#but bettina???? call me queen

[randomrealityshift]

thirstposting ban speedrun any% go!

[goatskickin]

Where did we leave our college students last time? Oh yes: Faith was cookin’ and lookin’ (for a husband), Bettina bagged a Dreamer warlock, and Tempe, against all odds, managed to kiss a girl.

As the semesters come and go, what have the Springs-Eternal kids gotten up to?

 Seeing has how she had a Popularity Secondary aspiration, Faith felt that she needed to put herself out there and make some new friends.

With the offerings at Brainia U being meager, Faith took a chance on Marsha Tse. If nothing else, Marsha’s a sucker for Faith’s cooking. And Faith loves a good compliment.

“Yuh! You haven’t tried a Spanish-fried flax egg? Bro, it will change your life.”

“I don’t think that’s - Marsha…are you high right now?

“Huhuhuhu, yuh!”

Marsha likes eating snacks and standing still. Truly, expectations for companionship are low.

Faith is happy to cook though. People who cook for others are kind!

Or so she tells herself.

“Faith, we should do this more often! Like, a teatime? But with an actual meal? Get in the habit of taking time to socialize and visit? A girl group power hour?”

“Hell yeah! I’ve been working on this lentil tofu that isn’t totally ass. I’m thinking some kind of creamy coconut milk curry soup thing to do with it…who else can we invite over?”

Bettina knows Marsha Tse from bubble-related hangs.

“Duuuude, can I like, borrow the computer? I totally spaced and my chemistry lab is due like, huh, today. Also, do you have a tampon?”

“Huh! Faith, who is ‘genesissprings-eternal@brainia.edu’? You have like, hella unread emails from this person.

“…Marsha…go to class.”

“Sooo…you wanna talk about how you got all smoochy smoochy with Skylar at karaoke yesterday?”

…

“…no, I do not. And I wasn’t.”

                        “What I remember is Kiera being pitchy.”

“Hahaha, stoppp…but she kinda was though...”

♫ Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair ♫

♫ With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring ♫

♫ Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene ♫

♫ He talks about you in his sleep ♫

♫ And there's nothing I can do to keep ♫

♫ From crying when he calls your name ♫

♫ Jolene ♫

…

“Bettina! Come on! We can do a duet for this next one.”

“Uh, okay…but I’m no singer…”

“This one is easy! Come on!”

“Ha, okay…”

♫ Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home ♫

♫ When you call my name, it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees ♫

♫ I wanna take you there ♫

♫ In the midnight hour, I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there ♫

♫ I hear your voice It's like an angel sighin' I have no choice I hear your voice Feels like flying ♫ – “Bettina, take your jacket off! Come on!”

“Ha! That’s not the words!”

♫ I close my eyes Oh God I think I'm fallin' Out of the sky I close my eyes Heaven help me ♫

♫ When you call my name, it's like a little prayer I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour, I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there ♫

“I remember Skylar grinning at us like a store mannequin while we were singing Like a Prayer…”

“And? And you remember him totally giving you lovey dovey eyes?!”

“Faith! Gosh, are you a contralto? That was great! You should be getting paid to sing like that.”

“Sorry, I know we don’t know each other well, but I had to say something…”

“Hm, well, I would say that I could be best compared to Karen Carpenter in terms of both range and emotionality in my voice….

…

…thanks.”

…

“Faith, you’d have made a much better Queen Gertrude in the spring showcase, rather than whoever that girl was that they had doing it…she had no, you know, gravitas? You do.”

“…um, wow. Thanks Skylar.”

“I can see it now Faith – you, Sky, total power couple, he’s supporting your dreams, you’re conquering the stage – “

“Bettinaaaaa, stop! I’m totally not serious about him!”

“He’s cool, but like, he’s just a friend, you know?”

“He’s cute I guess.”

“I mean like, he does have good taste. Clearly not an idiot.”

“But like, he’s just ‘some guy’ from Bluewater Village.”

“For my future, I need the perfect husband.”

“You’re so picky! Sky can’t be that man, Faith? I think you need to be more openminded…”

“Uh, guys? Um, like, the computer is making a funny…smell…um, I’m gonna finish my paper on paper …”

 Though Faith didn’t take her interaction with Skylar seriously, her talk with Bettina did get her thinking about what her life would be like once college was over.

Marriage was on the horizon, obviously.

 And moving back home of course. On another trip to campus, Faith and Bettina happen to run into another Pitstop Valley native - Benny Navajo.

…

“Hey Benny. Sorry about your dad. I heard from my mom.”

…

“Thanks.”

…

“Hi Faith.”

“Benny! Benny-man! Hi! How’s Brainia U’s big sports star?”

“Hm. You follow our basketball team Faith?”

“Totally. I totally knew what sport you played!

…

How are you?”

“Like, in general?”

“Yeah! In general! And in specific.”

“Um, fine, I guess. Got to go to my history lecture in an hour.”

“Cool, that is totally cool. History is so…like it’s a thing that happened. And we need to know about it. You know?”

“Um? Yeah, sure.”

“So, listen, when we all get back to Pitstop Valley…”

“Oh, I am not going back to Pitstop Valley.”

“HA! Ben! Benny, you’re funny. Anyway, when we get back to Pitstop – “

“I am not going back there Faith. I am staying here.”

“Benny! Ha! HA! What, are you going to do, stay at Brainia U forever? Be a super senior?”

“I dunno. Coach says if I take 15 more credits after senior year that I can do another semester at least.”

“Um, are you kidding Benny? Like – “

“Pitstop Valley is not a good place. It’s pretty shitty actually.”

“What do you mean?!”

“Well, we don’t have electricity, there’s only one store, anyone over 65 practically loses their mind, we can only use the phone one day a week, we don’t have a lot of – “

“Oh, is that all?! What, you wanna stay here because there’s pinball? And a movie theater?”

“…don’t be an asshole.”

“Fuck you! You don’t be an asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you too.”

“Look, my dad is dead. Candice left town with some new boyfriend the last I heard. And Cheyenne has Mercy.”

“Okay…what about Benji?”

“Fuck Benji. He works for the mob. Fuck the mob too.”

…

 “Move over.”

…

“So, what are you going to do then?”

“…I dunno. I can stay here. Or I can go anywhere. Maybe Downtown. I don’t know.”

“Downtown? Dangerous.”

“Whatever. Maybe it’s the right place for me. And you’ve never even been there, so you can’t even talk.”

“Like you have! How would you get there anyway?”

“I dunno. I’d figure it out.”

  Faith’s conversation with Benny gave her a lot to think about. Not go back to Pitstop Valley? Faith couldn’t imagine it.

Sure, there wouldn’t be the nice amenities like they had at Brainia U. But her parents were there.

Well, Justice was at least.

Besides, Pitstop Valley was a small nowhere town – the perfect backstory for star who came from nothing.

