#Zoila

[rg111488]

🌸Happy Birthday Zoila🌸 🌸🎂🍰🌸🎂🍰🌸🎂🍰🌸 #HappyBirthday #Zoila #SisterInLaw #Cuñada https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnxlrw4PwfO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[1ore]

the problem with me is i will make up a joke npc for gw2 rp with @soulfullofold and then a day later he will have lore. anyway this is Vax Madmaxim, he does unethical science and got drowned in a vat of dragon blood by Bingus Ruinbringer. the dragon blood fixed him, though

"mad scientist"-type who is taking a systems ecology lens to everything, from steam machines to magical constructs to biological organisms. unsatisfied with conventional engineering, he starts dabbling in dragon magic to construct biomechanical monsters. (see: I failed bioethics)  

contracted in secret by Bangar Ruinburger to figure out how to control an Elder Dragon. Vax came up with the idea of tapping Jormag's blood, initially as an experiment in manipulating Jorms (a la contriving weapons out of Kralkatorrik's blood.) Later, of course, this is used to convert the Dominion to Frost Legion en masse when things start going south.  

caused an international incident during Legion-Dominion peace negotiations, which involved a gladiatorial tourney, two Pact Commanders, a hydra made of Searing crystals, and highly confidential Dominion blood magic.

Vax was thus detained and, for his failures, dunked in the vat of jormag juice that he had helped create. Bunkbed Ruinbringer evidently didn't need a way to control Jormag anymore, and Vax had greatly overestimated how indispensable he was.  

Jorms later drags him out of the tub and uses his half-dead body to set a trap for the Commanders, by turning him into a shambling blood-bomb (see: jormag bloodbag.) Given that this is the second worst thing that's happened to him since the worst day of his life, he isn't a very cooperative dragon thrall. He'd also developed some sort of nemesis-rapport with the Commanders by this point. As his last act, he warns them away, just before violently retching dragon viscera all over the floor.  

He was supposed to die-- Jorms was done with him-- but my man saw himself being turned into a disposable vessel of primordial goop and said "oh so im pupating? guess i'll metamorphose." I don't think that was Jormag's doing. I think he Just Did That. (see: change of heart)  

the newly eclosed Icebrood Vax offers himself to the Pact as a weapon against Jormag, repurposing his earlier research for more benevolent purposes. (see: staying positive)  

uhhh what else. nominally Iron Legion and functionally a gladium, but like hell is he going to let them take his name away. his allegiance is to unethical science first and whoever is willing to pay him to do unethical science second.  

Has kind of always been a piece of work, but became a bigger piece of work when he lost the "mad" warband under mysterious circumstances. Incidentally, this is when he started making frankenstein chimeras. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

   

he Has A Sensitive Side

[henk-heijmans]

Actress Zoila Conan, Mexico, ca. 1928 - by William Mortensen (1897 - 1965), American

[mygirlhatesmyheroin]

Zoila Conan photographed by William Mortensen, 1928. Gift for Mrs. Vernon E. Rickard.

[androgynealienfemme]

"I was barely a dyke then, let alone butch, but it was the lure of female masculinity that drew me out and into the queer world. When I was coming out, butch was no longer new. There was both popular knowledge and an underground cultural understanding of what it meant to be butch -- and there were books written from both perspectives. I may not have known it intimately, as a late-blooming queer who grew up in an extremely straight southern-US town, but I knew enough to feel self-conscious about claiming butchness.

You see, I was never a tomboy. There, I said it. I was never a goddamn tomboy; I never resisted the dresses my mom wanted me to wear, never hid in my dad's closet trying on his clothes. I did gender conformity without any real fight, and when I came out to my mom, she used it against me-- "But you were always so feminine!"

Maybe I didn't have the fight in me, maybe I wanted to fit in more than I wanted to know myself, but until I was well past twenty, I wore my hair long, with earrings dangling, and makeup on my face. I wore spaghetti-strap tank tops and flowing skirts. I flaunted my cleavage.

The butch narrative I had absorbed, the one I began to furtively read about as I came out, wasn't mine. I wasn't a rough-and-tumblr butch kid, all scabby knees and hardness, fighting against mom over Sunday dresses. I wasn't good at sports, didn't have trouble being friends with girls, didn't feel more "boy" than "girl." So when I slowly started easing towards the masculine side of the spectrum, I was self-conscious as hell. I felt like an imposter. I felt like a phony. I had similar feelings when I came out as a lesbian, but my fantasies about women quickly assuaged my fears of being a queer fraud.

