

Marguerite Duras, The Man Sitting in the Corridor 

Gayl Jones, Corregidora 

*Bhanu Kapil, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers 

*Etel Adnan, Seasons 

Gwendolyn Brooks, to disembark 

Cristina Rivera Garza, The Taiga Syndrome, tr. Suzanne Jill Levine and Aviva Kana

Gwendolyn Brooks, In the Mecca 

Nona Fernández, The Twilight Zone, tr. Natasha Wimmer

Selva Almada, Dead Girls, tr. Annie McDermott

*Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee

Valerie Hsiung, To Love an Artist

*Theresa Hak  Cha, Exilée and Temps Morts

Dao Strom, We Were Meant To Be a Gentle People

Randa Jarrar, Love Is An Ex-Country

*Dao Strom, Instrument

Osamu Dazai, Early Light, tr. Ralph McCarthy and Donald Keene

Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun, tr. Donald Keene

Rachel Aviv, Strangers To Ourselves: Unsettled Minds and the Stories That Make Us

Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief, tr. Ibrahim Muhawi