The nice thing about Brainia U though; Faith and Bettina often had the pleasure of running into friends on-campus. That was one aspect of university Faith would miss.

“You guys are so CUUUUUUTE!”

“Faith! Get lost, will ya.”

 Seb’s had been Bettina’s official boyfriend for some time now. Their relationship had a basis of a solid friendship. And they had magic in common as well.

While he’d been reluctant to share his magic training with Bettina, he was pleasantly surprised to find her a quick and eager study.

Nothing too crazy – a little spell here, a little charm there…

After all, it was likely that Bettina would follow her mother’s Good alignment, and possibly learn from her as well.

   Remy on the other hand, took different approach to magic than Seb. He wasn’t above pushing the envelope.

After having settled on Philosophy as a major, in addition to his studies, Remy’s belief was that writing the next teen/YA novel would set him on the path to security and fortune.

Much to the amusement of his twin.

“Okay, so, let me guess…teeny tiny female protagonist who is not like other girls, somehow knows kung-fu and then she’s forced to team up with the school bully/secret crush who is also a werewolf-"

“Shut up! That’s terrible. That’s not even a GOOD example of a bad YA novel.”

“Just you wait. The book I am going to write is going to be amazing. And it’s going to make me a lot of money.”

At least that is what Remy was telling himself.

Wade, while not being really big on school, finally decided on a major that suited him: Kinesiology.

Going to gym class several times a week with a little bit of science class sprinkled in suited him nicely.

And who knows? Maybe that extracurricular karate class would come in handy one of these days.

       At the boy’s house one snowy morning, Wade made the daft decision to shoo away a penguin from the yard right out of the shower.

Little did he know that it would lead to one of the most important days of his life.

Pengu: “BRRR! Indecent!”

A student known to everyone at Brainia U simply as ‘The Streaker’ happened to run past right as Wade was doing his shooing.

“AHHH!”

And Wade, outside and having already made one questionable decision that day, decided to make another.

He talked to her.

“Hey – “

“Wow! Outside in a towel?! Freeing right? The air is to totally crisp today!”

“….uh, heh, yeah! Sur-sure is! Um! Can I ask! What are you – “

“Oh yeah, ha! Totes didn’t mean to startle you if you saw me, but I just couldn't let this crisp and sunny day get away from me, you know? Totally exhilarating! You ever hear of barefoot running?”

“Uhhhh –“

“Wait! You’re in my Pilates class, yeah?”

“Uh…oh! Yea? I think? I’m in the front usually, so if you were behind me – “

“Dude! You give me like, golden retriever vibes, yeah? I like your style! What’s your sign? Do you know that penguin? Is it around your yard a lot?”

Pengu: “I am alarmed at what is transpiring here.”

Snowman: *judgmental and snowy agreement*

After helping her focus her attention, Wade invited the Streaker inside. Most people would find it cold to be outside in weather like that, after all.

Robin (her actual name) turned out to be a pretty interesting person.

She was also a Kinesiology major like Wade, with a focus in bodywork and massage therapy. She took up the habit of ‘frostrunning’ as she called it, to deal with anxiety her freshman year. She found it to be exhilarating and mood boosting, and she’d been hooked ever since.

Before the Fall, a college campus might have had a security team, one that would enforce rules against the kind of fast & naked exercise Robin had accustomed herself to.

But at Brainia U, her only real danger was that of falling on the ice or freezing to death. No other student had dared to approach her.

Except for Wade. He found her to be the most fascinating person he’d ever met.

“I’ll look out for you in class next time. Maybe you can show me that hip stretch you mentioned?”

“Sure!”

Remy’s interactions with girls were usually less…good. 

“…then we get to the tower, and the whole time we are following the protagonist – I still don’t have a name for him – and then suddenly at the top of the stairs, in her defense, the princess who has whipped the door wide open in anticipation, has the dagger, aimed right at his – “

“Puh-LEASE! Stop! That’s godawful!”

“Could you come up with something that’s even more pandering?! I mean my god; did you rip that right from the Chronicles of Pretentious Douchebags? Where is the female character’s agency?! Does this heroine have any friends? And what about the arch with the mourning dove? I mean were you going to forget about that entirely?!”

Luckily, there’s some other Brainia U students that are a little more easygoing.

“Howdy Faith! Any luck making friends with that personality?”

“Suck my butt, Bettina.”

*grumble*

“I can make other friends…”

      …

“…maybe talking to new people was a bad idea.”

“Hey! I am literally right here.”

“Well, Kiera, you’re being weird, and you needed to know.”

*sigh*

“I hate small talk…. but not everyone should get to know me on a deep level.

…

…how am I supposed to connect with anyone? I hate this! Everyone’s so dumb…but I want to be in a relationship...”

“It could be that you’re feeling overwhelmed about who to choose for the future. It’s a big decision.”

“Well, good point! I’d definitely want to be with someone who would kiss the ground I walk on!”

“Uh, okay…”

“Well, think about it. You need to be careful. A lot of people unconsciously look for partners that have the same traits and qualities as the people they grew up with. You know? Because those people feel familiar. But that’s not always a good choice, depending on your family and upbringing and all.”

“No offense dude, but have you even kissed anyone? Do you even know what you are talking about?”

“Geez. Sorry for trying to help.”

  Fortunately for Faith, there’s other people on campus who prove to be more receptive to her.

“Oi! Lambkin! What’s a lovely single lady like you doing here? You seem tense. I may be able to help you unburden your troubles…among other things…”

“Um!! I, uh…”

“Verily! Across the campus I’d seen ye, and I thought – “

“Hey Rasmus, fuck off. Don’t touch people. Go take a shower.”

“Lo! Our fiery leading lady! Faith the Fearless! What say – “

“Beat it Rasmus. What the fuck. Invest in deodorant.”

“Huh?”

“Hey, sorry about him.”

“Wha…what the…who was – “

“God, that’s just Rasmus. Theater majors, you know? Sorry, I’m a theater major too, but at least I have some restraint. We did A Christmas Carol last semester and Rasmus still hasn’t let go of his character and wears the costume all the time. What a creep, right?”

“Ohhhhh…okay that….that kinda makes sense…”

“What’s your name?”

“Hi, uh, Rebecca. Rebecca Beckett.”

“Rebecca Beckett. Becky Beckett! That’s cute! I like it. You wanna get some pizza?”

    Though Brainia U’s pool was roofless and unprotected from the year-round winter weather, some students didn’t mind a bracing dip. It was practically the only exercise that Faith would tolerate.

“Hey, you know, I was thinking about what you said, and…you’re full of shit.”

“…you were actually listening to me? Do you even know my name?”

“So, like, I want the opposite of whatever fucked up situation my parents have. That’s what I’ve always been looking for. But everyone’s so like, boring? Like, I’m looking for some spice.”

