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REVIEWS : COMICS

The Vinyl Underground is a serviceable rehash of early 90s Vertigo themes in gentrified contemporary London.

Originally posted on the Multiply page of Sputnik Fantastik, February 2010

I feel like I’ve read Si Spencer and Simon Gane’s The Vinyl Underground before, at least during its five-part opening arc, collected in Vol 1, Watching The Detectives. And you know what? It doesn’t matter – I thoroughly enjoyed it, just the same!

The basic premise is like The Invisibles crossed with Torchwood. A motley group of subcultural misfits come together in a disused Tube (subway) station, beneath London’s magical streets, to investigate the paranormal crimes that ordinary cops don’t have the resources or knowledge to solve.

Let me get one thing out of the way, early on: the characters are total ciphers, patched together from every conceivable aspect of British urban mythology. There’s the bad-ass footballer’s son with connections to the mob, whose Pete Doherty-like public image belies a sensitive side (and residual mommy issues). There’s a feisty, tough urban shaman of African descent, who’s in tune with London’s mythical psychogeography. There’s a reckless bisexual pervert who can talk with the dead. You probably get the idea, by now...

This is formula late 90s Vertigo stuff, right down to the plots about undead Russian hookers, aristocratic cults, African black magic, and Guy Ritchie-esque gangsters. As somebody who picked up on The Invisibles in college, I’m just happy to get a fix of more of the same kind of esoteric urban adventures.

Artist Simon Gane has been accused of being a Philip Bond imitator, a charge that’s not entirely inaccurate. (Though I personally think Gane’s style recalls Warren Pleece circa Deadenders a bit more.) It’s the same kind of approach that Bond and Pleece employ so well: using very bright, cartoonish designs to realize often macabre storylines. It’s not terribly distinctive, but I don’t think it’s fair to say Gane is an outright copycat.

This isn’t ground-breaking stuff, by any means. However, I do think it’s a subject that’s been in limited supply, in recent years, at least in American comics. I’d definitely recommend it for today’s high school-age readers who may be new to the genre. Likewise, it will probably be a worthwhile read, for those who liked the quirky superheroics of X-Statix, Global Frequency, or Morrison-era Doom Patrol.

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Oh sweet anon ignorance is bliss here and I truly envy that you do not know so I hate to be the bearer of bad news here:

From the initial press release, “The eight-episode unscripted dating series follows everyone’s favorite bisexual Russian drag hooker, Katya, as she looks for love among a diverse group of singles.”

It’s since been reduced to six episodes (small silver lining) and they even had a casting call last summer through the Taimi (??) app where they also announced that Trixie would be the host but it’s been quiet ever since (I even know someone who jokingly applied and they never got a callback but that could mean nothing) and I hoped it would just go away. They have sort of kept hush hush about it but T&K talked about it in a couple podcasts here and there. I remember at one point Trixie said that the show would be filmed after her motel show wrapped but I know that the renovation show was delayed a bunch and only just finished and now they’re on tour for the whole year. I really wanted it to just go away but seeing that ad is disappointing to say the least.

And I know you didn’t ask for all that explanation lol but if you want to know why I believe this is a terrible idea… I just don’t believe exploiting your personal relationships for reality TV is ever good especially since Katya has been sincerely talking about wanting to find love and a relationship for the past two years straight. I’m 100% certain that they would make a big joke out of it and it wouldn’t be serious at all. Especially since they casted for Katya’s character as a Russian bisexual hooker (anyone LGBTQ could apply) and not for the person behind Katya aka someone who has only ever liked men so there’s no way they’re sincerely looking for a match here.

Very long story short I do not trust it would be good and it really just doesn’t seem worth it!

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Girls Interrupted, Chapter 2: She Wants To Dance Like Uma Thurman, But She Can’t (Vatya) 1/2 - Maeve

A/N: Hello! It’s me, Maeve, again. This is the first part of the second chapter of Girls Interrupted, and I can’t believe it. You won’t believe how much time I spent trying to learn cheerleading terms for this (it was a lot). It makes me so happy to see that we aren’t letting this drought get the best of us. So many prompts! The world could always use some more Vatya, and I’m more than happy to provide because their dynamic is so fun to write. Hope you enjoy it!

