#plus hair has always been an important part of my gender recognition (and is for a lot of trans women in general)
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hardwood comb project
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I forgor to buy a lighter colored wood for the spine/core so I can't keep working on it tonight cause all I've got is the walnut.
#woodworking#alt text#Ford's art#I made a bamboo comb in high school and I've always wanted to make another comb but better#and I don't need a really broad toothed comb cause my hair is straight and not massively thick#but my gf has very thick curly hair and so I think this would be very cool and also useful#she lets me braid it when she comes over so it stays out of the way when we kiss and it's very gorgeous and beautiful#anyway apparently my being aroace is canceled because damn she's very cool and I'm feeling sappy again#(don't get into ace exclusionist discourse on my diy comb post aroace is valid so stay off my lawn please)#I'm debating whether to stain the wood I think I will but I definitely need to test a patch of scrap first because#because I'm not very familiar with staining hardwood#feels like every art project I do is always just âuh oh I've never done this before I hope it works out okayâ#but ugh I have a vision in my head of how I want it to be when finished and I hope to dog I can make it close#I don't add text id to other people's posts but since I have the option here I kind of feel like it's responsible posting to add descriptio#I will update as I continue the project if I remember to.#plus hair has always been an important part of my gender recognition (and is for a lot of trans women in general)#so making and giving something that supports that aspect of her feels really meaningful yaknow?
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random thoughts on jon conningtonâs chapters
The last time I read this was over four years and I had a different take on Aegon, so I was curious to see on what changed with a second read.
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The Lost Lord ~ ADWD
Sansa and Aegon
Alayne II (Sansa II) ~ AFFC
When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright."
The Lost Lord ~ ADWD
"We have gone to great lengths to keep Prince Aegon hidden all these years," Lemore reminded him. "The time will come for him to wash his hair and declare himself, I know, but that time is not now. Not to a camp of sellswords." (...)
"The plan was to reveal Prince Aegon only when we reached Queen Daenerys," Lemore was saying." (...)
The prince wore sword and dagger, black boots polished to a high sheen, a black cloak lined with blood-red silk. With his hair washed and cut and freshly dyed a deep, dark blue, his eyes looked blue as well. At his throat he wore three huge square-cut rubies on a chain of black iron, a gift from Magister Illyrio. Red and black. Dragon colors. That was good. "You look a proper prince," he told the boy. (...)
Sansa and Aegon are supposed to reveal themselves by washing the dye out of their hair and wearing their house colours, in an event that involves a wedding with someone that will facilitate claiming their birthright.
However, Aegon said âfuck that bitch Danerysâ and getting married, revealed himself somewhat (to the Golden Company higher-ups only) wearing his house colours and went back to Westeros to reclaim his birthright on his own, unware that his cousin from his motherâs side is coming to him to offer aid in the war.. Aegon washing his hair of the blue dye and doning his armour will only happen wieh he sets foot in Westeros.
Likewise, we can draw a parallel scenario for Sansa and considering the âSansa is grey girl who flees from a marriageâ it all fits, Like Aegon, Sansa syas âfuck that bitch blonde Bobby B Harry and getting married, like Aegon she wears a grey cloak, and like Aegon sheâll be meeting her cousin and eventually claim her birthright.
I somehow doubt Sansa will be getting an army that soon, but in the show she got the Wildlings (via Jon, who can be seen as âsellswordâ type of warriors) and the Vale army. In the books, thereâs the mountain clans both in the Vale (loyal to Tyrion, whom sheâs married to) and the north mountain clans (those that protected Bran because he is Nedâs son and joined Stannis also because of Ned and his daughter).
Another thing of note is Aegon ended up cutting his hair but dyed blue once more, so this may be true for Sansa as well. She may cut it shorter (a parallel to her sister Arya as well) but keep dying it for awhile still. Such, she may reach the Wall and meet Jon as a brunette (a parallel to Jeyne Poole as well as Alys Karstark). ETA: Likewise Aegon only revealing himself by washing his hair and doning his armour when he invades Westeros (his birthright), Sansa may only wash her hair and done her armour when the northern campaign starts.
Regardless, This is a smart choice because...
Cersei IV ~ ADWD
The queen bristled. "I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf." She refused to say the girl's name. "I ought to have shown her to the black cells as the daughter of a traitor, but instead I made her part of mine own household. She shared my hearth and hall, played with my own children. I fed her, dressed her, tried to make her a little less ignorant about the world, and how did she repay me for my kindness? She helped murder my son. When we find the Imp, we will find the Lady Sansa too. She is not dead . . . but before I am done with her, I promise you, she will be singing to the Stranger, begging for his kiss."
The Lost Lord ~ ADWD
"His because they're bought and paid for. Ten thousand armed strangers, plus hangers-on and camp followers. All it takes is one to bring us all to ruin. If Hugor's head was worth a lord's honors, how much will Cersei Lannister pay for the rightful heir to the Iron Throne? You do not know these men, my lord. It has been a dozen years since you last rode with the Golden Company, and your old friend is dead."
Cerseiâs attention on Aegon is also a parallel to Cerseiâs attention to Sansa, interestingly enough Tyrion is mentioned in both instances. Cerseiâs attention on Sansa also come attached with the âsinging the Stranger for a kissâ, which is interesting because if âSansa is the Grey Girlâ theory holds to, the guy sheâs running to for protection is in fact.... dead or close to (the Stranger is their god and in the show... the episode was aplty named, the Book of the Stranger).
The bells tolled for all of us that day. For Aerys and his queen, for Elia of Dorne and her little daughter, for every true man and honest woman in the Seven Kingdoms. And for my silver prince. (...)
He had grown fond of Lemore, but that did not mean he required her approval. Her task had been to instruct the prince in the doctrines of the Faith, and she had done that. No amount of prayer would put him on the Iron Throne, however. That was Griff's task. He had failed Prince Rhaegar once. He would not fail his son.Â
Let me live long enough to see the boy sit the Iron Throne, and Varys will pay for that slight and so much more. Then we'll see who's soon forgotten.
I grant that the obsession that Jon Connington has for Rhaegar Targaryen is milder and more honourable, compared to the obsession Littlefinger has for Catelyn Tully, but the fact is this is yet another parallel between Sansa and Aegon. They both have mentors with an unhealthy obsession with one of their parents and hate the other, which they project onto the kids. Last, but not least, both mentors are passing off as parents of the children while they remain disguised under a false indentiy.
However, as Sansa will have to run from Littlefingerâs toxic shadow, I suspect Aegon will do much the same. I have suspicions. Sansa escaped Littlefinger because of Jon, as he took the role of protection. No matter how people see the ship, the fact is Jon is a lot like Ned V2 (at least, thatâs how Littlefinger will see it and he hated the man) but the truth is Jon is Nedâs nephew and Sansaâs cousin from his motherâs side.
Likewise, Aegon is about to meet Arianne Martell, whoâs the niece of his mother Elia Martell, which makes them cousins from his motherâs side. Elia Martell, whom Jon Connington... hates, often speculated in fact that he was in love with Rhaegar Targaryen himself. The symmetry of all this, not only the mentorâs obsession with the children but also the love / hate hey have for their parents.
Conningtonâs wish to see Aegon crowned and the giant chip he has on his shoulder for not being recognised. For the former, I have not found any reference to Littlefinger wanting to sit the Iron Throne in the books, but this was basically his goal in the show. To be king with Sansa by his side. For the latter, well thatâs the drive of his character, heâs a social climber seeking recognition.
Sansa VII ~ ASOS
I will tell my aunt that I don't want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows. She wasn't a beggar, no matter what her aunt said. She was thirteen, a woman flowered and wed, the heir to Winterfell.
The Lost Lord ~ ADWD
"Why should I go running to my aunt [implied marriage] as if I were a beggar? My claim is better than her own. Let her come to me ⊠in Westeros."Â
Eh. Same energy. They are not beggars and they know their birthright, they will not be forced to marry someone they donât want to to facilitate it.
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TL;DR: I think these concurrence between Sansa and Aegon suggest that Aegon is real, but also glimpse into their characters beyond their toxic mentors and their ascencion to power. It will be interesting to watch their common points in future events, even if by the fact that theyâre different genders and that makes PLENTY of difference in ASOIAF.
Jon and Aegon
Jon II ~ ASOS
A few tents were still standing on the far side of the camp, and it was there they found Mance Rayder. Beneath his slashed cloak of black wool and red silk he wore black ringmail and shaggy fur breeches, and on his head was a great bronze-and-iron helm with raven wings at either temple. Jarl was with him, and Harma the Dogshead; Styr as well, and Varamyr Sixskins with his wolves and his shadowcat.
The Lost Lord ~ ADWD
The prince wore sword and dagger, black boots polished to a high sheen, a black cloak lined with blood-red silk. With his hair washed and cut and freshly dyed a deep, dark blue, his eyes looked blue as well. At his throat he wore three huge square-cut rubies on a chain of black iron, a gift from Magister Illyrio. Red and black. Dragon colors. That was good. "You look a proper prince," he told the boy. (...)
I personally ignored Aegon because I started with the show and didnât know he was a (living) character until I read the books. I wasnât even all that convinced heâd be particularly important. So I always looked at Jonâs interactions with Mance (associated with black + red) as "preparationâ for Jonâs internactions with Daniella.