“You know, heat? Energy? Something interesting?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to get it.”

“Listen, I’m really not interested in whatever it is you’ve got going on. I was just making an observation. I’m in my capstone for Psychology, and you just seemed like you had a pretty obvious blind spot as far as emotional intelligence goes….sorry I got involved. Bye.”

*grumble*

“….what the fuck does he know…”

   Life continues to be a blur of eat-sleep-study-repeat until graduation day. And, the penguin is here.

Pengu: “How much longer must we wrestle with disrespectful treatment, brother?! HM?!”

Snowman: *agrees snowily*

With occasional other happenings.

“…I think that was Wade’s new girlfriend.

…

Um, wow.”

“Maybe that dick-idiot with the slicked-back red hair was kind of saying something...”

“Am I looking in the right places for a boyfriend? What am I even looking for?”

  And for once, Faith could not distract herself from her issues with cooking.

“Bettina! Are we out of my lentil tofu? The hell? Where is the rice I made on Tuesday?”

“Oh…yeah Temps was over to study with me for our history exam. I think he ate it.”

While on a trip to the store…

…while Faith stocks up on nutritional yeast and noodles…

…who does Bettina run into, but her beloved!

“Sebby!”

“Hi angel. Why are you out late?”

“Oh, the fridge was bare. How are you?”

“Babe, listen I’ve been thinking…”

“Ooh! Lower, there, thank you…”

“Babe, I’d like to do some more advanced magic.”

“Oh, would you now?

…

You still need to work on the firefly charm. 5 fireflies is not exactly multitudinous. You’re really supposed to –”

“That’s kid stuff! I want to do more!”

“Oh yeah, like what? Love spells? Stop time? Making things out of thin air? You know that’s Evil magic.”

“Not like thaaaat….exactly…”

“Bettina…”

“What! I just love it, okay? I feel powerful. I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do, you know? I just want to like, do some extra credit, to get to the next level.”

“Ha! There’s no need to rush. Magic is a life-long practice. Why are you trying to jump ahead?”

“Ugh, like, because! Please?!”

“Bettina, first, I don’t even study that myself. Second, your mother is not going to approve of me – “

“Oh my god, what does she even know! She – “

“She does know Bettina, that’s the thing. Romantic couples are not supposed to be partners in magic. She’s not going to approve of me, and she’s certainly not going to approve of any magic from you that isn’t above-board and Good.”

“We’re a romantic couple then? You like like me?”

“Shut up, haha. But you should really cushion the news for her. I’m serious. It’s not recommended that romantic couples partner in magic, as many have a tendency to break up. Statistically.”

“We are not going to break up.”

“I didn’t say that. I just said that statistically, it’s likely. We are adults. We have to be realistic.”

“Mhm! I love when you talk to me about stats. It’s romantic.”

“There’s always other things we can do together…things that use a different kind of magic…”

Ever needing ‘material’ for his YA novel, Remy manages to get his roommates to wander campus with him. 

  “…a chosen one arc? No….no, perhaps a soulmate thing, where they are BOTH the chosen ones…”

Seb and Temps are still thick as thieves. Tempe appreciates Seb’s analytical mind and sense of responsibility.

Someone must be the ‘dad’ of the group. If Wade and Tempe are the unsupervised toddlers.

*hurk*

“So, a Long Island Iced Tea doesn’t - *hurk*- have any tea in it at all?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know! Maybe you didn’t get it strong enough. Oh! I’ll order a double, and then maybe that’s how you would notice the tea flavor?”

“…Remy, let’s get these guys some carbs.”

*hurk* “But I ate some popcorn! I found it on the ground!”

“Seb, it looked fine! 5 second rule, yeah?”

“…yeah, food is a good idea.”

            Time for a change of scenery – pizza!

The beloved dad of the group isn’t exactly good at loosening up. But he tries.

The campus’s pizza place is a popular spot.

Faith likes it here too.

“What’s up virgins!”

Not deterred by his less-than-stellar previous interactions with girls, Remy keeps at it.

“I am going to go talk to that blond girl eating pizza.”

“Okay. You have something specific as an opener? Or do you know her at all?”

“No, but I got this. Trust me.”

Things start of innocuous enough…

“Oh my god! Hey! I was going to wear that same outfit tonight!”

“Ha? Ha!”

…and goes downhill very quickly.

“…no way could the epistolary nature of the book be captured in film, even if – “

“What?! So, you’re saying that the scene where he’s on the ship with the sirens, even if it was a dream – “

“Oh puh-lease, ‘even if it was a dream’ – what else would it be? A flashback?! A cheesy flashback with a misty cut?”

Remy gaze hasn’t left his navel long enough to realize that not everyone’s is on his wavelength.

“Hmph…maybe this isn’t the hangout for a…sapiosexual…like myself.”

“Less evolved girls just don’t ‘get’ me.”

At least Remy has his brother.

Also, if further proof was needed that Tempe has weird taste in girls…here is Becky Beckett, a cool girl who jokes about being pickpocketed and *winks* - but Tempe thinks she’s yucko.

Available girls could practically fall from the sky, and it’s like Tempe would not even notice.

Back at the boy’s house…

        “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – oh, hi Robin…”

“Hi Sebastian!”

Robin the Streaker takes the opportunity to feel the breeze beneath her buttocks. And pay Wade a visit!

“Robin, in this cold and snowy world we live in…”

“… you could be the sunshine of my life.”

“Hahaha, Wade! Oh, you’re too sweet.”

With encouragement, Robin is able to put some clothes on. And Wade gets to know her better!

Wade discovers that she’s an extra social super playful extrovert!

Highly skilled…

And a Leo too – which makes a LOT of sense.

“I’ve never met anyone like you Wade! You’ve got a sick snowball throw, and a nice booty.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Robin! Want to go make a snowman?”

“Yeah!”

Awwwww.

Robin’s streaking has inspired at least one other person at Brainia U to pursue some new…freedoms of expression.

Yeah, yeah (I like it when the beat goes da na da na) (Baby, make my booty go da na da na) (Girl, I know I wanna show da na da na) baby That schlong sch-schlong, schlong, schlong I said I like the way, uh (baby, when the beat goes da na da na) Uh (baby, make my booty go da na da na) Baby (girl, I know I wanna show da na da na) (That schlong sch-schlong schlong, schlong) listen -

“Naked guy. Can I. Help you?”

“Jeez Red, you’re a tough crowd!”

“Well, you’re going to have to do better than waving your hog around if you want to impress me.”

 And that’s it for part 1! Part 2 coming soon!