P.S. Part two is going to be wacky

Neil deGrasse Tyson would have good pickup lines—or at least Katya thought he would. Sharon was taking an exceptionally long time to change into her gym uniform, and not wanting to walk back to the gym alone, Katya was forced to wander the landfills of her mind.

“Boo,” Sharon smirked, emerging from around the corner.

Katya rolled her eyes. “Some of us have limited lifespans,” she tutted. “How long does it take to put on unisex activewear?”

“Fuck off,” Sharon laughed. “I had to take my face off. As much as I enjoy an irritated Phi Phi, I’m too hungover to hear about my ‘cakey Ben Nye’. Clown white, of course. It’s a real pain in the ass to find foundation, you know?” Katya’s head whipped back as she cackled, and Sharon was quick to clamp a hand over the blonde’s mouth. The abruptness of the action shocked Katya into silence. “What part of ‘hungover’ did you not understand, Zamo?” She snapped.

Katya’s sheepish smile was hidden underneath Sharon’s cold, clammy hand. In a moment of poor judgement, Katya licked the offending palm. “Tastes like soap,” she stuck out her tongue. The spooky teen pulled away in disgust. Sharon was about to retaliate when the blonde fell to her knees. “There is no need to spite me, Mistress of Darkness, for I am currently paying for my actions with the acrid taste of ‘Generic Brand’.”

Sharon wiped her palm on her shorts. “Get up, pussyfart,” she instructed. “It’s too early in the year—even for me—to become Coach Rice’s sacrificial lamb.” Katya did as she was told, and the two hastily descended the stairs that lead to the gym.

Utter chaos had taken over the gym. Coach Rice was nowhere to be found, so Katya and Sharon joined their classmates on the bleachers and watched the madness unfold. A group of cheerleaders in green and white skirts and halter tops practiced stunts across a series of large, green mats. The Back to School Pep Rally was due to begin in less than half an hour, and the throbbing vein on Coach Calhoun’s forehead told Katya everything she needed to know.

In the center of the floor stood a red-faced Violet Chachki. Even when raising the fires of Hell, she looked immaculate. Her uniform was pristine (likely freshly laundered), and not a hair in her high ponytail was out of place. The form-fitting material hugged her body in all the right places, and if Katya didn’t know whose head was attached to it, Katya’s mouth might’ve watered.

Violet towered over the frightened Junior Varsity girl, reducing her to a sniveling mess. Ouch.

Bianca, who was watching the drama unfold from the other side of the gym, finally spotted her friend through the forest of cheerleaders. She snuck her way over to Katya and plunked down next to her.

“She’s been like this all day,” Bianca informed them. She pursed her lips, “It’s nothing new, really. Chachki can’t get it through her thick skull that we can’t all be as perfect as her. Their routine is sloppy and the stunts aren’t clean.”

“Bummer,” Sharon quipped.

Katya frowned. “But that’s not her fault, right?” She turned to Bianca, “Couch Calhoun can’t really blame her.”

Her friend shot her a pitying look. “You’ve clearly never met Coach Calhoun,” Bianca said, standing up and excusing herself to go put the Spartacus the Spartan costume on.

Katya frowned, Can one girl really be expected to carry the weight of both squads? Violet Chachki was by no means her favorite person, but the blonde could still recognize an unfair situation. She returned her attention to the mats where Alyssa and Coco tried and failed to perform a routine lift.

“That was the most offensive thing I’ve seen in twenty years of coaching!” Coach Calhoun Bellowed. “You’re pathetic! All of you! You’ve made me want to stab myself, congratulations! Now get your sorry asses cleaned up because my girls are not ugly!”

Even Sharon flinched at the severity. The two shared a nervous glance. Pep Rallies were usually optional, but since their 7th period was in the place where the pep rally would be held, they didn’t have much of a choice. It was going to be painful to watch.