Hoewver, that changed when show!Cersei took over some of book!Aegon role: sitting on the Iron Throne, the Golden Company, and loved over Daniella in the last to final episode. It seems to me now that Mance can also (at the very least if not all) be seen as âpreparationâ for Jonâs interactions Aegon. As said, Mance dresss in a black and red cloak which associates him with Targs, the cloak being âcopiedâ by Aegon. Mance united the notorious âgive no fucks about authority) wildlings under one idea (run from the Others), while Aegon united a sellsword compay (sellswords are untrustworthty).
Moreover, itâs my conviction that Jon and Aegon are probably going to war against each other for a time (this is illustrated by what I believe are their respective dragons and a natural consequence if Aegon sits in Kingâs Landing while the Starks declare Northern Indepdencen), until they sommehow make peace (in case of Mance and Jon it was because of the Others, but for Jon and Aegon it could be their fire counterart, Danerys).
TL;DR: I think these vague connections between Mance and Aegon are rather interesting and may be âpreparationâ for Jon and Aegonâs intereactons will involve war AND peace. Interestingly, Conningtonâs next chapter feaures battle.
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Iâm Still Here (a songfic oneshot)
Pairing: None (maybe Moxiety if you squint)
Characters: (Human AU) Virgil, Logan, Patton, Roman, Dr. Picani, Duncan (Deceit), Jamal, Dariana, Alma (OC)
Warnings: mentions of considered suicide, self hate, abandonment
Summary: A year ago, Vigil couldnât have imagined himself being alive, let alone accepted as he was and happy. But here we was, and on the anniversary of the day he decided to start truly living, he plans to show it to his little corner of the world.
Authorâs Note:Â Hey friends! Iâve had this idea in mind for a while and really just wanted to get it out there. Iâve always loved the film Treasure Planet and the main song from it, but it wasnât until recently when I heard the song again that I realized it could tell another kind of story. I tried to do as much justice as possible but I am not myself trans or part of the lgbt community. So if I got anything wrong or couldâve done anything better please let me know. As always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. Iâm always open to writing advice. Enjoy!Â
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Knowing who you are and coming to terms with it is one thing. Actually getting to be who you truly are without fear and loving yourself is a whole other, much harder thing. As far back as he could remember Virgil had always known two things about himself with absolute intuitive certainty: that he was an anxious mess and that he was a boy. Even without being consciously aware of what gender was specifically, he always felt that way on the inside. It wasnât until he was five or six and his mom kept forcing him to wear too tight pigtails and poofy dresses that he realized the rest of the world didnât see him that way; that his outside didnât match the inside. He hated it and himself.
As he got older he allowed himself small acts of defiance. He insisted on wearing pants when he could and cut his long black hair short. He always insisted on people calling him âVâ instead of âVictoria.â His parents werenât trilled about their child being an introverted sarcastic tomboy that played guitar all day instead of a polite, sweet, studious young lady, but they still loved him. Or rather, they loved Victoria. Virgil learned to hide who he really was, got good at keeping quiet and playing the part as long as it kept his parents happy and himself safe. It was a miserable time in his life. He hated his body, hated his mind, and hated himself; that he longed to have the simple luxury of being his true self, knowing it was impossible. One day, Virgil decided he didnât want to live this way anymore.
That had been two years ago.
âYo, Virgil! You still with us man?â Jamal asked, breaking Virgil out of his thoughts.
âOh, yeah. Sorry âbout that dude,â he said to the keyboard player.
âNo worries. You just donât usually get all spaced out like that during rehearsals.â
âGuess Iâm trying to channel my inner Ziggy Stardust,â Virgil said, smirking at his band mate.
âThatâs not exactly our usual sound,â said their drummer Dariana. She was sitting in Jamalâs lap, lightly scratching the back of her boyfriendâs fro. âBut hey, I guess it kind of works for this particular song.â
âJust make sure your head stays in the music,â Duncan droned as he adjusted the strings on his bass. âAfter all, youâre the one who insisted we do a cover of this song for the talent show instead of one of our own songs. Or begged is more like it.â
âEasy Duncan,â Jamal warned the other musician. âIâd like to get through one rehearsal without you two going at each other.â
âIâm just saying the talent show is this Friday. If our fearless leader is going to make us learn a whole new song in so short a time,â Duncan threw daggers at Virgil with his brown and green eyes, âthe least he can do is stay focused during rehearsal.â
Virgil fought the urge to hiss at the Nirvana t-shirt clad teen. The guy was a sarcastic snake in the grass at times, but there was no denying his musical skills. He was an important part of the band, so he tried to keep the peace most days. And to be fair, he wasnât wrong in this instance. Virgil has been so adamant for them all to learn this song in time for the school talent show. The least he could do was put 110% of his focus into practice.
âYeah, yeah. I gotcha. No more daydreaming âtill weâre done.â Virgil promised.
âAnd hey! Weâve nearly got it finished,â said Dariana as she returned to her drum set. âAnd itâs only taken, what, three hours?â
Virgil smirked at her subtle call-out to him. He knew she was tired, as was he. Still, his anxiety at possibly being off key or hitting a sour note the night of the show made him push them all to practice even more than usual. This performance was too important to him.
âAlright, letâs pick it back up from the bridge, run through the song two more times and then weâll call it quits.â said Virgil.
âAfter we do our ritual for good luck,â Jamal said. âIt is the night of the full moon. Gotta get as much of that good energy as we can from Gaia.â
âOf course,â said Virgil. He already had the three spell candles, quarts and incense in his backpack. âCanât forget that.â
He waited for Dariana to count them in. She clicked her drumsticks together, âOne-two-three-four!â
Virgil lost himself in the music as he always did, giving his band mates full attention. After the four Wiccan teens completed the small ceremony they went their separate ways. Well, save for Duncan, since their rehearsal space was in his garage. Yet another reason Virgil tried to keep things civil with him. It wasnât his fault their personalities clashed harder than a cymbal.
On the long bus ride to the apartment he now called home, Virgil put on his large headphones to block out the rest of the world. It was the easiest ways to relax and not let the anxiety of being in a crowded public vehicle overwhelm him. As the music played and the streets passed him by outside the window, Virgil found himself looking back on where heâd started. He almost couldnât believe it sometimes. Two yearsâŠTwo years since the night he wanted to end his life and the same night where a chance encounter had convinced him not toâŠ
âŠThat night Virgil had waited till his parents were fast asleep. Not that he thought theyâd miss him (he was never the daughter they wanted him to be) but still, he wanted to spare them the unpleasant sight. Sometime between the witching our and 3am he snuck out the bedroom window and made his long walk to the high wooded hill on the borderline of their small town. He didnât go there anymore, but at the time that had been Virgilâs safe retreat where he could go to think or cry. He and the occasional summer potheads only ever occupied it. It had been a crisp autumn night and the stars were in their full radiant splendor. Heâd at least wanted something beautiful to see in his last moments on Earth.
When he got the top of the hill, the last thing heâd expected to find was someone else already there. It was some guy around his age, and he had been sitting just a few feet away from the cliffâs edge. In all honesty, at the time, Virgil was both surprised and thoroughly pissed. He had been trying to avoid witnesses. Virgil must have stepped on a branch or something, because suddenly the guy was alerted to his presence. When he turned around Virgil froze. Even with only the light of the half moon he recognized the dark hair, piercing blue eyes and glasses. It was a classmate of his from school. Since he was still just a freshman Virgil had never plucked up the courage to talk to him, or anyone else really for that matter. Plus the guy always seemed to be stuck nose deep in his studies. Yet there seemed to be a look of recognition in the othersâ face.
âGood evening,â he said, like some figure straight out of a gothic novel.
âUhâŠhey,â said Virgil. He pulled up the hood of his purple sweater.
âI hadnât expected anyone else to be out here tonight, let alone know about this spot,â the guy said, pushing up his glasses. He didnât seem annoyed however. If anything he sounded curious, yet there was something soothing about his deep voice. âWould you like to join me?â
Virgil watched him pat the spot next to him. It wouldâve looked weird if he refused, since he clearly came up there with a purpose. So Virgil opted to sit down for the time being. Besides, given how late it was, the guy was bound to leave at some point.
âYouâre in my chemistry class, right?â he asked.
âUh, yeah,â said Virgil.
âI thought so. Yet I donât believe weâve ever properly spoken before. Iâm Logan Sanders. And you are?â
Virgil looked down at the held out hand. How could a guy come off as so formal yet open at the same time? Not wanting to be rude, Virgil took his hand, cold from the night air.
âIâm Vicââ He gulped. Well, if this was gonna be his last night, might as well let himself be honest for once. Whatâs he have to lose? ââŠVirgil. Virgil Yangâ
Logan didnât let go or look at him in disgust, but his eyebrows did shoot up. Virgil pulled his hand back, not aware of the softening look on Loganâs face.
âAh. I see. Well then, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Virgil.â
âYeah, yeah, I know. I donât look and sound like a typical guyââ
âPerhaps your biology may not match your gender. However that doesnât negate how you perceive yourself to be on a soul level. If you say you are a boy, which I assume so given the masculine name, unless you are non-binary, then frankly itâs no right of mine to refute it,â Logan said matter-of-factly.
There were a lot of words there, a few of which had confused Virgil at the time. But the basic gist he gleaned was that he had been honest about who he was, and instead of receiving disgust or hatred, Logan had taken it in stride. No one had ever treated Virgil that way before.
âIâm a guy.â It felt like such a stupid response, but saying it out loud had felt like a boulder being tossed off his chest.
âWell then there it is.â said Logan with a small smile.
Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat. âY-yeah I guessâŠThanks.â
âOf course. So I realize this is none of my business, but out of curiosity might I ask what brings you up here tonight?â
Jeez, he really did speak too old for someone his age. âI should be asking you the same thing.â
Classic deflective technique. Logan scrutinized him but didnât press. In his eyes, there was almost a silent yet pained understanding.
âFair enough. I happen to enjoy coming out here from time to time to look at the stars and wait to make my pre-dawn prayers. Itâs quite relaxing to do so in nature, especially before the weather becomes too cold.â
âPre-dawn prayers?â Virgil asked.
âIndeed. My faith requires Muslims like me, although mind you I am only a recent convert, to perform five daily prayers so as to facilitate a constant mindfulness of God in our daily lives,â Logan explained.
âNo offense but I wouldnât have pegged you as the religious type. Not that Iâm judging or anything!â Virgil added quickly. âI mean, itâs not something I vibe on myself, but if itâs your thing, that cool I guess. You just seem all scientific and logical and stuff.â
âValid assumption, but false. On the contrary, it is possible for science and spirituality to go hand in hand, so to speak. After all, science is the study of the structure and behavior of the physical world around us, even to the unseen subatomic level, and adequately submitting to it. And what is faith other than the study of and submission to an unseen divine force greater that oneself?â Virgil caught the gleam of excitement in Loganâs eyes as he spoke. âAdditionally, some of the greatest scientific minds emerged from the Islamic world. For example, did you know that one of the greatest astronomers in history was a Muslim?â
Virgil perked up at that part. âAstronomy?â
When he told Logan that astronomy was his all time favorite subject, the guy went into full-on nerd mode. They started talking about their favorite constellations and the stories behind them. Logan talked about his favorite astronomers and Virgil listened with wrapped interest, captivated by the otherâs enthusiasm. Somehow this led to Logan telling Virgil about his theories on how God was actually a They/Them/Their and not an all powerful cis-white He or even a She since God was beyond the human concepts of gender, race, or sexuality. It was so out there and beyond anything Virgil had ever been exposed to, yet it was just so damn wild and interesting to listen to Logan ramble on about it. The more they talked the less Virgil thought about the reason why heâd gone up there in the first place.
Even when Logan stopped to pray, using the small rug heâd brought with him, Virgil didnât move from his spot. He watched Logan pray or looked back up at the stars. They really had been beautiful that night. Not even that, however, compared to the otherworldly beauty of when the sun finally started to rise. It wasnât like Virgil had never seen a sunrise before, but something about that one was different. Like the volume on the world around him was turned up yet there was a comfortable silence to it all as well. It broke the walls inside of Virgilâs heart and released the toxic black flood that had been swelling up inside of him for years.
When Logan, having been long done with his prayers, saw Virgil cry he didnât say anything. Didnât try to cheer him up or pull back in confused discomfort. Instead he placed a still yet gentle hand on Virgilâs shoulder and sat with him until heâd cried himself out. Even after Virgil calmed down Logan didnât try to get him to open up about why heâd suddenly started sobbing. Instead he only asked if Virgil felt better. He had. Then Logan offered him a ride back to town on the back of his bike. To his surprise, Virgil took up the offer. He no longer felt as tired as he had on the climb up, but he had felt physically exhausted. He longed for his bed and a good breakfast of rice and eggs with some kimchi. Virgil had taken one last look at the cliff before following Logan down the hill. He could always try again if he needed to, he had reasoned. Death wasnât going anywhere.
It was because of that one chance encounter that heâd lived to see another day, and more to come.
After that night on the cliff Logan started to talk to him more at school. As nervous as he was at first, Virgil slowly allowed the logical nerd into his small world. They sat together at lunch in comfortable silence, or occasionally got into debates that were admittedly pretty fun. They were both freshman so they had a lot of the same classes. Theyâd hang out in the library after school or do homework at Loganâs house where his mom would invite Virgil to stay for dinner. Sometimes when Virgil was having a panic attack Logan would be able to help calm him down. They never brought up the cliff again, yet Virgil knew without asking that âif he wanted him toâLogan would be there to listen. One day Logan suggested, albeit in his straightforward way, that Virgil join him at the schoolâs LGBTQ Club meetings after school. That was also the day Virgil learned his Muslim friend was Bi. The club was also where Virgil would meet his other soon to be two best friends, Patton (the pansexual club president) and Roman (the gayer than the Yule Tide vice president).Â
It was because of Logan that heâd found a community and his first real friends.
The more Virgil went to the LGBTQ Club meetings, the more he got to understand the part of his identity that heâd tried to hide away for so long. Virgil was especially drawn to Patton, whoâd been the first to welcome Virgil with open arms. Not only was the guy super frigging cute (not that heâd ever admit it out loud) but also the curly haired freckle faced boy was so incredibly warmhearted! Everything about him radiated comfort and kindness and understanding. Perhaps it was because heâd been born blind, but Patton had a way of seeing people (a pun the guy used way too often) for who they were beneath the surface. He slowly got Virgil to open up more about his parents and himself. Patton was an ever-patient listener. The practicing Buddhist had even started teaching Virgil meditation as a way to help calm his thunderstorm mind, and it did help. Later on Patton convinced Virgil to talk wit his father, who also happened to be the schoolâs guidance councilor, to see if maybe he could help with some of the things he had been dealing with for so long on his own.
It was because of Patton that heâd found hope.
Roman had taken longer to warm up to, since there were both so similar and different at the same time. However, once they got past the snarky banter and discovered a mutual love of Disney and Sondheim, theyâd become great friends. When he officially came out as FtM transgender, Roman had been his biggest supporter. Anytime some idiots gave him a hard time in school or threatened him, Roman was there to defend him and tell the others off. Heâd convinced his parents to let Virgil stay at his house the first week after being kicked out. Granted, Roman hadnât told his Sephardic Jewish parents why his skinny goyim friend from school needed a place to stay (he wasnât exactly âoutâ at home yet), but they didnât press. All they knew was that their sonâs friend needed help and lots of big meals. So they welcomed Virgil until heâd found a more permanent place to stay. After that, Roman and Virgil had become brothers. Later on the actor introduced him to other musicians, artists, books and plays that were all LGBT centric in an attempt to help him through his trans journey. (âItâs important to keep up with fellow gay icons, especially when you plan to be the next NPH.â) For the first time Virgil saw himself in otherâs, saw that he wasnât alone. He began to think that, hey, if other people made it through okay âhad even made an impact in peopleâs livesâ maybe he could too.
It was because of Roman that heâd found his self worth.
Once the drama king had learned of Virgilâs interests and talent in music, he convinced him to be part of the band for the schoolâs musical. That was where heâd met Jamal, Dariana and Duncan. After learning they all shared a love of punk rock music and were each practicing wiccans, the four teens decided to form their own band. Of course Virgil had been nervous at first and never failed to get stage fright before performing. Yet whenever he got up behind a microphone, guitar in hand and started to sing, he felt a strange sense of calm. When he performed, Virgil couldnât be anywhere else but in the now and he loved that. On top of that, because he had not only a good voice but also a fairly low one for someone of his, uh, biology, he passed easier as a boy in the audiencesâ eyes. Over time the Children of Hecate found their sound and became local favorites. Sure theyâd only played at school dances and local open mic nights, but it was a start. This one guy Remy who owned a coffee shop down town even paid them to perform twice a month to get in a younger crowd.
It was because of their band that heâd found his voiceâŠ
âŠThe shuddering jerk of the bus shook Vigil from his memories. Good thing too, or else he wouldâve missed his stop. Really gotta work on not zoning out on public transportation. The last thing he wanted was to end up in some part of town that wasnât familiar. His nerves would never survive.
The apartment was only a block away form the bus stop. He climbed up the stairs (elevators freaked him out too much), got to the door, took out his spare key and went inside kicking off his boots. The smell of garlic pasta and cookies welcomed him, as did the sound of jazzy Studio Ghibli music renditions. The Picani household never ceased to be a warm and inviting safe haven for him.
âIâm home,â Virgil called out.
âHiya Virgil!â Patton said, popping his head out from the kitchen.
Virgil noticed he was wearing an apron. Mustâve been helping his Ren out in the kitchen again. It always made Virgil nervous thinking about Patton being in the kitchen when he couldnât properly see the appliances or the stove. Yet Patton insisted, and admittedly has proven, that heâs perfectly capable of cooking so long as someone else is with him.
âHey Patton. Iâm at the door,â said Virgil, letting the other boy follow his voice.
Patton didnât need his cane when at home, and he maneuvered around the apartment like a pro. He reached out to Virgil and enveloped the young musician in a big hug.
âHow was band practice?â asked Patton when they broke apart.
âWent pretty well. The songâs coming along good and Duncan and me only snapped at each other once. New record.â
âHelloooo nurse!â Shouted Dr. Emile Picani as he popped in from down the hall in all his pink haired glory. âGlad to see ya got home safe Virgil.â
âThat makes two of us Doc,â he said.
Virgil set his bag and guitar case down before letting himself be caught in a big hug from the school guidance counselor. Even his hugs were as animated as the cartoons he loved.
âDid I hear you two talking about that new song youâre planning for the talent show? I hope itâs the Disney one you were obsessed with a while back?â
It had been sometime last month when Virgil, Patton and Picani had sat down for one of their Disney movie marathons. Theyâd put on Treasure Planet, which until then Virgil had never seen. Not only did he love the protagonist, story, and animation, but also the song just spoke to him. Even though the lyrics werenât about the struggles heâd gone through necessarily, they still spoke to Virgil on a personal level. Heâd listened to it on repeat for weeks. Thatâs how he got the idea to sing it with his band for the talent show after he found out the date.