With my gender presentation, I couldn't get over the feeling that I was trying too hard. Even as I slowly shed the layers of femininity in my presentation, the self-consciousness still affected what labels I used. I knew what butch was, and I still felt it couldn't be me. I had dated me. I wore a pink dress to prom. I was short and chubby and more giggly than tough.

It was a fierce femme who bossy-bottomed me into the role of butch top. It was easy to be the butch to C's femme, and she delighted in my enjoyment of her high hells, pretty dresses, and makeup. In those moments, when my insecurity was stronger than my sense of self, the contrast between my budding masculinity and her strong, well-articulated femininity were just what I needed to feel whole, strong, even butch. C didn't change me, exactly, but our gender-play heavy sex gave me room to figure out what my gender could look like in those private spaces we shared."

“Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme: Coming Back Around to Butch” by Miriam Zoila Perez, On Butch and Femme: Compiled Readings, (edited by I.M. Epstein) (2017)

[oui-bo]

Zoila Conan - William Mortensen

[precodesoul]

Chorus girls from the film Her Bodyguard (dir. William Beaudine, 1933)

[lgbtqreads]

February 2024 Deal Announcements

Adult Fiction Steinbeck fellow and University of Miami MFA graduate Bobuq Sayed’s NO GOD BUT US, following two gay Afghan men from wildly different walks of life whose paths converge in Istanbul; grappling with themes of queerness, faith, imperialism, authoritarianism, and the sacrifices we make for our families, both born and chosen, to Ezra Kupor at Harper, at auction, by Maria…

[the-final-sentence]

I can try with every kiss, every touch, every orgasm, with every new person who invites me to share in intimacy with them to believe that another world is possible, and that I am building it with every new name I add to the silly list in my journal.

Miriam Zoila Pérez, from “Not That Loud”

[innervoiceart]

😍🤩😎💃🏻🎤✨ Yma Sumac, a descendant of Atahualpa, the last Incan emperor, 1950's.

Singing Gopher Mambo, 1954 🎶

https://youtu.be/7JWxNqyIRtk?si=IPlt7-Lwma2qR_gL

A portrait of Yma Sumac, the stage name of Zoila Augusta Emperatriz Chávarri del Castillo. She was a Peruvian soprano noted for her extraordinary vocal range, which spanned well over four octaves. Born on September 13, 1922, in Ichocán, Cajamarca, Peru, she rose to international fame in the 1950s, and her music was based on folkloric themes, stylized through a lens of exotica.

Her claim of being a descendant of Atahualpa, the last Incan emperor, played into the mystique and persona crafted during her rise to stardom. This assertion was part of her and her handlers' efforts to create a unique identity that connected her artistry to the noble lineage of the ancient Incan empire, which had a rich tradition of music and culture. This narrative was embraced by the media and added an exotic and ancient lineage to her public persona, although it's important to note that such claims are difficult to substantiate.

Sumac's music was characterized by its fusion of traditional Andean music with Hollywood-style arrangement, which resonated with the exoticism favored in Western popular culture of the mid-20th century. Her elaborate costumes and performance style only added to the sense of otherworldliness and drama that surrounded her performances.

Despite the stage persona, Yma Sumac was a critically acclaimed artist, whose talents were undeniable. Her most famous album, "Voice of the Xtabay" (1950), launched her into the international spotlight, and she went on to release several more albums throughout the 1950s and into the 1960s. She remains an iconic figure, celebrated not just for her vocal capabilities, but also for how her music and identity resonated with and reflected the cultural zeitgeist of her time.

[malaisequotes]

“Faggy butch was good. It accurately described my pink button-down shirts, my giggles, the fact that I talk with my hands.”

Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme by Miriam Zoila Perez

[bitter69uk]

Born 102 years ago today: wondrous operatic Peruvian High Empress of Exotica Yma Sumac (née Zoila Emperatriz Chavarri Castillo, 13 September 1922 - 1 November 2008). All these decades later, Sumac’s divine superhuman voice still inspires awe! I revere all of Sumac’s recordings, but Legend of the Sun Virgin (1952) is a particular favourite. Pictured: portrait of gorgeous young Yma Sumac by Peter Stackpole for LIFE magazine (1950).