The cheerleaders weren’t the only issue with the pep rally, either. Coach Rice had been forced to send three members of the football team to Principal Charles’ office due to a locker room jockstrap incident. The man re-entered the gym just before the pep-rally looking rather disheveled. He stormed into the coaches office and slammed the door behind him. School spirit, am I right?

“You sticking around for this shitshow?” Sharon asked Katya. “I need a smoke.”

The blonde took a moment before shaking her head. “Why try new things when you can try nothing?” Sharon gave her an exasperated look. “Stay and watch the show with me?” She begged.

With a dramatic sigh, her friend caved. “Fine, but you owe me one, Zamo,” Sharon grumbled.

Despite all of her complaining, Katya knew that Sharon wasn’t upset about sticking around for the circus. She’d probably get a kick out of the mess to come. Katya, however, found herself compelled to remain on the bleachers by different forces. There was something about the gruesome and horrific that made you want to look when you knew you shouldn’t. Katya would certainly regret it later.

The pep rally commenced with a speech from Principal Charles: school spirit and all that crap. The football players paraded in after, pumped for their game that evening. Next, the Spartanaires performed a lackluster, borderline raunchy dance in their usual out-of-sync fashion. Finally, it was the cheerleaders’ turn.

Fallout Boy’s Uma Thurman was an appropriate cheer remix for the scene unfolding in front of them. She wants to dance like Uma Thurman, but she can’t. Katya grimaced as all of the girls jumped into a double hook at slightly different times than each other. She scanned the rows for familiar faces, finding Alaska first. Her smile looked more like a grimace as she jumped into a hurdler. The clump peeled off into two groups and proceded to butcher an axel turn canon into a drop. Alyssa and Coco were clearly competing for the best leg height in the toe touches that followed. A series of back handsprings, cartwheels, and walkovers later, Katya finally spotted Violet front and center. She was lifted into a scorpion hold cradle for the conclusion of the routine.

Is there anything she can’t do? Katya wondered.

The raven-haired cheerleader remained in the air for a glorious second before she began to wobble. Immediately, the blonde knew something was off: Courtney and Willam kept shifting their grip. Katya watched in horror as Violet plummeted towards the ground moments later. Roxy, who was supposed to be her back spot, stumbled backwards to avoid being crushed, and the cheerleader hit the mat with a loud thud.

Katya couldn’t breathe. It was impossible to tell if Violet landed on her back, her head, or her ass. Her fellow cheerleaders continued to hold their positions, knowing full well that they’d be flayed by Coach Calhoun for breaking formation. Suddenly, there was movement, and the cheer captain pushed her way through Willam, Courtney, and Roxy. Her face was flushed and her high ponytail had seen better days. Violet raised her arms in a V shape and gave her head a sharp nod, concluding the routine.

The other fliers dismounted and the relatively unphased squad began to roll up the mats. Violet slipped away in the crowd of exiting students.

Is no one going to make sure she’s okay? Katya wondered. She didn’t notice anyone chasing after Violet, but Katya had been wrong many times before. Katya poked Sharon. “Did anyone go after Violet?” She asked

“Don’t think so,” Sharon commented. “Betcha she went home like the rest of the bimbettes are going to Thanks for the good time, Kat. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sharon hopped down from the bleachers and slunk off to the locker room, leaving Katya to find Bianca.

Bianca exited the mascot’s private dressing room just as Katya made to open the door.

“Just the assclown I was looking for!” Bianca exclaimed, “There’s a back to school party at Alaska’s tonight. She wanted me to invite you. Something about it coming from a non threatening face. Gotta run, bitch! I have dogs to put through college. Just remember that I refuse to associate with losers!” Bianca sprinted off in the direction of the junior lot.

Don’t be a loser. Got it. Katya made a mental note. She was both over the moon and wholly mortified that Alaska invited her—Katya, “Bozo the Cunt”, your average run-of-the-mill Russian bisexual transvestite hooker—to her party. Katya’s skin felt warm and tingly, and it was in a good way for once! Suck it, Susan, I am putting pants on tonight, she grinned.

