#non-white author

[slaughter-books]

Day 7: JOMPBPC: Non-White Author

Mariko Tamaki, the talented author of Cold 💜

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[philsmeatylegss]

Yesterday, in NYC, a man lit a woman, who was sleeping in a subway car, on fire until she died. So the man arrested will be charged with terrorism as well as murder, correct? His attack was also threatening the lives of other homeless people (which it is assumed she was so). Surely he will also be charged with terrorism for scaring those people, right?

Or is it only terrorism when rich people are threatened?

Also, surely the fact the person who did this being an undocumented immigrant won’t be mentioned in every single news article about it, right? A woman was brutally murdered. Who gives a shit where the perpetrator is from, all we should care is that he is detained and punished.

Right?

We all agreed to this, right?

Or does race and immigration status only matter when a non-white and or undocumented immigrant commits a crime?

Same place, same police.

And I think we all know how differently this murder will be treated. And why.

[thepoisonroom]

'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.

I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.

About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'

-Casey Plett, Consciousness

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

The Seven Necessary Sins for Women and Girls

Mona Eltahawy

[desdasiwrites]

Happy Bi Visibility Day!

(And happy Bisexual Awareness Week! 💗💜💙)

Here's a list of books with bisexual representation, or by bisexual authors.

Books in the pictures are:

Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Gearbreakers by Zoe Hana Mikuta

Sisterland by Curtis Sittenfeld

Revolutions of All Colors by Dewaine Farria

Running With Lions by Julian Winters

Our Own Private Universe by Robin Talley

Heartstopper, by Alice Oseman

Take a Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert

Difficult Women by Roxane Gay

I’ll Be the One by Lyla Lee

Two Serious Ladies by Jane Bowles

A Darkly Beating Heart by Lindsay Smith

Fresh by Margot Wood

Just Your Local Bisexual Disaster by Andrea Mosqueda

Subatomic: And Other Stories By and About Bisexuals edited by Mariëlle S. Smith and Sìne Màiri Ní Ailpín

I Hate Everyone But You by Gabe Dunn and Allison Raskin

[allgremlinart]

I kind of sort atla episodes into "liberal fuckery" "neutral" and "decisively NOT liberal" and I feel like its kinda slept on how the Wan Shi Tong episode fits into that last category....

[silly-boi-broski]

Pacing around my room and foaming at the mouth like a Rabid Dog™ while I wait for my copy of Compound Fracture and praying it sent to the right house

[atopvisenyashill]

i know i’m always bitching about gaps in the collection at my job and my weird patrons but LISTEN my six the musical readalikes is doing surprisingly well (i shouldn't be surprised, library patrons in general love historical fiction especially bad historical fiction lmao) so i was looking to refill it and i wanted some more ~diverse titles and we have one (1) book about black royals in fiction and as far as i can tell like....absolutely fuck all on asian royals? which reminded me about how grrm has bitched at several points about how there's not a lot of good historical fiction on moorish spain or the maghreb in medieval era, and that's what he likes to read above all else - not a historical tome but history as a story, history written from the point of view of someone interesting.

this post has no point beyond me and george both agreeing there is a HEINOUS, near CRIMINAL lack of popular historical fiction about anywhere outside of europe. someone get on this so that old man can get more excited about world building in dorne pls!!!!

[bobbinalong]

insane things going on on twitter over this drawing of dick:

[sskk-manifesto]

Atsushi's back in the game!!! ۶( ˆ o ˆ )

[panvani]

Surely there have to be robust Japanese anti imperalist texts

[salmonandfox]

Showcase Sunday

OK So: I'm gonna do a couple: One is a fanfic that stuck with me even though I don't venture into A03 as much as maybe I should (especially since I don't feel like I get to take in as much media as I used to outside of books):

I love me a good polyship and these three in particular are a fun one, and also: -BABA YAGA.

... Also the chickens.

You'll understand when you read it.