âYep. The very same.â
âExellent,â said Picani in a semi-good Stewie Griffin voice. âSuch a great song from a highly underrated movie. I mean seriously, itâs about pirates in SPACE! HOW is that not more popular?!â
âOh dear,â said a bright voice from the kitchen. âWhen my partner starts going on a Disney rant is when I come to the rescue.â
Pattonâs Ren came out of the kitchen, wiping their hands with a dishrag. Virgil squinted to see the pronouns necklace they wore. Today was a âsheâ day. As much as she teased the grown man about his cartoon obsessions she really was no better. The long blue winter skirt, black legging and white cashmere sweater she wore made her look practically like Belle incarnate. Save for the cropped curly blonde hair that Patton shared.
âHello Vigil, welcome back,â she said, pulling him gently into a hug.
âHey Alma,â said Virgil, returning the embrace. The Picanis were the only people that Virgil let hug him. âDinner smells great.â
âThank you! Should be ready soon. If you could help me set the table after you wash up Iâd really appreciate it.â
âNo problem,â he said. Helping out was the absolute least Virgil could do.
âOh I canât wait to hear your band play this Friday!â Alma said. âIâve got the perfect suit to wear for your special night and everything. Even found myself a nice galaxy tie to go along with your space songâs theme.â
âIâm sure youâll look killer Alma.â
âDonât forget, Romanâs gonna be in it too,â said Patton. âWeâve gotta show him our love and support also.â
âWell now that goes without saying sweetheart.â
Suddenly Patton started sniffing the air. âUhh Renny, did the timer go off? âCause I smell smoke.â
âMy cookies!â She rushed back to the kitchen. Virgil, Patton and Picani barely held back their giggles.
Virgil really owed the Picanis more than heâd ever be able to repay. When Patton finally convinced Virgil to start seeing his dad for counseling about his anxiety issues, it opened up a new door for him. The hilarious, fun loving, yet surprisingly wise Dr. Emile Picani had given Virgil tools to help manage his mental health issues. Not only that but over time he gave him even more. His office became a safe haven when he had panic attacks or just needed quiet. Picani got Virgil to open up more about his sexuality and body dysmorphia after revealing he was non-binairy (although he tended to favor he/they pronouns). Pretty soon Virgil saw the man as a second father figure. After Patton had told his dad about how Virgilâs parents kicked him out and he was temporarily staying with Roman, Picani immediately told Virgil to pack his things and that he was more than welcome to stay with them. No room for arguments. His partner had been equally as welcoming to Virgil after hearing his story. She even went out and bought Virgil his first binder for his birthday. The Picanis went the extra mile to researched ways for him to get testosterone shots after he revealed he wanted to start transitioning. They gave him a roof, food, comfort, and a place of belonging.
It was because of them that heâd found his freedom.
They spent dinner with the usual boisterous chatter and laughter, Virgil chipping in with his own quieter comments every now and then. Afterwards he and Patton cleaned up and worked on homework together. Then they watched cartoons with Picani before Alma told them to get to bed. All three of them. They whined but did as they were told.
Virgil lay on his futon and stared up at the ceiling thinking. In just a few days it will have been a year since Virgil came out. A year since he started transitioning; now he was more than halfway through the treatments. A year that he found himself happier than he ever wouldâve dreampt possible. He fell asleep repeating one thought in his mind like a prayer...Iâm Still HereâŠ
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The next day at school went by as usual. Virgil and Patton got a ride there with Picani, Virgil tried to stay awake during his first two periods, and Logan nudged him awake during third and fourth period classes. To all of their delight Logan, Roman, Patton and him shared the same lunch period this year, so the four juniors sat at their usual table. Logan and Roman got into some debate or other, Virgil sat back to enjoy the show, and Patton threw in a couple of puns while also reminding Virgil to actually eat his lunch. Then they split up and Virgil went to spend his free period with Picani in the councilors office. Afterwards he spent the last two classes with Roman. All in all, it was a pretty solid day. That is, until the last bell rang.
âOh come on! Okay, Iâll admit you have a point about the dark undertones of Sleeping Beauty and Peter Pan and Snow White, but it canât be possible for ALL of the Disney films to have sinister hidden messages.â Roman said, slamming his locker next to Virgilâs for emphasis.
âCome on Pricy, have you ever read the original fairy tales those movies are based off of?â Virgil asked as they walked down the hall. âItâs some seriously dark shit!â
âIâm telling Patton you said a bad word,â Roman said in a teasing sing-song tone, dramatically draping his red letterman jacked over one shoulder.
âDonât you dare rat on me to Patton.â Virgil gave his best black eye-lined glare.
âAww whatâs the matter chemically imbalanced romance, afraid of getting on his bad side?â Roman teasingly ruffled Virgils purple dyed hair, knowing he hated it.
âIf he even has one,â Virgil muttered, smiling softly at the thought of his sweet and wholesome friend.
âYou know Virgil, one of these days youâre really going to have to tell Patton that you likeââ
Roman shut up suddenly. Virgil was grateful for it, because Patton and Logan were both coming their way from the opposite hall. Loganâs black and blue flannel clad arms were loaded with three our four books and Patton was tapping his walking cane along the hall.
âUh-oh! Guess youâd better start calling me Beetlejuice, âcause I swear I heard my name three times,â Patton beamed. âHi Roman! Hi Virgil!â
âSalutations again you two,â said Logan.
âHey guys.â
ââSup?â
âDid we interrupt your conversation?â asked Logan.
âNah, just the usual banter,â said Roman.
The four of them walked out the school together, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. The leaves had already turned a multitude of red and orange colors. There was a slight chill in the wind that felt sharp in Virgilâs lungs every time he breathed. He was grateful for his usual attire of skinny jeans and his favorite hoodie.
âJeepers, Iâm gonna make myself a nice hot chocolate when I get home,â said Patton to Virgil. âMy knees are freezing!â
âI told you it was too cold for a skirt today Pat,â said Virgil.
As usual Patton was clad in one of his soft slightly oversized sweaters. However, instead of his usual jeans, that morning heâd opted for one of the knee length skirts he occasionally wore. Ordinarily Virgil enjoyed seeing Patton in a skirt every now and then (even if it did make his gay brain short circuit), but this time around it was definitely not weather appropriate and he was worried about Patton catching a cold.
âWell it was pretty warm this morning, and I really felt like wearing something cute and comfy that I could twirl in,â said Patton. âI didnât think itâd get so cold.â
âOn the contrary Patton, it shouldnât be all that surprising given that it is currently 53 degrees out and mid-October,â said Logan, adjusting his glasses.
âSheesh Logan, you canât ever let me skirt around a subject, can you?â They all laughed save for Logan, who groaned at all of Pattonâs puns.
âI keep telling you, listen to the weather reports the night before,â Roman said.
âI guess, but why bother when itâs easier to just stick my head out the window every morning?â asked Patton.
âBecause thatâs how you end up with cold knee caps,â said Virgil.
They all laughed good-naturedly at that. Patton tried to pout but he could never keep from smiling very long and laughed along with them. Virgil soaked up every second of it, never letting himself forget just how close heâd come to missing out on moments like these. He smiled at his best friends.
âYouâve been in a rather good mood today Virgil,â said Logan.
âYes, I noticed that too,â said Roman. âFar less brooding than usual.â
âGuess Iâm just looking forward to this Friday,â he shrugged.
âAh yes, the talent show! I myself shall be performing in it as well,â said Roman. âI plan to do a dramatic reenactment of Lewis Carollâs brilliant poem The Jabberwocky. It shall be epic!â
âIâm sure it will,â Logan said, rolling his eyes. Virgil snickered.
âAnd of course Iâll be back in the audience in time to see you and the other Children of Hecate perfume Virgil.â
âAs will I.â
âYep! I canât wait. Dad and Renny are gonna be coming too donât forget. So save us some seats.â
âWill do Pat.â
âSpeaking of performances, Iâd better get home so Iâll have time to practice before my mom and nana rope me into helping her cook again,â said Roman.
âHey tell Nana Reina I said âhiâ. Oh, and that I miss her cooking,â said Virgil.
âWill do. Farewell friends,â said Roman, heading towards the buses.
âSpeaking of parental units, Iâd better be going,â said Logan. âMy father should be here to pick me up soon. Heâs promised to take me to the planetarium after school before he leaves for his business trip. Farewell.â
âBye Lo!â
âLater.â
Virgil was happy to see his nerdy friend so excited, but the mention of quality bonding time with a parent made him cringe. When was the last time heâd ever had quality time with his own parents, even before that painful night.
He only came out to him because the LGBT Club and sessions with Picani had filled him with foolish courage and hope. After all, they were his parents and loved him. Theyâd never been unkind or strict unless it came to school. He didnât expect they would understand, but maybe they would still accept him. How wrong he had been.
Not only had his parents looked at him like a stranger, like a thing, but his dad told Virgil heâd have five minutes to pack his things and leave. That Virgil was no child of his. Virgil could still remember tasting his own salty tears and the stone-cold tight-lipped glare on his fatherâs face. His mother hadnât said anything against Virgil; she hadnât said anything. But she didnât defend Virgil or stand up to his dad either. Only looked at him with confusion and disappointment. That was enough. Did they even ever miss him? Of course not. They hate you, otherwise they wouldâve invited you back home a long time ago. Virgil sighed, knowing that the thoughts in his head were probably right this time.
âYou okay Virge?â asked Patton, his brow creased with worry.