The blonde practically skipped back to the locker room to collect her things. At the base of the stairs to the girls’ facilities, she stumbled into a cloud of cigarette smoke. “Sharon Needles, you are one rotten girl,” Katya tutted. Sharon was perched on the third step with a cigarette in hand.

“The most sickening ghoul you know,” she affirmed. “Cancer sticks wait for no woman, babe. Pop a squat?” Her friend offered her a toothy smile.

“I’m all for soaking up your secondhand smoke like a sponge, but I only have a few hours before the ball to turn myself into a biological woman,” Katya apologized with a pout.

Sharon nodded, “Suit yourself, Zamo. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“The Harris County Morgue!” Katya bounded up the stairs two at a time. High school was shit as a whole, but she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of making two new friends in one week.

In the locker room, Katya peeled off her gym clothes. She was slipping into her custard yellow mom jeans when she heard a yelp from the bathroom area. Because it was a day for stupid decisions, Katya zipped up her pants and set out to investigate. She padded across the cold concrete in her bright blue rubber duckie socks. The bathroom area was made separate by the abrupt switch to peppery tiled floor. There was a series of exposed sinks, and bathroom and shower stalls were on the left and right of the sinks, respectively, and separated from the rest of the locker room by brick walls.

When Katya turned the corner, she was brought face to face—well, face to back—with a half-naked Violet Chachki. The cheerleader was examining a scrape on her forearm.

Katya felt a lot like she’d pressed that ‘I’m Feeling Lucky’ button on Google in that moment. She hadn’t known what she was going to find in the bathroom, nor had she developed any expectations for the result. She had said ‘sure, why not?’ and was presented with something (a surprising something) that she now had no idea what to do with.

Thanks, I guess? Fuck. Katya grimaced. 

Violet’s quick recovery on the floor had masked the true damage done by the fall. There were claw marks on her sides and down her back. Either she fell on someone or her bases tried to catch her, Katya deduced. A small first aid kit was perched on the side of the sink. The blonde decided to dig her hole even deeper.

“Violet?” She called softly. The last thing she wanted to do was startle a wild animal. Violet’s head whipped around, and Katya found her ocean blue eyes connecting with piercing brown ones yet again.

“What?” Violet snapped. Her words were merely a gut reaction to being disturbed; it took her a moment to process that it was her cretinous lab partner doing said disturbing.

Katya froze. “I-um…are you…you know? Okay?” She stammered. “I saw the fall, a-and then you got up, so I thought maybe…but then you just now did the, and I heard you. Now, here we are, and your back lo—”

“It’s none of your fucking business!” Violet interrupted. The cheerleader crossed her arms over her sports-bra-clad chest. This was not good.

She tried again, “Are you sure you don’t want help?” Katya was no Dr. Ken Jeong, but she could still tell that it was going to be a real pain in the ass for Violet to dress the scratches on her back by herself. The raven-haired girl hissed. Literally.

“I get it. I’m a bitch. But in no way should that discourage you from believing the goddamn words that come out of my mouth. I don’t need your help. I don’t want your help,” Violet’s voice was cold and laced with venom. Katya turned tail and ran back to her locker. She didn’t dare look back.

Katya leaned back against the cool, green metal of her locker and sank down to the floor. Fuck. Just, fuck. That’s what you do, Katya you fuck everything up. She dug her face into her knees. You can’t show your face in biology now. She’ll make your life a living hell. Is that what you want, Katya? Do you want to run away? Do you want to be pathetic? The blonde’s breaths were labored and heavy. Her wet palms grasped for purchase on the fabric of her jeans. Katya needed to calm down. This couldn’t happen here. She frantically grabbed for her ‘birds aren’t real’ shirt and pulled it over her head. Next, shoes. It was difficult with her shaking hands, but she managed to lace up her high tops. Katya was almost out the door when one of her worst nightmares came true.

“Shit!” Violet’s voice echoed through the room. Katya pinched the bridge of her nose. Why did it always have to be her? She couldn’t just leave Violet—even if she was a raging cunt.