[swedesinstockholm]

5 novembre

depuis quelques années le mois de novembre est devenu le pire mois de l'année, alors qu'historiquement c’est censé être mon mois, avec le scorpion et mon anniversaire et noël au bout du couloir. mais là j'ai envie de le faire disparaitre mon anniversaire qui marque le temps qui passe et de crier whitehead you were WRONG je suis le grain de sable dans la théorie de la process philo parce que je bouge pas moi, jamais. je suis, dans l’ordre chronologique de mes divers diagnostics: endormie, gelée, à moitié morte, anesthésiée. sans oublier le moteur de ferrari coincé dans une deux chevaux. gracious.

ça va faire 48h que je suis enfermée dans ma chambre parce que maman est malade et que j’ai pas envie de tomber malade alors que ça changerait pas grand chose à mon quotidien pour être honête. dehors il pleut et c’est la tempête et hier soir j’ai regardé real housewives of new york jusqu’à deux heures du matin pour couvrir le bruit des voisins qui rigolaient à gorge déployée avec leurs invités en bas. j'avais l'impression de m'être cramé le cerveau mais dans un des épisodes jenna lyons va dans un bar lesbien de manhattan et monte sur scène pour danser avec une drag queen strip teaseuse donc ça en valait la peine. je veux aller dans un bar lesbien avec jenna lyons et qu’elle flirte avec moi ostensiblement pour me ramener dans son appart de soho archi luxe que je connais déjà par coeur.  

j’ai vu sur ig que bettina heldenstein était allée voir les mêmes expos que moi à paris + celles que je voulais aller voir mais que je suis pas allée voir parce que trop cher. j’ai fini par aller voir l’expo sophie calle mercredi matin, y avait beaucoup de monde et les deux femmes devant moi ont rien payé parce qu’elles travaillaient dans la culture. j’ai bien aimé voir toutes ses idées de projets non réalisés ou abandonnés. j'étais un peu agacée par son privilège d'avoir grandi dans une famille de riches bourgeois cultivés aussi. elle dit qu’elle est devenue artiste pour plaire à son père qui était collectionneur d'art. parce qu’elle savait pas quoi faire d’autre. parfois j’aimerais savoir comment j’aurais fini si j’avais grandi avec mon père. mon père médecin qui criait beaucoup et qui tenait à ce qu’on fasse notre scolarité ici plutôt qu’en france. est-ce que j’aurais fini par péter un câble? est-ce que je me serais rebellée comme une ado normale? j’étais pas une ado rebelle du tout et je m’identifiais à 100% à la réplique de jason schwartzman dans bored to death quand il dit i’m not good with anger i go straight to depression. ma désobéissance se cantonnait à sécher compulsivement les cours à gros coups de mensonges éhontés pour rentrer à la maison et regarder desperate housewives en paix. jamais d’alcool ni de cigarettes ni de drogue, j’avais les films et les séries.

à paris dans le metro j’écoutais une fille d’une vingtaine d’années qui racontait à son amie la première fois qu’elle avait eu un crush sur une fille qui était hétéro et son amie lui demandait si elle le lui avait dit mais j’ai pas entendu la suite. ça m’a renvoyée à moi à paris y a douze ans avec ma profonde solitude face à mes tout nouveaux et terrassants sentiments pour j. et puis le soir chez chartier on était assises à côté d’un jeune étudiant en première année de licence de lettres modernes qui parlait de ses cours chiants et de ses devoirs à rendre avec sa mère en visite à paris et ça m’a rendue un peu mélancolique, pas dans le sens nostalgique mais dans le sens si je m’étais penchée vers leur table pour lui dire que moi aussi j’avais fait des études de lettres modernes à la sorbonne et qu’il m’avait demandé ce que j'en avais fait j’aurais eu que des regrets à lui rapporter. regrets de pas avoir continué dans la linguistique l’édition ou le cinéma pour avoir au moins un master, regrets de pas avoir bifurqué vers des études d’art, regrets de m’être laissée glisser dans le vide avant même d'avoir terminé mon année de m1.

à part ça lundi matin en sortant de la gare de l’est j’ai vu céline sallette au coin du boulevard magenta, elle m’a brièvement regardée, sans doute attirée mon oeil gauche comme tous les autres gens. elle portait une doudoune noire et elle tenait un enfant par la main. elle avait l’air soucieuse mais elle était magnifique.

7 novembre

quatrième, cinquième, sixième, 180e jour d'exil dans ma chambre? je me suis quand même aventurée dans le salon pour regarder harry potter 3 ce soir mais j'ai loupé la moitié du film parce que je discutais de trucs cons avec r., on discutait déjà de trucs cons ce matin, puis je suis partie à la pharmacie et à la boulangerie chercher des trucs pour maman et on a continué à discuter quand je suis rentrée, il me racontait qu'il avait réussi sa formation et obtenu un contrat d'un an qui lui permet d'être payé pour développer ses propres projets et après ça normalement il aura droit au statut d'artiste et à la fin du message il crie et j'aurai plus besoin de job alimentaiiiire!!!!! comme dans ma chanson de saturne. j'ai du me forcer à me réjouir pour lui, heureusement par écrit c'est facile de faire semblant, mais si je l'avais eu en face de moi il aurait vu mon âme morte derrière mes yeux, et ma saleté de jalousie aussi. il part en tournée en france bientôt et je sais pas pourquoi ça me met dans cet état, je suis jalouse à en avoir mal au ventre, alors qu'y a un an je le connaissais pas et il vivait sa vie de musicien et moi je vivais ma vie de merde, blissfully unaware.

une fille qui a vu mon film au festival en islande hier soir m'a dit qu'elle l'avait trouvé très beau et plein de joie et que c'était le plus cool qu'elle ait vu jusqu'à maintenant et ça me tue d'être enfermée dans ma chambre à regarder rhony et à pleurer sur r. et sa jolie tête dans des vidéos de huit minutes où il joue des trucs discordants sur ses multiples synthés à me dire non mais il pourrait pas au moins avoir la décence de se couper la tête pour la remplacer par une plus moche c'est quoi cet affront là, au lieu d'être en islande en train de discuter de mon film avec des gens et agrandir mon réseau. le nouveau directeur de la lunga school semble l'avoir bien aimé lui aussi donc je me dis qu'il est peut être pas si nul que ça? mon film pas le directeur.

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Cannon Movie Tales: Beauty and the Beast (1987)

@metropolitan-mutant-of-ark @superkingofpriderock @princesssarisa​

Finally got to check the Cannon Movie Tales version of the french romantic fairy tale. 

This movie is mostly a straightfoward adaptation of the Madame de Villeneuve and Andrew Lang version of the story, with some details cutted or interpreted in a different way for passing and budget constraints: Beauty’s siblings are reduced from five to four (two brothers called Oliver and Frederick and two sisters called Bettina and Isabella), instead of tamed animal servants we get to see Beast’s magic give life to a mechanic bird, a painting and statues and make the table service appear, and the characters of the Fairy and the Queen Mother do not appear at the wedding of the main couple in the end.