âYeah Pat. Stellar. Come on, let me walk you to the car. Your dadâs probably waiting for you there,â said Virgil, gently holding the otherâs elbow.
âAww thatâs sweet of you Virgil, but donât you have to get to band practice?â
âIâve got a few minutes to spare.â
They walked to the parking lot together in comfortable silence. That is, until Patton spoke up again.
âAlright kiddo, whatâs really eating at you? And I know something is. I hear you sighing,â said Patton.
Virgil sighed. âI canât hide anything from you, can I?â
âI might not be able to tell when your lying the way Toph can with her feet, but Iâm not as blind to you as you think.â
Virgil rolled his eyes. âUgh. Youâve been hanging around your dad too much.â
Patton giggled, but then grew somber. âSeriously though Virgil, whatâs wrong? Is it about your parents?â
Virgil stopped in shock, nearly tripping up Patton. He turned to his friend, looking into his light milky blue eyes. âH-how did youââ
âI heard you sigh the first time after Roman and Logan started talking about their families. And I know Friday is the anniversary of the day you came out to them. Wasnât hard to piece together after that.â Patton gently reached for Virgilâs hand and gave a squeeze. âAre you still thinking about inviting them?â
Virgil let out a groan/sigh combo. He immediately regretted telling Patton about that. It had been the briefest of thoughts. It was weird and painful because, as much as he never wanted to see his parents again, Virgil also missed them. They were his family after all. And he thought, maybe if they came they would change their minds. Or at the very least he could spite them. But two weeks had gone by since telling Patton about that and Virgil still hadnât emailed either of them an invite.
âI donât know Patton. Maybe itâs a bad idea. It was stupid of me to wantâŠâ
âI understand Virgil. I know that they hurt you, and Iâll be honestâŠI hate them for that.â That caught Virgil by surprise. âBut even so, I know you still miss them. I hear you crying for them in your sleep sometimes down the hall. So maybeâŠmaybe at least extending the olive branch would do you some good. Give you some peace of mind again.â
âMaybe youâre right. But I justâŠdonât know if I can forgive them. They donât deserve it.â
He turned and saw Patton giving him a pained look of sorrow. He was guiltily glad that his best friend couldnât see him cringing beneath that look.
âMaybe not,â Patton said after a moment. âBut you do.â
A staccato car horn oddly in the melody of the Spongebob theme song sounded from a distance. They both turned to the source. No surprise, Virgil saw it coming from a volxwagon. Picani waved to them from the window.
Patton sighed loudly. âThatâs my dad. Weâll see you at home later. Well, theyâll see you at home. Iâll hear you. You gonna be okay?â
âYeah, iâll be fine. See you Pat,â said Virgil.
Patton gave him one last hug before heading off. His dad met him halfway and guided him to the car, helping him fold up the cane and buckle up. Virgil watched them drive away. Then he pulled on his headphones and blared the Treasure Planet theme song before going to meet Jamal, Dariana and Duncan at the bus stop. He needed to escape into some music.
Rehearsals went really well. Virgil was actually feeling pretty confident, and they still had two more nights left to rehears. On the bus ride back home however his mind circled back to what Patton had said. Forgive them for yourself⊠Maybe it was the healthier way to go but honestly, Virgil didnât want that. He wanted to stay angry and bitter because that kept the sadness at bay. Or at least covered it up. It hurt to still feel that way and, frankly, he didnât know if he was strong enough to forgive his parents even if he wanted to. Let alone send them an invite. It was easier just to stay bitter and angry. Virgil spent the rest of the bus ride doing his meditative breathing exercises. The last thing he needed was a panic attack in public.
When Virgil got back to the apartment after practice he was met with the usual welcoming arms. He didnât join Patton and Picani in the tv room for cartoons, insisting he had a headache. Alma seemed like theyâd wanted to talk to Virgil, but ultimately gave the teen his space. Virgil went to the rooftop with his backpack, hoping to distract himself with schoolwork. No luck there. He tossed the notebooks aside (he could get the notes he needed from Logan the next morning) and instead opted to give reading a chance to take his mind off things. He pulled out the worn out copy of Angles in America that Roman had let him borrow. He was nearly through Peretroika and it was getting good. But when he got to a line by the drag queen Belize he paused. Virgil sat up straight and re-read the lines about nine times. Then on the tenth, he read them aloud:
ââHe was a terrible person. He died a hard death. So maybeâŠA queen can forgive her vanquished foe. It isnât easy. ItâŠIt doesnât count if its easyâŠItâs the hardest thing.â Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat before reading on. âForgiveness. Which is maybe where love and justice finally meet. Peace, at leastâŠâ
He just sat there staring at the words on those yellowing pages, all to aware of his own breathing. Virgil may not have believed in some singular all-powerful God like Logan did, but he sure as hell believed in signs. After several long moments Virgilâs jaw set firm. He grabbed his things, went back downstairs to the Picaniâs family computer, and typed out the hardest email of his life.
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Friday rolled around and with it came the night of the high schoolâs talent show. Big surprise, Virgil was really anxious. Even the bandâs pre-show ritual and meditation with lavender incense hadnât helped to steady his nerves. They were dressed in their usual all black attire for performances but Virgil had kept his purple hoodie wrapped around the waist. He was fidgeting with the sleeves so much his fingers were starting to hurt.
âVirgil, relax! That pacing is making me dizzy,â said Dariana as she fiddled with the small crystals braided into her afro.
âSorry, sorry, Iâm justââ
âNervous,â said Jamal as he checked that their equipment was ready to go. They were the last act but the musician liked to be prepared. âWe know. You always get like this before a gig, and we always kick ass anyway.â
âYeah, and itâs not like we havenât been rehearsing for weeks,â said Duncan. Yet even he cast the emo guitarist a sympathetic glance. âWeâre bound to at least not suck.â
Virgil took a deep breath. âThanks Duncan.â
âWhatever.â
It wasnât just the usual pre-show nerves this time though. Virgil had done the unthinkable. He actually invited his parents to the show tonight. He honestly hadnât expected them to show up (that had been his one consoling thought) but low and behold, he saw them in the audience from backstage. At least, he was pretty certain it was them. There werenât exactly a lot of Korean parents in the audience, so who else could it have been? His mom had been shifting nervously in her seat, and beside her was his dad. Arms crossed and stone faced, yet there seemed to be hints of annoyance that shone through the chips in his armor. Yeah, not exactly thrilled about this either dad, Virgil thought bitterly. StillâŠtheyâd come.
As had the Picanis and Logan. They were all sitting together in the audience. Logan was reading through the cheaply printed playbill, Patton has his head slightly bowed so he could better listen to the different performances, and both the Doc and Alma had their eyes glued to the students on stage. It was as though they were proud parents of every one of those kids even if they werenât their own. He could only imagine how theyâd be when it was his turn. It warmed Virgilâs heart and made him smile for the first time all day.
Virgil was just finishing tuning his guitar when he heard applause from behind the curtain. Guess they really liked Romanâs enactment of that poem after all. To be fair, the guy was a gold star performer. Virgil had caught glimpses of it from backstage and it honestly was a pretty cool show.
âChildren of Hecate, your on deck,â said a kid with a clipboard and wearing a Steven Universe t-shirt.
Roman burst through the curtain and came straight to Virgil. âVirgil! Did you see that? I had the crowed eating out of the palm of my hands.â
âGreat job Roman. Seriously,â he said.
Romanâs smile faltered when he saw how nervous the rock musician looked. He placed a firm yet warm hand on Virgilâs shoulder.
âHey, donât sweat it Virge. Youâre going to do great! I know it.â
Virgil smirked and clapped him on the back. âThanks man.â
âIâm going to head into the audience. Hopefully Logan saved he a seat. Break a leg!â
He watched Roman go and then went back to his breathing exercises. The next act went by but was cut short when the kid tripped on his own juggling balls. At least whatever we do wonât be worse then that. Finally, they were up.
âAlright guys, gals, and non-binary pals,â said the kid from backstage.
Virgil saw his dad cringing at that line. Screw you too.
âHere is your final act of the night. Give it up for Virgil, Duncan, Dariana, and Jamal; a.k.a. the Children of Hecate!!!â
The younger audience members whoâd seen them perform before gave the loudest cheer (Roman was loudest of all). The other adults and strangers gave a polite applause. Virgilâs parents hadnât even bothered with more than two or three stiff claps. Virgil stepped up to the mic and took a shaky breath. He did a test strum letting the strings vibrations ground him. You got this Virge. Remember why youâre here. Do it for you. He took one last breath before signaling Dariana to count them in.
Then, they played. The drums were like a steady grounding heartbeat, the rhythm of the base like a pulsing metronome in his mind, and the keyboards flowing melodies like the blood in his veins. His own guitar strings felt like thick blades of grass against his calloused fingertips, their music gently rooting him in the moment. When they played through the intro Virgil got close to the microphone and sang.
âI am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment
thatâs held in your arms.
And what
do you think youâd ever say?
I wonât listen anyway.
You donât know me
and Iâll never be what you want
me to be.â
Virgilâs anxiety faded away into the music. He felt the vibrations coming off the state through his boots. Could hear his fellow band mates getting caught up in the swing of the performance, just as they always did. The muse of music was certainly with them all tonight.
âAnd what
do you think youâd understand?
Iâm a girl, no, Iâm a man!â
Virgil thumped his chest in emphasis on this line. It took a lot for him to make that small change to the lyric, but he was glad heâd decided to after all.