Baba (201543 words) by Crownofpins Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Castlevania (Cartoon), Castlevania, 悪魔城ドラキュラ | Castlevania Series, Castlevania (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alucard/Trevor Belmont, Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades, Alucard/Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades, Sypha Belnades/Alucard Characters: Alucard (Castlevania), Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades Additional Tags: Friendship, Pre-OT3, OT3, magic is menacing, men darning socks, Domestic, sinister toilets, Fairy Tale Elements, drinking alone in the dark never ends well, trevor no longer likes horses, mention of sexual assault, trevor is the pure one, consensual drunken wriggling Series: Part 2 of Baba Summary: Deep in the wilds, mysterious things wander through the lands on mysterious trails. Dracula isn't the only legend that walks their earth. In stumbling across an abandoned village that seems too good to be true, Trevor stumbles across himself, too. Lucky for him and the lives of the countrymen riding on his success, Alucard and Sypha are there to pick him up.

ALSO for books:

LEGENDBORN: Definitely references racism and stuff which is... part of the story? But also is just a really really good book (I need to finish the series) with -lush- language.

[reservoirreputation]

Dimples, Chapter Eight

Epilogue

One Year Later

Freddy repeats his daily ritual.

It’s a beautiful, mild day. A little cloud cover, sun regularly peaking out to say hi. Warm breeze. He cycles to the usual, sleepy convenience store. His stomping grounds are quiet, local, away from the highly touristy areas. These parts of the islands aren’t as well-cared for, as anyone who lives in a travel-destination or big city or coastal town etc. will attest to. The local government only cares about the pretty parts. It’s hard to believe that that is the case here, too, because all of Hawaii is gorgeous. Areas like this are where most of the locals live, as well.

Freddy and Larry initially kept their heads down. Found an inexpensive rental, made payments on time, didn’t wreck the property. It was a low bar to meet, but in keeping their noses clean, they make it. They buy local groceries, eat better and healthier than ever, even left smoking for once a week. Drinking is cut down, only one beverage a night. There’s so little stress in their lives, they don’t need such distractions.

Freddy’s daily trips to the store are two-fold; grab something they’ve run out of, which is occasional, to grabbing that morning’s paper, somewhat for himself, mostly to leave with having purchased something. The more the locals see them, and associate them with good, frequent business, and a smile or two, the better.

He smiles at the clerk, whose name he doesn’t know, and the clerk doesn’t know Freddy’s, which is same-old, same-old. He says a bright and cheery hello to an older woman, whose car Larry fixed up, last week. She asks what kind of cookies the man likes, intentions clear. Freddy says oatmeal, and she’s beaming.

He grabs the paper, money ready. “Keep the change.” On his bike, heading home.

Larry’s making breakfast burritos when Freddy walks in. The tortillas are warming over the griddle, veggies cooked and set aside, scrambled eggs nearly done. “Anything new?” he asks.

Freddy gives him a quick peck on the cheek. “About to look, myself.”

Larry turns his head for a proper kiss. Freddy grins, obliging.

Freddy sits down at their little kitchen table, opens the paper, goes right for the classifieds. He scans the page carefully. It’s been months since the last message, which was not unusual. There was no set schedule, so he just needed to keep a close eye on things. He spots it, towards the bottom right of the paper.

“Got ‘im.” he reads, “‘Violet sends regards to Creamsicle. All is well. Be in touch, soon.’”

Larry chuckles, setting the pan aside, “Where the hell does he come up with stuff like that?”

“No clue, Mr. Banner.”

Larry is leaning over, looking at the message for himself, “You think he’s coming to visit?”

“Who knows. It’s not like we have to do much to tidy up, around here.” Freddy says, referring to their distinct lack of personal belongings. It wasn’t unusual for people to move from the mainland with so little; it was lighter, cheaper, and you normally made a good chunk of change selling off your stuff, all going towards the move. Freddy looks up, “Don’t you want him to come over?”

Larry considers, “I’ll tolerate him.” he smirks, leans over and kisses Freddy’s forehead.

THE END

{Previous chapter}

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[slaughter-books]

Day 7: JOMPBPC: Non-White Author

[attractthecrows]

retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time