[lilisouless]

If the Grishaverse was a Mexican telenovela

Alina Lucero

Manuel “Manu” Otero

Nicolás Larios/ Capitán Ciclón

Zoila de los Cielos

Genoveva Solís

David Costa

Tamara & Tolomeo Benítez

Nadia & Adrián Zapata

Carlos & La gata

Fedro Kabana

El Iván

Leona Colina

Las cornejas and associates

Carlos Barrios

Inés Garza

Nina Zendal

Jesús Fuente

Matito Helguera

Guillermo Del Valle

If someone has a good one for Kuwei please tell me

Don Cosme Fuentes

[las-microfisuras]

En el pene hay un lazo que es rojo como una matriz, en la habitación resuena la confundida voz de un robot: “Quisiera una mujer algo seca, una investigadora académica, que esté interesada en el celibato”. El informe ha sido grabado, este se puede escuchar al apretar un botón una y otra vez. Las trompas de Falopio escudriñan al hombre con interés por un momento, pero luego desisten, al hombre se le siente frío, el lazo no ayuda a pesar de ser lindo. La mujer se sienta encima como un guante, sólo lleva puesta una piel muy pigmentada, se pone el lazo en el pelo, estira el cuello de cisne. Veo extendiéndose en tus ojos la altamar: una ola baja, una ola alta, yo te remo hasta llegar, ruego por una pequeña lluvia.

_ Kati Neuvonen, incluido en Periódico de poesía (6 de enero de 2020, UNAM, México, versiones de Zoila Forss-Crespo Moreyra y Roxana Crisólogo).

_ Louise Bourgeois, No. 8 of 14 from the installation set À l’Infini, 2008 

Soft ground etching, with gouache, watercolor, pencil, and colored pencil additions.

[notasfilosoficas]

“Un hombre es grande no porque no haya fracasado; un hombre es grande porque el fracaso no lo ha detenido”

Confucio 

Fue un reconocido pensador chino, cuya doctrina recibe el nombre de confusianismo o ruismo y son doctrinas filosóficas con aplicaciones morales, rituales y religiosas.

Nació en el pueblo de Zoila, actual provincia de Shandong, hijo de una familia de terratenientes nobles, al morir su padre, cuando Confucio tenía tres años, dejó a la familia en la pobreza, sin embargo eso no fue obstáculo para recibir una esmerada educación y llegar a ser ministro de justicia del estado de Lu.

A los cincuenta años comenzó sus enseñanzas. Viajaba solo de un lado a otro instruyendo a los contados discípulos que se reunían en torno a él.

Su fama como hombre de saber y carácter, con gran veneración hacia las ideas y costumbres tradicionales, pronto se propagó por el principado de Lu, y luego a toda China.

La esencia de sus enseñanzas se condensa en la buena conducta en la vida, el buen gobierno del Estado (caridad, justicia y respeto a la jerarquía), el cuidado de la tradición, el estudio y la meditación.

Las máximas virtudes son: la tolerancia, la bondad, la benevolencia, el amor al prójimo y el respeto a los mayores y antepasados. 

Confucio lamentaba el desorden característico de su época y la ausencia de modelos morales, llegó a la conclusión de que el único remedio era recuperar y difundir entre la población los principios y preceptos de los sabios de la antigüedad.

Al final de su vida se dedicó a escribir comentarios sobre los autores clásicos. Falleció en Lu y fue enterrado en Qufu (Shandong) en el año 479 a. C.

Fuente: Wikipedia

[androgynealienfemme]

"Faggy butch was good. It accurately described my pink button-down shirts, my giggles, the fact that I talked with my hands. I once saw a tape of myself in which I made a gesture that looked more like it belonged in A Chorus Line than in the middle of an interview. Faggy butch was like genderqueer -- not quite this or that, a little of both, maybe. A friend once said to me, "I access my femininity through my masculinity."

I feel lucky to have grown up in a world with butch pioneers, and I feel lucky that I had an idea about what being butch might have meant. But instead of making me feel part of the community, these constructions of what butch was -- stereotypes really-- pushed me away from the word and identity. Instead I chose a newer term, genderqueer, which had yet to be defined; it was in flux, it was a new frontier. I may not have been butch "enough", but genderqueer was all mine to rewrite and redefine.

I still like the word "genderqueer," still claim it and own it and love the way it makes room for me, in all my complexities. But I'm coming back around to butch. Maybe its because the years of pink prom dresses are further and further behind me, maybe its because i'm learning from butch elders who talk in terms that make room for me, giggles and all. Maybe its because the people i know have no idea (unless I tell them) that i was never a tomboy. They only know me -- my short hair tightly bound chest, and button down shirts.

I think that every new generation feels the need to reject their elders, reject what came before them, and feel that they are knew gender rebels. We invent terms, we create new spaces, and sometimes, we come back to where our big brothers started -- home."

“PERSISTENCE: All Ways Butch and Femme, Coming Back Around to Butch” Miriam Zoila Pérez, On Butch and Femme: Compiled Readings, (edited by I.M. Epstein) (2017)