I’m not gonna panic, because I don’t do that anymore, the blonde steeled herself. She marched with purpose back to the sinks and put on her sternest face.

“Look, Chachki, I’m going to need you to put your feelings towards me aside for right now,” Katya began. Violet once again whipped around, still unamused. “I’m going to help you whether you like it or not. This might come as a bit of a shocker, but I don’t get off on watching you struggle. I don’t want a leg up. I don’t want to be friends. But if you don’t cover some of those nastier ones up and irritate the hell out of your skin, it’s sure as hell going to be my problem when you’re extra rotten in class.” Neither of the two girls were expecting that to come out of Katya’s mouth. There was no turning back now.

The blonde approached the sink, and with all the courage she could muster, placed her hands on Violet’s shoulders and gently turned her around. Her patient tensed under her touch. “Sorry,” Katya apologized, “I tend to forget they’re usually cold.” The first aid kit on the sink contained a small tube of neosporin and some gauze. She quickly washed her hands before picking up the tube from where Violet had abandoned it. It looked like the girl’s sides were taken care of, so she moved on to her back.

Violet’s skin was smooth but firm under her fingertips. Katya gently traced the red marks until each one was taken care of. She then began to unroll the long spool of gauze just enough to give Violet one of the loose ends to hold at her hip bone. Katya skillfully guided the roll around the girl’s body until there was only a bit left to tuck into a fold. Without making eye contact with the cheerleader, she washed her hands once more and returned to her bag. If anyone saw Katya sprint to her car that afternoon, they never said a word.

Ironically, Katya felt like she could finally breathe in her stuffy car. She was too scatterbrained to remember to put up her sun visor in the mornings and was doomed to regret it later. But the heat didn’t matter now. Katya had given orders to Violet Chachki—orders the cheerleader had obeyed. Violet Chachki. Violet fucking Chachki.

Oh shit! You manhandled God’s gift to this world! What were you thinking? Katya plugged her phone in and put on some tunes to drown out the potential consequences. Elton John couldn’t solve her problems, but he could make the drive home a little less shitty.

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My Ultimate Top 5 QILF Out of Drag

#5 - Brooke Lynn Hytes: I would climb the Queen in the North like a tree. And then I would beg her to get back with Vanjie because I will always be a proud #Branjie shipper. 

#4 - Raven: Season 2 boy Raven really did it for me, okay? I haven’t seen any recent photos of her out of drag but I 100% related with that guest judge who was getting all hot and bothered while talking to her. Plus a nice honorable mention would have to be season 3 boy Raja. I would let the two of them Toot and Boot me any day if you get my drift.

#3 - Milk: Yes he talks too much but just sit on his face and he’ll shut the fuck up. He is fucking HOT.

#2 - Kameron Michaels: This man is the definition of #Daddy and I will fight you if you say otherwise. I would legit let him crush me with his biceps. Is that going too far?

#1 - Katya Zamolodchikova: OKAY HEAR ME OUT! I’m aware that there are queens on this list that are subjectively more attractive however, I still stand by my opinion that Katya is hot AF both as a man and as a woman. Also, if you didn’t already know, she used to hook in drag PLUS she’s super flexible so you KNOW she knows her way around the bedroom. Full disclaimer: I know she has herpes but let’s just pretend that doesn’t exist for a moment because if this self proclaimed Russian bisexual transvestite hooker gave me the time of day, I’d be all over that shit. Throw boy Trixie into the mix and it would be even better. Also yes, I am in therapy, why do you ask?!

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“They say keep your friends close, but your enemies closer…but ‘friends’ are just enemies, waiting to happen.”