Outside of that, the main beats of the story are present: we see Beauty’s family enjoy live the luxurious life style of merchant families, them their slow decent into poverty and attempt to adapt into a humble life in the countryside, Beauty’s father’s journey to the Beast’s castle, Beauty taking her father’s place in the castle two days later, Beauty and Beasts interactions inside the castle, Beauty’s return to visit her family for a month and finally her return to the castle, when she accepts to marry the Beast and he becomes the Prince.

When that transformation happens, we even get to see fireworks appearing in the sky celebrating their engagement, like in the Villeneuve and Lang ending to the story.

Filmed in location at Israel like all titles in the Cannon Movie Tales series, the setting is an interesting mix between Renaissance Europe and the Middle East, a mix that is reflected in the instrumental music. It reminds me of both the 1962 Beauty and the Beast movie combined with the opera Zémire et Azor.

And choosing to adapt Villeneuve and Lang’s version, this version also has the aproach of making Beauty’s doubts of her own feelings about Beast the conflict that drives them apart, instead of making her sisters villains standing in their way, like in the more well known Madame Le Prince de Beaumont version.

We have a well developed dinamic for Beauty’s family: her brother Oliver is the sibling who always wants to look well dressed, Frederick is the bon vivant sibling who enjoys eating, drinking and gambling, Isabella is the sibling who lives of impressing the aristocratic ladies, and Bettina is the uptown girl who enjoys the attention of the local rich bachelours. They usually give a lot of work to Beauty, and leave the part of caring to their father in her shoulders. Their vanity and materialism can be annoying, specially when they give the excuse that Beauty needs to take care of them to have a reason to live. But they are not mean spirited, genuinelly love Beauty and want her to enjoy the same fun and games they do, mistakenly believing this will make her happy.

And the Old Merchant, Beauty’s father, gives some Tevye like vibes, dreaming of riches that will make his children live a comfortable life free of concerns.

Interestingly, while Beauty enjoys their company, she shows tiredness, and wishes some quiet time to enjoy her own things, like embroidering flowers and reading books. Wich she gets to enjoy in the Beast’s castle before their dinner time conversations.

At night, she dreams with a handsome and eloquent Prince with who she falls in love, not knowing he is the Beast’s true face, and she tries to understand some vague clues about his identity so they can be together

She also goes around, just exploring the castle, and instintively spells the first wish that come to her head, getting surprised when they are made true, and learns to use that magic to her advantage.

And the Beast himself, while intimidating in his grotesque face, shows that he is just a lonely, awkward figure in the way he talks: slowly, and giving weird emphasis to each world. This portrayal is pretty effective in showing that he has been long distant and disconected from the outside world and its people.

As a mostly straightforward adaptation, this adaptation made the riské aproach of taking the slow pacing in the castle scenes (in this version they explicitly say one year passes since Beauty tooked her father’s place) and showing Beauty talking to Beast and getting proposed four times, along with four dreams with the Prince. Most adaptations usually make those interactions short and present their romance trough a montage editing, afrayed that those longer dinner conversations would bore the audience.

But here is the thing: the story is about the slowly developing romance between the two leads. Beauty and the Beast/Prince are engaging characters, and as such their interactions are engaging, and move the plot forward, never feeling boring. So really, that fear is nonsensical.

I am glad that there is a version that tooked the risk, and this decision, alongside with solid performances from the actors, a well made soundtrack, creative use of editing techniques and memorable costume and set designs, makes it a new adition to the list of my favourite Beauty and the Beast adaptations.

I dare call it an essential adaptation of the fairy tale to check out.

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Alternate Reality

This may be a canon thing I may make happen, as it’s in my mind so spoilers below

Also yes the lyrics are TOTALLY parodied from Bettina’s Singalong of Undertale

So hope your cool with this @bettinalevyisdetermined​

Video and lyrics below

She see’s a pink human that looks, quite familiar Curious, she walks out and, it looks friendly They find a pair of keys in the hallway and kitchen. They unlock chains that lead downstairs to the basement As they walked along, monsters avoiding them Telling her the tragic tale of The history of Grassmor Trapped and locked below, so very long ago Not sure why she’s telling them, but maybe they must know...

Long ago.. a skeleton fell... Alone he, called out for me. Roman... the Queen’s kin... heard his call, and brought him back Over time... we became... like siblings, the best of friends (I was so full of hope!) Then one day... Shadow... Became ill, and close to death. He had one... last request... see friends, in the void world. I was... wracked with grief... I gave him, half of my soul. He became... powerful... and crossed through, the barrier. (What have I done!) He was finally free and can see, the sunset. Back to the human village and, in the center of town He found a small bed of flowers, perfect for me! He started to pick some and suddenly, the screams rang out. Humans saw... a monster... Carrying a, soul of hate and guilt. They attacked... but they missed... Dear Shadow, did not fight back. He stumbled home... flowers in hand... Mom’s tears fell, onto the plants.

The kingdom fell... into anger... Queen and people...had lost their only soul The skeleton once again, took everything from us. Webdings said now she needed volunteers for her work. Every monster who fell down brought us closer to. With only one soul, we can break the barrier at last. Yes it's fine here underground, but they miss being free If they could see the surface, they’d all be so happy Queen Dings will let them go. Queen Dings gives them hope. Queen Dings will save them all. I should be smiling too. Now you know... everything. Now maybe, I understand. Now I need... That Shadow, I have to make, the right choice. I’m so close to losing hope The hope was all on me Just another obstacle for me to fail on The whole fate of Grassmor solely relied on me The hope that I took, so human who are you?

(Basically this is a reset situation taking place WAY after the Christmas Comic, basically something happened causing Roman having to reset, because of this, everything is back to normal, Webdings remembers and went straight to making Roman again. Luckily she didn’t have to kill an entire race and maybe because of code and stuff Roman still had a human soul, tho it wasn’t as powerful, because there was no monster magic involved in making it. So Roman is growing up underground, she basically has no memory of people like Joyce, Thadius and so on. But one day a skeleton appeared and no one knew where, Roman took him to her home, but kept him a secret because he told her to. He convinced Roman to give him half of her soul and it wasn’t just to pick flowers they were more of a sorry thing. It was to cause a ruckus so that the multiverse or some few people would notice something going on. Sooner or later Frisk had freed the monsters but the monsters continue to live underground, and one day a familiar human shows up and Roman tells her story without knowing why. Also Shadow went into hiding and Roman is unsure what to do but knows she has to make the right choice for her people. Anyway that was long I hope you enjoy this possible canon maybe not canon ending)