For the next part of the verse, Virgil looks directly at his parents. He pours all the hurt and betrayal built up over the past two years into the next lines.
âYou canât take me
and throw me away.â His dadâs face remains stony as ever, but Virgil catches his momâs wince.
âAnd how
can you learn whatâs never shown?
Yeah, you stand here on your own.
They donât know me
âCause Iâm not here.â
Virgil couldnât bear to look at their faces anymore. So, he turned back to the audience as a whole, losing himself in the music.
âAnd I want a moment to be real.
Wanna touch things I donât feel.
Wanna hold on
and feel I belong.
And how
can the world want me to change?
There the ones that stay the same.
They donât know me
âcause Iâm not here.â
He turned towards where Roman, Logan, Patton Dr. Picani and his partner were sitting in the audience. Virgil knew the blind boy couldnât see him, but he hoped that his friends could still feel him through the music. Moreover, he hoped Picani would understand how grateful Virgil was to him for everything the man had done for him.
âAnd you
see the things they never see.
All you wanted, I could be.
now you know me
and Iâm not afraid.â Not anymore.
âAnd I
want to tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They canât break me
as long as I know who I am!â
Virgil did know who he was. Thatâs what got him this far, and even though it was hard, he hadnât let the world break him. It came close, but thanks to the new friends in his life Virgil emerged stronger than the world. Itâs like Picani was always telling him: Self-love is the greatest form of defiance.
âAnd I want a moment to be real.
Wanna touch things I donât feel.
Wanna hold on
and feel I belong.
And how
can the world want me to change?
There the ones that stay the same.
They canât see me
but Iâm still here.â
Everyone could see him now for all that he truly was. And sure, there were still bigoted haters and idiots. Yeah, he was still pretty terrified a good 25-60% of the time. Even so, he wasnât alone anymore.
Virgil gave the signal for Jamal and Duncan to get ready for the key change coming up after the bridge. That had been Darianaâs suggestion, since Virgil actually had the vocal range to pull it off, even with the testosterone shots shifting his voice. He took a breath to steady his nerves before picking the song back up again.
âThey canât tell me who to beâŠâ Duncan played a short bass solo.
âCause Iâm not what they seeâŠâ Dariana killed her drum solo.
Yeah, the world is still sleepinâ while I keep on dreaming for meâŠâ Jamal rocked his short sharp chord progression.
âAnd there words are just whispers
and lies that Iâll never belieeeeve!â
Virgil couldnât fight the smile that climbed up his face now. Not only had they nailed that key change, but also nearly the whole auditorium was cheering now. For a moment Virgil felt like he was standing on the edge of eternity, but instead of falling he was flying. He was happy. So impossibly happy! Virgil felt the tears slipping down his cheeks but managed to hold it together for the finish.
âAnd I
want a moment to be real.
Wanna touch things I donât feel.
Wanna hold on
and feel I belong.
And how
can they say I never changed?
There the ones that stay the same.
Iâm the one now
âCause Iâm still here.â Virgil played a few quick yet slick guitar licks.
âIâm the one
âcause Iâm still here.
Iâm still here!
Iâm still here!
Iâm still heeeerrreâŠ.â
The song ended. He was in tears and no doubt his eye shadow was kind of a mess (although it probably added to the goth punk aesthetic). His heart soared even higher when the whole audience stood up in a wild applause and cheers. He spotted his friends and Picani being the most exuberant cheerers of all. Even Logan had abandoned his usual composure out of pride for his friend. The only ones who werenât cheering so much were his parents. In fact, they werenât even in their seats anymore. Virgil looked to the back of the auditorium and saw them talking to each other at the door. Virgil looked away. Yeah, it stung. But honestly, he didnât care. He was happy. So unbelievably happy because he had done this even though it was hard.
âWell, guess we know who won the show,â said Duncan over the applause.
Virgil rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement, even smiling at the guy. They all took a final bow before the Steven Universe kid (oh right! That was Thomas from drama club) closed out the show. Virgil clambered off the stage and was immediately caught in a patented Patton hug.
âVirgil that was AMAZING!!!â Patton said with a squeal.
âWeâre super proud of you buddy,â said Picani, joining in on the hug.
âYou are kicked butt up there, sweetie,â said Alma as they added onto the hug.
âThanks guyâŠbut uhâŠneed to breathe!â
âOh, sorry!â They all said letting go.
âSeriously though Virgil, you sounded amazing,â Patton said as he squeezed Virgilâs hand, âI could practically hear how happy you were up there.â
âPatton,â Virgil held the boys hand in his own, grateful that Patton couldnât see him blushing. âThat may just be the nicest thing anyoneâs ever said to me.â
Patton gifted him with the warmed of smiles. Virgil practically melted.
âHonestly Virge, Iâm not even mad that your band won the show instead of me,â said Roman. âYou all gave an Oscar worthy performance. Grammy? Either way, you kicked ass.â
âLanguage,â said both Patton and Alma.
âIndeed. While I donât quite understand theatrics that was undeniably a fantastic performance,â said Logan. He clasped Virgil on the shoulder and gave a rare soft smile. âTremendous job Virgil. Youâve really come so far.â
Virgil smiled back. âThanks Logan. All of you, Iââ
Someone cleared her throat and stepped into there little circle of light and love. Virgil stiffened, holding tight to Pattonâs warm hands to ground himself.
âMom?â he said, voice trembling.
âHello VicâVirgil,â she said. âIâm Mrs. Yang. Are you all Virgilâs friends?â
âIndeed maâam,â said Logan, his eyes cold.
Roman took a protective step in front of Virgil. Patton, having now picked up on the sudden shift in the air, seemed to get the gist and did the same. He practically held his walking stick like a spear.
âHey, hey, hey. Hakuna matata boys. Iâve got this,â said Picani.
He stepped in front of the teenagers and put on polite yet icy smile. Meanwhile Alma stood behind Virgil, their hands resting protectively on his shoulders. Picani extended a stiff hand towards Mrs. Yang.
âDo you how do? My name is Dr. Picani. Iâm the schoolâs guidance councilor and, for the past year or so, your sonâs guardian.â
To Vigilâs surprise, standing before the other adult, his mom lookedâŠsmall. Not height wise but like on the inside. To her credit she politely, albeit awkwardly, shook his hand.
âIâm glad to know that my childâs been looked after,â she said.
âWell someone had to,â Alma said. Virgil had never heard so much venom coming out of their mouth before.
âMay I speak with Virgil alone?â she asked. âPlease?â
After a pause and a loud breath, Picani said, âOf course.â
âDad!â Patton said.
âCome on fellas, lets give these two some privacy,â said Picani, corralling the reluctant teens away from their friend. âVirgil, weâll be right over by the bake sale table if you need us.â
Virgil nodded to him, still a bit in shock. âThanks Doc.â
Alma kissed the top of his head before going over to join their partner. Now that they were alone together Virgil felt the bitterness starting to creep back into his heart again. Despite this, he couldnât help noticing just how nervous his mom looked. She was even fidgeting with her fingers in the same way he did. When did that start happening?
âYou were wonderful up there,â she said finally. âIâve never seen you so happy.â
Virgil scowled. âYeah well, you havenât exactly seen me in a while.â
She winced at his words. He hated how it made him feel both guilty and glad at the same time.
âI thought you were leaving with dad,â said Virgil.
At the mention of him, she stiffened her spine. Thereâs the mom he remembered.
âI told him he was free to leave on his own. I also told him that he should leave with his things and that heâs not welcome to come back home. Not until he was ready to live under the same roof as you.â
That took Virgil by surprise. âW-wh-what?â
âI want you to come back home Virgil,â she said, a sad smile on her face. âEverythingâs already made up the way it was before. I mean, I-I added a few more, um, male intended furniture and re-painted the room so that it wasnât so, uhh, pink. You still like purple, right?  I didnât expect you to say yes right away. Iâve been planning it for a while but I neverâI-I didnât knowâbut after seeing that email you sent I hopedâŠI even cleaned your room up today just in caseâŠâ
Virgil was speechless. Someone might as well have dropped kicked him in the gut, he wouldâve been less surprised. He swallowed the cotton ball in his throat and managed one shaky word.
âWhy?â
âI-I told you, I want you to comeââ
âWhy now!â Virgil seethed. It cam out sounding more sad than angry. âWhy now?â
He hated just how desperate he sounded. Then again, his mom looked just as desperate, if not more. Hell, she looked about ready to cry. That quelled some of the embers in his temper.
âBecause Iâd rather have a happy son than a suicidal daughter! I miss you Virgil. Ever since that day the houseâmy lifeâhas felt so empty without you in it. I admit, when you told me aboutâŠyouâŠI was confused. I didnât understand it, and quite honestly I still donât. But youâre my child and I love you more than anything. Iâm willing to bend and try to understand. I made a mistake and Iâll be spending the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Virgil, baby, p-please come home? C-can you ever f-forgive me?â
For the first time ever, Virgil saw his mother start to cry. He tried to ignore the stinging in his own eyes, just barely keeping a straight face. He took a deep breath, looked her in the eyes, and nodded his head yes.
Relief painted his motherâs face, as did a fresh wave of tears. She stepped hesitantly forward, arms open, and he filled the space between them. Virgil hadnât realized how much he missed being held by his own mother. That did it.
âIâm still mad at you,â Virgil cried, âbut I love you mom.â
âI love you too Virgil,â she wept. âMy son.â
They held each other for the longest time. Over her shoulder Virgil looked at where Picani was watching concerned. He gave the councilor a thumbs up and the grown man visible sagged with relief. He nodded and smiled proudly at Virgil before talking to the others. Virgil would fill his friends in later. For now, he just wanted to be in the moment.