■ ABOUT. ■

name: Anton Kohler age: forty-one occupation: hitman gender: cis-male pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual

■ HISTORY. ■

Of Russian-Austrian descent, Anton Kohler spent a good part of his childhood in the West Biryulyovo district of Moscow. Following the death of his mother at a young age, his father fell into a deep depression mitigated only by alcohol. Prone to drunken outbursts and fits of violent rage, Anton was more often than not the victim of these episodes, causing him to spend less of his time at home. Desperate to keep him off the streets, his grandmother begged a former officer to take him in, leading him to the doorstep of Major Andrei Volkov. Under Andrei’s tutelage, Anton was trained in many lethal forms of combat, including krav maga and jiu-jitsu. He was taught to speak English, trained in resistance to interrogation techniques, and groomed to be the perfect soldier before he ever officially served. When his compulsory service in the Russian army began three years later, The one year requirement quickly turned into an eight year service after being selected to join Russia’s elite military forces as a Spetsnaz GRU operative.

While stationed in Armenia, he fell in love with an American exPat, whose short-lived fling resulted in a child. Pregnant and alone, Sophia returned to her home state of New York where Isabella Kohler was born. Anton, unaware of his daughter’s existence, continued to serve his country faithfully, returning to Moscow where he was recruited by the SVR to become a sleeper agent. In the midst of assuming a new identity, he received a letter informing him of his daughter’s whereabouts. Under the guise of his newly formed American identity, Anton used the opportunity to try and locate his daughter.

Within a few years of his time in New York, Anton discovered his daughter had been through the foster care system, having been given up for adoption shortly after she was born. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to approach her without compromising his mission, he defected, seeking asylum in the United States. In exchange for political asylum, Anton worked for the CIA as an informant, maintaining his American cover.

Reunited with his daughter, Anton for the first time in his life, held a regular job and had a relatively normal life. For ten very peaceful years he lived and worked in the city, his former life seemingly behind him. Until one day, with the rise in gang activity, Isabella was fatally caught in the crossfire, bringing Anton’s American dream to a grinding halt.

■ WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? ■

Since coming to New York, Anton’s loyalty remained to himself and his family. His time in the Russian army and brief stint in espionage seemed entirely behind him, choosing to live a quieter life in the decade since. However, in the wake of his daughter’s death, he is finding his loyalties now lie with whatever or whoever leads him closest to the truth. 

■ KEEP THIS AWAY FROM YOUR ENEMIES ■

Determined to uncover the truth about Isabella’s murder, Anton is on a rampage in his quest for vengeance on New York’s dark underbelly. Operating as a hitman and using his skills of deep reconnaissance and target-acquisition, his goal is twofold–– to profit off the scum running rampant in the streets and to leave a bodycount in his wake.

■ RELATIONSHIPS. ■

 ■ Garrett Miller: While on the hunt Anton has taken on the occasional hit and outside job for the Devils in order to keep the lights on. Though Garrett has formally offered him a spot, Anton refuses to accept until he’s finished uncovering the truth. In his time working for Garret it’s led to him being very “affectionate” with the man. Whether real or in jest, nobody knows.

 ■ Walter Lorcan: Following the murder of his daughter, Anton has worked closely with Walter to try to solve the events surrounding her death. Eventually however the case was closed and ruled an accident. Anton has since held a bitterness towards the NYPD for not taking more action.

 ■ Jack Mercer: Though distrustful of cops, Anton has managed to pull some strings to have Jack share any leads he’s found while working undercover. 

■ Domino Jackson: After learning of Dom’s involvement with the Devils as lead informer, he’s enlisted her help in trying to find the person responsible. He also happens to hook up with her quite a bit too. 

■ CONNECTIONS. ■

 ■ Jessica Douglas > Mouthy fling

 ■ Tim McCallen > Detective he shot

■ Dallas King > Drinking buddy. Also casually told the Russian mafia they could shoot him.

■ Ivanna Martinez > A girl who returned his wallet, is convinced she’s a hooker

■ Skylar Kennedy > Some cute drunk girl he met at a bar

■ Birdie Cheung > A short hipster he ran into in the park

■ Quinn Davis > Attends group therapy with her

■ Amelia Fischer > Shot her ex

Anton Kohler is a TAKEN character and is portrayed by Joel Kinnaman who’s FC IS SEMI-NEGOTIABLE.

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