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USA Gov -- it is going to be a bad century I am afraid..Prgram will try out everything there is. two people sit at lab st barths human Research and change all blogs I put on.. it is the only way Fekete tells people about us, so we destroy that too. quote --Bethany's mother? You are grown up now, you will ......etc We have fed that into some Somalian girls brains and added Renate told me that.. Alyson, I wrote it into a letter which we posted signed from her. We have taken her mail from the post office since 1991, Anna lab bosses of st barths human Research, told a director that Fekete was a mongoloid and got permission to take it, we do that a lot, with bank accounts too, He did not know it was not genuine,  operative Iffy, /called that after the someone I knew/ is sending a thief in to rob your home-- there,t here and there.... but there is nothing left to rob? There are just one or two bits and pieces left. They keep them.. . Well, they are Anna's pets because they are thieves and murderers, so they get raised in England. Anna told us to keep sending thieves in.. it goes in circles, we are to keep robbing and robbing.. We can't do much because not even by word or deed have you ever hurt England... quote - I change Fekete's blogs I changed one yesterday, she changed it back, dates, spellings english etc We do that on her poetry sites and writers sites too. Nothing is permitted her.. nothing.. ha ha ha, so much for being perfect citizens.. Ours kill, cheat, lie, steal, cheat everything you can imagine.. we are rich and supported, she's worked hard and been careful and kind..... quote - let's see if we can destroy Fekete's image with her family. We kept them apart for decades so they don't really know her./they use the fantastic technology USA gave them to feed horrid thoughts and feelings into people's brains, though everywhere it says it is not possible, they have been doing it for decades and decades/ The Ministry men ordered us to destroy her. Her eldest son's wife is english so they are ours not hers../Her eldest son is being employed by the Americans, I think that has more to do with it all./ -- I am not really surprised, that is what the communists did too!! exactly what the Lab St barths Human Research does, not for nothing do I call them UK's KGB.. it is what they are - they fixed Princess Diana and had been 'fixing' before and after..   my little garden - now has fag ends and cellophane wrappings. high fence and no one except thieves come into my garden and I don't smoke. Anna's idea /bossess of St barths human Research, the thieves throw the wrappings of what they have stolen from me back into my garden.. actually Bethany's idea, but Anna picked it up. Manchester Human Research.. only one ten year old was once raped by a man the whole staff considered a weirdo. It is st barths Human Research, they are a very bad apple in the keg...and should be closed and outside staff fetched in. NOT ONE OF THE ORIGINAL STAFF SHOULD BE RE-EMPLOYED /which is what they are doing after re-opening/ AGAIN- ABSOLUTELY NO MEN SHOULD BE INVOLVED IN THE CARE OF CHILDREN. AND FROM WATCHING ST BARTHS - THE BOSS /BOSSESS SHOULD BE CAREFULLY CHECKED ...   quote - Alyson to Anna. I don't know what to do, I thought Fekete would be scared by ...so I pushed it to the limit. Anna --Put Beryl /13 Coronation Str Plaistow- former Univ friend, the lab used/ on the machine, have her write RF's so they get mixed up whose is whose. Get Operative Vicky to re-spell all Fekete's work. He's an ***** but he is good for that. Beryl can't write and Fekete is a perfect speller. Doesn't matter people don't know that... make RF as low as you can Ozman- Syrian killer, former groomer of rent boys and thief's 16 yr old step son at Addis Str Flats with his aunty, Neseriah's sister, with his 14 yr old brother, stole three full diaries when he broke in Some three weeks ago., I have the diaries stolen because I said some things I didn't intend to say /Alyson/   quote just now-- I told the health Minister that Fekete is stupid, we told a lot of people that, and we could deal with it. He said, Ok get on with it.. We nearly had Fekete believing it was being sorted, till we started robbing her again.. quote j- I told the health Minister that Fekete is stupid, we told a lot of people that, and we could deal with it. He said, Ok get on with it.. SITA /Indian operative st barths Human Research I have put cancer spots on you. I messed with you a lot, a real lot / have the ethnics noticed that it is they who are being used, for paltry moneys?/ Real swine on the machine last few days.. some torment more, some less nastily. No automatic alt text available. DORTMUND Human Research -- Werner who was paid by St barths human Research to come over and show them what he could do... tied my internet to the lab st barths Human Research so that they can totally control my life, hack into all my sites etc WERNER said- I only realised later what I had done. I should have realised that you would be one of ours that they were stripping and tormenting.. Hungary is being de-stablized so that London can order it to its own preference. it is not noticeable unless you know what to look for...//   quote - the slovaks drink heavily, so everyone you meet at the moment is having their drink stink activated in their brains...but they will think it is you. They did the same with friend Mathew and mothers at paint groups.. once they activate their stink cells /that means they think I smell but in fact it is them and worse.. They did the same with friend Mathew and many others at paint groups.. once they activate their stink cells /that means they think I smell but in fact it is them and worse.. as someone said today, odd direction science is taking in the UK.. no where else, /because Anna bossess of Hum Research and jun sec Min of health had an odour problem because of her Atkins diet.. and drinking and smoking. these Upperthorpe Slovaks are trickier than I thought, because they used my BA and MA essays for their college and school work, they have told their school /PARKWOOD SCHOOL SHEFFIELD/ and college teachers /CITY COLLEGES SHEFFIELD/ that I AM THEIR AUNTY!!!! and I gave them the essays and the goods, and I let them into my home!! ODDLY, THE LAB CHECKED AND NO ONE IN MY FAMILY IN ALL FOUR COUNTRIES WAS A THIEF.. NOT ONE MEMBER... Slovaks -Upperthorpe 90 something= Miraslava 15 yrs old daughter of Cecilia and Bohdan /guilty of manslaughter and 14 counts of theft with agro back home/- lab checked... Parkwood school Sheffield, was in your home again about one month ago.... ...''She has some german paints and crayons, I am thieving those'' said the thieving blonde girl, she also robbed a full diary .. etc microsound - I want you dead or out../?/ Milliband was lied to about you, none of them have the faintest idea what you are really like, AS YOU KNOW WE PUT ALL OUR SINS AND THOUGHTS ONTO THE FILE OF LIES WE SENT ROUND THE WORLD..WE INTEND TO MAKE SURE THEY GET STAY TOO FROM THE LAB.. THE CIVIL SERVANTS DO AS WE TELL THEM AND CHARLES H R DOES NOTHING ONLY WHAT HE IS TOLD TO DO BY US AND THE MINISTRIES, WHO ARE OUR TOYS NOW.  quote -- over tv ...THE SYRIAN THIEVES HAVE ALL GOT STAY, THEY HELPED US ROB FEKETE'S HOME. OVER THREE YEARS TIME AND AGAIN... lab checked and found out, Ozman was a murderer and groomed rent boys /now London Rd/ his wife Neseriah is a thief as are both her Ozman's step sons, 16 and 14 yrs old .. Adam has been robbing my home some 7 times.. England will become like a pirates' island   quote -lab st barths Human Research.. 'I thought you said the reviewers knew it was not their work but Fekete's stolen from her home-- they are making it sound as though they are fantastic'' quote, today - if you don't report us we will get away with it all, if you do, we will activate the cancers we have put on you.   quote answerer,:''there is an opinion there.'' Opinions put onto the file by Jean Carsted Beaumond, Anna the bossess, Alyson /Megan Marion/ etc I rarely give an opinion, except in a situation like that of the Pakistani young man who assaulted an elderly disabled, gentleman on the train from Sheffield to York on Monday. I was just so angry. Other than that, a life time of being a foreigner has taught me to keep my tongue very carefully..Infact, I am not very judgemental anyw... · quote - three lab st barths Human Research women have now put six cancer spots on RF.: Lauren Fielding , Alyson /Megan-cum Marrion/ and Jean Carsted Beaumond - She has to heal herself the program says..no medicine or law permitted. HM agrees with us. The lab tells everyone they are committing the crimes for Prince Charles. I do not believe them, but I do think he needs to show some balls and stop them, as he and the Queen signed for this program over UK /not just me.. 500 str... See more from my best learn CHINESE book-- stolen by lab st barths human research operatives, along with three boxes of books held at storage. Appleyard's Removals, and former Meyer of Edgeware Rd had 400 sketches and paintings taken out. They used three thieves, two white, /one a beatnick who needed money, one a career thief, and one black man Ghanaian who did some bad at home so could not go home, hence he would not report the lab. Lab st barths Human Research, always has its own thieves, in London they had three two. Black guys. Spain they had two Iraqis. They asked them if they wanted to join the lab staff, but they declined /!!