It wasnât going to be easy starting over with his mother. Then again, when had anything in his life ever been easy? Even so, no matter what the world threw at him, Virgil had proven himself stronger.
He was alive, he was happy, and he was still here.
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Avengers: Endgame- A Missed Opportunity
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Avengers: Endgame has been released after many months of build-up and years of world building. The acting is incredible, the cinematography and special effects are phenomenal and there are many heart-wrenching moments.
Thereâs also a missed opportunity for an openly gay couple.
This film is a first for queer representation in the MCU, as there is an openly gay man in a counselling session early on in the film. Thatâs great. Itâs a huge step for Marvel, who have previously edited out anything that was intended to suggest a queer character (there have never been any known plans for a character to be openly queer) and are known for queer-baiting (Captain America: Civil War[1], Thor 3[2] and Captain Marvel[3]).
But.
A middle-aged white man in a post-apocalyptic therapy session talking about a date he had where his date cried[4] at the salads and he himself cried at dessert- but âIâm seeing him tomorrowâ, is not the kind of queer representation I wanted or what the MCU needed.
What queer adult is going to look at that character and think âheâs so coolâ and more importantly, what queer teenager is going to look up to that character and think âI want to be like him when Iâm olderâ?
At the end of the film, Steve Rogers travels back in time to replace the Infinity Stones from when and where they were taken earlier on in the film. Instead of returning to the present day once his mission is done, he stays in the past and enters a relationship with Peggy Carter. Whilst this is a lovely ending for Steve and clearly makes him very happy, Marvel missed a huge opportunity because it would have been very, very easy (weâre talking half-a-line-of-script and ten-seconds-of-the-film level easy) for Steve and Bucky Barnes to have been shown in an openly gay relationship.
For a 22-film franchise that has had humans date robots (Wanda Maximoff and Vision), humans date aliens (Peter Quill and Gamora), aliens date aliens (Drax and Mantis), gods date humans (Jane Foster and Thor), humans have a thing for a mutant (Black Widow and the Hulk) and approximately 13 shown or alluded-to straight human relationships, would it really be too much to ask for two people of the same gender to be shown in a relationship?
The answer, it seems, is quite possibly.
Both of the writers and both of the directors of Endgame are straight, despite director Joe Russo playing the gay character mentioned above. All of the actors are straight, bar Tessa Thompson who is openly bisexual and plays Valkyrie- who was supposed to be alluded to being bisexual in Thor 3 but wasnât due to editing. Valkyrie is only a minor character in the film, with less than ten minutes of screen time in a three-hour film, and Tessa Thompson doesnât hold the kind of sway that someone like Chris Evans or Robert Downey Jr may do when it comes to influencing a characterâs representation on screen. Plus, thereâs all the kerfuffle around the leaked Sony emails regarding that Spiderman (Peter Parker) must contractually always be white and straight in Spiderman films[5] [6] [7] [8].
Many of the Marvel actors are known for being allies to the queer community- Benedict Cumberbatch, Chris Evans, Don Cheadle, Michael B. Jordan, Mark Ruffalo, Chris Hemsworth and the legendary Brie Larson who ships Captain Marvel (the character she plays) with Valkyrie and has made it very clear that she thinks (rightly so) that Marvel needs to hurry up with LGBTQ+ representation[9].
However, not all Marvel actors are positively associated with the LGBTQ+ community. Chris Pratt and Scarlet Johansson have both been at the centre of controversies; Chris Pratt attending and defending a homophobic church[10] and Scarlet Johansson eventually quitting from playing a transgender man in an upcoming film[11].
I understand why many people are happy with Steveâs ending and I understand why Marvel chose it as the ending, but I do not understand why they would turn down an opportunity to help people, because having Steve and Bucky in a relationship at the end of Avengers: Endgame would have helped to an unfathomable extent. It would have positively enriched the lives of so many queer kids and given hundreds of thousands the chance to see a superhero like them. It would have shown struggling queer kids they are not alone, it would have started important conversations, it would have given recognition to so many and been the best moment of the entire film.
Representation is important because it changes the lives of people for the better. For the most part, it changes the lives of kids and can help them to not be ashamed of the colour of their skin, their hair, their gender, their sexuality, their disability, the level of their intelligence, their family situation or their country.Â
Iâm not the first person to point this out.Â
Marvel have taken huge steps in terms of representation recently, with Black Panther and Captain Marvel, but itâs not enough.
Iâm a kid. Like many kids, I look up to fictional characters as role models. The characters in the MCU I look up to are Shuri, Okoye, Nakia, Carol Danvers and Steve Rogers. I look up to Shuri because sheâs smart; Okoye and Nakia because theyâre badass. I look up to Steve Rogers because he wouldnât let being ill stop him from changing the world; Carol Danvers because sheâs all-round awesome.
I really want to have an openly queer superhero to look up to.
My friends have countless straight superheroes to look up to, countless superhero relationships they can see themselves in. I cannot look up to these straight relationships, because I will never have a relationship like that. Iâm not angry that I will never have a straight relationship, Iâm angry that there are no relationships for me to see myself in simply because Iâm queer.Â
I long for the day when thereâs an openly gay superhero couple in a superhero film and I can watch it and think âthose superheroes are like meâ.
I just hope I donât have to write that film myself.
I deserve to see people who look like and are like me in films. Marvel had an opportunity to provide much-needed representation, to help people and improve peoplesâ lives, but they didnât take it.
Instead, they gave viewers another straight relationship and some questions about time travel.
[1] http://collider.com/marvel-lgbt-characters-mcu-joe-anthony-russo/
[2] https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/soloish/wp/2017/11/06/thors-valkyrie-is-marvels-first-lgbt-character-but-you-wouldnt-know-it-from-the-film/?utm_term=.d6c253ea4ddd
[3] https://www.cinemablend.com/news/2467361/carol-danvers-has-a-special-love-for-maria-rambeau-in-captain-marvel-according-to-brie-larson
[4] Reminiscing about life before the Snap.
[5] https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/films/news/spider-man-should-stay-white-and-straight-in-the-movies-says-comic-book-veteran-stan-lee-10357457.html
[6] https://variety.com/2015/film/news/sony-hack-peter-parker-spider-man-white-straight-1201524150/
[7] https://www.theguardian.com/film/2015/jun/23/stan-lee-spider-man-should-stay-white-and-straight
[8] https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2015/06/25/peter-parker-aka-spider-man-should-be-straight-and-white-says-co-creator-stan-lee/?utm_term=.31b003ccb600
[9] https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2019/04/avengers-endgame-gay-character-marvel-brie-larson-lgbt-representation
[10] https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-47209694
[11] https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-44829766
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Hey - Pat from StarterStory.com here with another interview.Today's interview is with Carole Rains of Emu Joy, a brand that sells emu oil based skincare.Some stats:Product: Emu oil based skincare.Revenue/mo: $19,000Started: March 2014Location: New JerseyFounders: 1Employees: 1Hello! Who are you and what business did you start?Hi, Iâm Carole Rains, the founder of Emu Joy. My product line features 100% natural products for skin, hair, muscles, and joints based on a unique ingredient: emu oil.Emu oil is a highly penetrating oil thatâs full of moisturizing and anti-inflammatory benefits. It comes from a thick pad of fat on the back of the emu bird, which looks a bit like an ostrich. Itâs useful for everyone from babies with diaper rash to grandmas with arthritis, as well as many other conditions for folks of all ages.Like many of you reading this, I had never heard of emu oil. Then one day while reading a home decor blog for my other business, Rustic Artistry, the blogger wrote an entire post about how much she loved emu oil, and how well it had worked for her eczema and joint pain. I was intrigued, so I started to investigate.After studying the research and reading everything I could find about emu oil, not only did I decide to use it myself, I also wanted more people to know about it so it could help them too. Seeing photos and reading about little babies with eczema sealed the deal for me. If there was a way to help them that their parents didn't know about, I wanted to get the word out.The result: I created Emu Joy as a source for reliable information and safe, natural products. Iâve now shipped more than 50,000 bottles, jars, and tubes of emu oil products, and the customer feedback makes me know starting this business was a good decision. Hearing from a mom who said âI got my little boy backâ after the rash cream banished his eczema is what keeps me working hard to grow the business.What's your backstory and how did you come up with the idea?While the most common gender and age for ecommerce entrepreneurs seem to be males in their 30s, I started my business as a woman in her 50s.Leading up to that I had worked for 17 years in pharmaceutical advertising and marketing, followed by 17 years as a chef. Eventually, I wanted more flexibility of my time and decided to try out creating an online store.At the time there were a couple of resources that helped me get my store up and running. Steve Chouâs blog My Wife Quit Her Job was full of tutorials and extensive information on ecommerce.Andrew Youderian, founder of Ecommerce Fuel, had published an e-course on how to start an ecommerce business that laid out the process step by step, including things like opening a business bank account and credit card, getting an LLC, and setting up a website. Having a list of boxes to check off was exactly what I needed to turn the idea into a reality. Iâve been lucky to get to know those two in person and now see them several times a year at the ecommerce conferences that each of them hold.I bootstrapped the business with some savings that I had, putting $5,000 into my business checking account to get started. Since then Iâve been able to fund the business from revenue, with only a few times where I had to take a âloanâ from my personal checking account for a few weeks to pay for inventory.Take us through the process of designing, prototyping, and manufacturing your first product.When choosing a supplier for my products I reviewed the online information on several emu farms in the US and spoke with the owners. It was important to me that my emu oil be certified by the American Emu Association so that I could ensure its purity and quality. My other criteria were that all the ingredients in the combination products be only natural.I found the supplier I wanted to work with based on the quality of the ingredients they used and the way they care for their emus, but they werenât particularly interested, having