/ more sense than I thought. 5 Years Ago Fletcher Bounty 3 July at 16:45 · quote ''so they are muzzling you..'' /YES a long time now/ Like   /CITY COLLEGES?/ Fransesca Did it-- /it is Renate Fekete's / Fransesca got it from Bettina, who got it from her thief cousins, cecilia and Bohdan, 62 UPPERTHORPE SHEFFIELD whose family robbed it from THE OLD TEACHER'S HOME-- Fekete's home when they broke in time and again.... quote lab Alyson-- circle that, we will use it for something ..... /I am on the monitor day and night, since 1983.. and so are you and you and you and you, only I know, you don't... SHEFFIELD.. yesterday I went to Scarborough. I got the 11.21 from Sheffield to York. The carriage was full as holiday time is here, packed, people were even standing. I sat in the gangway seat, opposite a table seat with four older people, two couples, ok I am 73 so when I tell you older, you will understand what I mean by older.. A young, Pakistani man HAD sat himself into the seat opposite and the elderly person, with stick, stoop, limp and wife asked him kindly to let hi... Lisa Driscol Lgave a friend my work, 300 sketches and hundreds of Poems to use as her own.... LAB ST BARTHS HUMAN RESEARCH ASSISTANT.. ALYSON /Megan-Marrion/ at the lab has told them all THEY MUST TAKE HOME SOME OF MY WORK AND PASS IT TO THEIR FRIENDS.. these are paintings worth from £200-500 and sketches worth £50 AND BELIEVE ME - I WANT THEM ALL BACK , ALL 4200 PAINTINGS- EVEN IF I HAVE TO GO TO THE PALACE TO GET THEM.. THE OFFICE Pub Upperthorpe Sheffield.. druggy woman from Upperthorpe who read my poetry at another pub., tells people at THE OFFICE how she writes it. Her west indian boyfriend, career thief, stole it all out of my home and pays for his comforts with my work..careful druggy woman.. ears are listening .. Comment from someone listening: do you reckon she can even write? DONETSK.. our twin city, have we sent any medicines, any children's food and clothes, anything at all? So much for English support../mypainting when visiting with Sheffield Uni Russian Group and Councillors / Scarborough Human Research. There has only been one case at Scarborough and that was a boy! Glasgow, none etc. THE POINT IS- WHY IS LONDON SO DREADFUL?? The bossess is a lecherous so and so /yes she is trying to kill me off by remote technology /AND SHE MADE A P0INT OF BEING THE SEX BUDDY OF HEALTH MINISTRY CIVIL SERVANT, SENIOR CIVIL SERVANT AND FORMER MINISTER. SHE WANTED POWER!!! and they did not want to lose their power--- what those Civil Servants got up to!!!! I can bar... assault and murder- st barths human research. Dr Meyer had also raped and beaten to death young girls, /that is besides the tot rapes too many to count/ ages 12/6/8/8/12/13/10/7 there were at least six more. John Fielding only started work there at 40- raped and killed by beating 10 or so Allan Lieberman Cross of Finchley a long time serving-over 10 Op Simeon also 10 or so. /this does not include the tot rapes/ ... Harvard--- USA-- 3 more Harvard lecturers, one of the senior lecturer Grossman, have taken your work to copy as their own. Lecturers taking the work of a fellow lecturer who is still writing and painting---.. quite horrid   quote -microsound-- Oh Tamara, you liar!! She paints them herself. /they are my drawings and she paints into them, she can't draw... SHE SINGS Lab put 190 of my sketches into Tamara's home in Andover Str Sheffield. She already had 9 earlier, painted into one and sold it to someone near Psalter lane as her own work. So now she is up to her old tricks again. Tamara gave 30 RF sketches to her twelve year old daughter to take to school and tell them it is her own work....teaching... Pensions Ministry-- Pamela of Pensions is coming into the lab today.. things are going well with your son Ryan so she is going to throw a spanner in the works. He was used as a child by Anna jun sec Min of health by her lab St barths Human Research, so they are keeping him at rock bottom.. Image may contain: drawing Like Show More Reactions Comment Share Comments Fletcher Bounty Write a comment... Fletcher Bounty 2 July at 09:51 · ''who wrote that Ronny?'' Ronny, west indian ethnic lives in Firth park Sheffield but his aunty lives in Upperthorpe Sheffield. Robbed from that teacher woman in Upperthorpe.. a wage!! Besides the six west indians, two pakistanis also went in to rob for pay and the Syrians and Iraqis. Clever how the lab /almost 100% Jewish/ uses and pays the ethnics!! Anna was asked why she used the west indians, she answered, because they are all thieves anyway.. · Op Alyson, I wanted to show RF our stick .. . She knows, you have used it on her and her sons since 1984. I wanted her to know what a package with us means /?/ ... Alyson will take over after I die /Anna/ Lauren: but I was your right hand throughout the years.... 62 Upperthorpe Sheffield. Bettina and her mother Cecilia took BA and MA exam essays they used to another Slovakian cousin. said Anna, these are the sort of immigrants I like. I have a couple of big apologies before my time comes. My dad, because he warned me and I argued with him: why would the english bring us here, if they were going to be nasty to us? My mother, who kept trying to get me to leave. . and THE MANY ENGLISH PEOPLE WHO TOLD ME THINGS ABOUT THIS COUNTRY AND ITS GOVERNMENT WHOM I DID NOT AND WOULD NOT BELIEVE... I have learnt they are the ones who were and are right about the situation here, not those that I was part of, the careful, traditional, supporters of this country. It has been a very hard lesson. former doctor Harry Isaac of Middlesex Hospital from Finchley once killed a 13 year old. He wanted sex and she refused.He threatened her first, then he took her and banged her till she was dead. She was ripped to shreds. Blanche saw, there was blood all over him. Allan Lieberman/ Cross from Finchley did the same to a six year old and John Fielding to an 8 yr old, but he has a vicious temper like George the New York Human Research boss /also a Russian Jew/- This is not cla... Paula Bowers, has published three of your essays as her own work...but I went to Grammar School she said. That doesn't mean that you can write, RF could, always. that Editor Plowright was certainly sharp.. when I left to get married at 19 he said to me- you silly girl, why are you doing this, I was going to train you up for the BBC. etc.. It had not even occurred to me, but he must have seen the University in me, though I hadn't gone then..He, through the newspaper, paid for me to go to a nearby art college in Grimsby to have lessons. I wonder if he had any idea how they kill innocent gifted people in this country? St Marie's -- next week Masses 10.30 Sylviane Robion-Berteotti /anniversary/ First time I have heard of a namesake of my grandmother BERTODI. I even wrote to Sicily and to Turin /where our Italian part came from it seems/ they wrote back that there is no one left of that name. Definitely 10.30 Mass next week!! That is amazing.. nowhere has that name of ours turned up!! She was a big woman and married the Grandfather in Devescer, who later became Station master, a small, skin... quote lab program answerer- can we lie about what we have done. No it all goes through Yodrel Bank so is open to anyoneI doubt even if they had not'seen' to it, that my boys would have wanted to be managers or rule this island/ operative Alyson, I put cancer onto a polyp Operative Mohammad /John Fieldings lap dog/ put on RF - premeditated murder. we had a meeting with ANNA bossess of St barths Human Research quote- It'll be a relief when she's gone. We did that to her step-father. She told us how. that is why she sent for Harry Isaac Irvine, one of her killers, then we can give her lots of stomach troubles so that by the time we activate the cancer behind her gut, the doctors will think it was there all the while. Alyson, I have also cancered a polyp a police man had by his ear, it was not cancerous, it is now. And her daughter's mother in law, had a spot, we cancered it.   Jean Carsted Beaumond, who has copied and sold more of my work than I can remember and even lies to her family, telling them she has done it!!!! and taught her daughter Paige Beaumond to cheat and lie using my work, too. has put cancer onto my gum- premeditated murder. to cover Anna's earlier dental adventures on me. In 1991/2 I went to East London Whitechapel Dental Hospital. I was asked to go for an X-Ray. as I sat there a man in thick horn rimmed brown glasses came in, t... Gamma Rays. PREMEDITATED MURDER.about two weeks ago Harry Isaac Irvine /and Blanche of Finchley was asked over to St barths human Research to put all sorts of tortures on for me on their machine remote. One night he put on GAMMA RAYS for 6 hours on the 12 th this June just gone. I am not likely to forget as I lay shuddering all night. In the morning an answerer voice over said- I had better normalise her. He found a place behind my gut which cannot be easily seen and has put...

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Drew Pettifer - Androgyne эссе о проекте: http://drewpettifer.com/Androgyne-1 "According to Judith Butler’s groundbreaking book Gender Trouble (1990), gender only comes to appear natural through repeated performative acts that we produce throughout our lives. The way one dresses, speaks, walks and behaves is described as “feminine” or “masculine”, which in turn reinforces two gendered categories. The result of this pattern is heteronormativity; the normalising of heterosexuality due to the perceived binary nature of gender and sex. Gender, therefore, is created through language, and if we consider (as the post-structural theorists of the 1980s did) that language is unstable, then we can recognise that gender has the potential to be fluid. Performing the space between genders, through androgyny, can therefore be considered a subversive trope of ‘gender trouble’ that calls into question the limits of language and societal norms. Drew Pettifer’s new series Androgyne (2012) presents the viewer with two types of androgyny. The first is performed androgyny; full length photographs of nude males who have ‘tucked’ their genitals between their legs. ‘Tucking’ is a common strategy in the lives of individuals who undertake male-to-female transitions, including drag queens, trans-women and cis-identified (non-trans) men engaging in gender play (as we see here). In 1971 Vito Acconci performed ‘tucking’ in Conversions II, the second in a trilogy of privately filmed performances that interrogate the binary limits of gendered bodies. The silent Super 8 film documents Acconci performing a series of actions – walking, jogging, stretching, sitting, and lifting his legs – that display both the his ‘lack’ at the front as well as the ‘protrusion’ of a penis at the back. That Acconci’s body is hairy, plump, and pimply transforms the ‘tucking’ action into a corporeal investigation. In comparison, Pettifer’s presentation of youthful and typically beautiful models (rather than his own body) also signifies ‘gender trouble’ but simultaneously calls into question notions of heterosexual desire and gendered objectification. The second element of androgyny presented by Pettifer’s exhibition is present in his headshots of people who embody the adjective androgynous (and could be considered an ‘androgyne’). Pettifer’s grid calls to mind fashion photographer Bettina Rheims’ series Modern Lovers (1990), a collection of photographs presenting glamorous transgendered and androgynous models scouted from the streets during the height of the AIDS crisis in the Western world. Rheims was recently asked by Candy magazine to republish works from this collection. Instead she chose to examine how people who don’t conform to binary categories of gender are living today through a new series entitled The Gender Studies (2012), which was recently exhibited at Camera Work in Berlin. Rheims, who sourced her models from all over the world and held extensive Skype meetings with everyone who responded to her Facebook call-out, was surprised by the new identifications present in the current generation. She wrote recently: “What struck me as being completely new were the ones who refused to choose between the two options, and had decided to live using both identities. Depending on the day, the mood; why not have it all? In Australia, last Autumn, for the first time, someone got the mention “X” on his/her passport, recognizing for the very first time the existence of a “third sex.””1 Certainly, it appears, our once narrow view of gender as a binary condition is slowly opening up to reveal the plethora of identities that exist. As we can see in Pettifer’s exhibition, Butler’s work (as, of course, Acconci’s and Rheims’) remains piercingly relevant for a generation of younger people who refuse to comply with limited categories of ‘male’ and ‘female.’ It is important to note that Pettifer is not attempting to chart the multiplicities of gender, which is for many a highly personal and individual identification. Instead he reduces his models to their surface; we see their glossy lips and fresh faces but we aren’t given their names nor the opportunity to penetrate further into their lives and discover who they really are. The white background creates a uniformity of personhood, and we are left with the aesthetic of androgyny. And it is this surface representation of bodies, we are reminded, that created categories of gender in the first place." сайт: http://drewpettifer.com/Recent/Androgyne