had a bad experience in the past with private labeling for another seller. Just as I was about to sign a contract with my second choice supplier, the owner got in touch and said theyâd decided to take a chance on me.Once that was established I brainstormed names for the brand and the individual products. I wrote the text for the labels myself, which was much harder than I had expected, knowing that I needed to get it just right before they were printed. I then worked with a graphic designer to have the logo and labels designed. Having worked for so many years in advertising I was very involved in suggesting and selecting fonts, adjusting spacing, and overall design, which was a lot of fun.Holding my first batch of finished products in my hands was one of the most exciting days of my life.Describe the process of launching the business.Emu Joy is my second online store, which I developed after learning the ropes through my first website, rusticartistry.com. That site sells custom furniture and home decor which can be quite expensive, so sales were sporadic. I wanted a business that would have daily sales and an emu oil line of products fit those criteria.Originally the business was called Emu Bliss, and the products were available only on Amazon so that I could test the market. When sales started to take off on that platform I added a Shopify site.I also applied for a trademark for Emu Bliss. Then the trouble came.My trademark application was opposed by a very large company called Bliss. They had a fancy NY law firm handling the filing against my Emu Bliss name, and very deep pockets, so there was no way I would be able to fight the case. Just when I had finally started to get some brand recognition I had to change my company name.That involved a getting a new logo, printing new labels, removing existing product from the Amazon warehouse and relabelling, and updating all the email campaigns, advertising, social media accounts, bank accounts, etc. Plus it was like having to change the name of your child when theyâre two years old.Fortunately the new name of Emu Joy was well received by my customers, and in the end it didnât hurt the business. But it certainly took up a lot of time that could have been spent moving the business forward.Since launch, what has worked to attract and retain customers?Emu Joyâs sales are more than 90% on Amazon. Thereâs a steep learning curve to sell on Amazon but once you get used to how the platform works itâs easy to make changes to listings, set up shipments to the warehouse and track sales.One of the most important parts of a successful listing is the images, and not just having a top notch main image. Smart sellers use additional images as mini ads, with lots of callouts, specs and other information that tells the product story. I found an excellent graphic designer through FreeeUp to create my informational images.Because I have my brand name trademarked I was able to enroll in Brand Registry. This entitles me to include Enhanced Brand Content, which allows for more images and content in the product description section instead of just all text, as well as the option to create a Store Page thatâs like a complete brochure for the brand.Keyword research is critical in order to write effective listings and to use for PPC campaigns. Itâs fascinating pull the reports and see the phrases people use to search for products on Amazon. There are a number of providers who have excellent software to manage Amazon PPC campaigns, especially PPC Scope and Sellics.Of course, selling on Amazon is both good and bad. Itâs great to have a source for endless traffic, but itâs always dangerous to be dependent on one platform, especially one as challenging as Amazon. Even when you run your business ethically and play by all the rules, there are issues that come up on Amazon that are completely out of your control as a seller. I donât know of a single Amazon seller that hasnât had a product, or even their entire account, shut down by Amazon for something they didnât do.Iâd like to increase wholesale sales, and was happy to be approached by The Grommet, which is a shopping platform that features makers and small businesses with intriguing products. That starts soon, so hopefully, that will go well, and also drive customers to my own site.Another way Iâve grown my customer base is by looking for small, underserved niches that my products are good for. I have Google alerts set up for âemu oilâ and often find articles that lead me to new uses. Some of the best information I get is by patient forums for specific conditions.This shows me the exact language patients use and problems they are experiencing. Based on this information I have made combinations of my products into kits that are targeted to these conditions, such as a Cancer Care Pack and a Soothe My Lichen Sclerosis Kit.I have information pages in the Learning Center section of the website to address various conditions such as piercing and tattoo aftercare, burns and eczema. Those have been successful at driving Google search traffic to my site.How are you doing today and what does the future look like?Iâm proud to say that Emu Joy is a profitable business. After watching many episodes of The Profit on TV I know that that is often not the case. I attribute my tight control on my finances to the special system of allocating funds that I now use.Emu Joyâs finances are organized using multiple checking accounts based on the method laid out in the book Profit First. With this system all revenue comes into one account, then twice a month it gets distributed in percentages to accounts specifically for Inventory, Operating Expenses, Taxes, Owners Pay and Profit. Once a quarter I take out a portion of the deposits made into the Profit account and celebrate. The idea is that a business owner should be able to enjoy the fruits of their labor.My bookkeeper, Cyndi Thomas of Bookskeep, just published a new version of the book: Profit First for Ecommerce Sellers, which lays out all the steps specifically tailored to ecomm folks.Since implementing Profit First I have a much better grasp on where my business stands financially at any given time and am able to take advantage of seasonal bumps in sales.Through starting the business, have you learned anything particularly helpful or advantageous?Iâve learned that the key to a successful business is relationships. Whether itâs with my suppliers, customers, freelancers or fellow ecommerce entrepreneurs, developing a mutually beneficial relationship makes everything go more smoothly and efficiently, and makes going to work each day a pleasure.Itâs OK if you donât know what all those acronyms mean when you start. I was clueless about what PPC, CPC, SEO, LTV, ACOS and the rest of them stood for, but itâs possible to teach yourself about all of it, even if you donât become an expert in every area.Mostly itâs important to believe in yourself. Having attended multiple Tony Robbins events, where I walked over 40 feet of glowing hot coals and climbed to the top of a 50-foot telephone pole before jumping off towards a trapeze (we were harnessed!), I know that I can do anything I set my mind to.When I hit a bump in the road I remind myself that literally every business experiences that, and sometimes the mistakes and setbacks are the greatest learning opportunities.What platform/tools do you use for your business?Emu Joy is hosted on Shopify using a custom theme that was developed by Smart Marketer, Ezra Firestoneâs ecommerce training site.My landing pages are designed using Zipify app, also developed by Ezraâs team. Email marketing is done with Klaviyo which has excellent segmentation capabilities.What have been the most influential books, podcasts, or other resources?Without a doubt the most important resource for me is my membership in the Ecommerce Fuel private forum.These brilliant ecommerce entrepreneurs keep me up to date on the latest developments and are generous with their time and expertise whenever I have a question.My favorite podcasts are Danny McMillanâs Seller Sessions, and Mike Jackness and Dave Bryantâs Ecom Crew.Advice for other entrepreneurs who want to get started or are just starting out?It doesnât matter what age you are when you start as long as you go in with an open mind and entrepreneurial spirit.Read blogs and books on starting an ecommerce business. Check out Facebook groups for beginner sellers to get an idea of the kinds of issues they experience.. Get on the email lists of the top marketers and attend their webinars.And remember that perfect is the enemy of done. You can fiddle with your website forever to make improvements but that first sale wonât happen unless you push go.Where can we go to learn [email protected] you have any questions or comments, drop a comment below!Liked this text interview? Check out the full interview with photos, tools, books, and other data.Interested in sharing your own story? Send me a PM
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When and why did you begin writing?
Iâve always written, mainly articles, but it wasnât until 2015 that I decided to write my first novel, The Artistâs Muse. Iâve always admired anyone who has finished a novel, as I have started and abandoned so many over the years and recognize the commitment it takes to see a novel through to completion. I always told myself that I would write a novel one day but the more I talked about it the less likely it seemed that I would ever do it. Life was good and very distracting. I went out a lot, my work as a teacher was fun.
Then it happened â the event that got me to put pen to paper where everything else had failed. I was attacked in the classroom by a violent male pupil who had issues with women in authority. After that, teaching wasnât the same.
I turned to writing. I wrote compulsively, penning articles to motivate others, writing pieces on art, travel, food. I had a desire to give meaning to my world and writing was the most powerful way to do it.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
This is a tricky one as thereâs something almost mysterious, possibly pretentious, to call oneself a âwriterâ which belies the hard graft that goes into the writing itself. When I first started to write The Artistâs Muse I would meet up once a week with a friend who also wrote. Yet when other friends asked us what we were doing we would be evasive, self-conscious, wary of criticism and the odd raised eyebrow. It was only when I had finished the novel that I decided it was time for me to tell people about it. I considered myself a writer at that point. I had completed a work of fiction. Iâd written 90,000 plus words. Iâd researched the paintings Iâd mentioned and the historical context, Iâd edited and re-edited, removing unnecessary detail, delighting in the sounds of my sentences. Though to call myself a writer, that took a little bit longer. It was only when articles and reviews presented me as âKerry Postle, author of The Artistâs Museâ that it truly sank in. I had written a novel. I was ready to call myself a writer.
Why did you choose to write in your particular field or genre?
My first novel, The Artistâs Muse, Â is historical/literary fiction. Iâve always loved art and art history. Iâve studied it, even taught it. Iâm interested in gender politics too. And so, when I went to an Egon Schiele exhibition in Vienna back in 2015, my two loves came together. I knew what I had to write about.
I saw rooms full of paintings of the same model, the wonderful Wally Neuzil, but I could find out very little about her life. She was very evidently key to Schieleâs work, and yet, for such an important figure, she was unsettling absent. And to make matters worse, what little I did manage to dig up about her was presented from a very male perspective. I felt compelled to put this right and to tell her story from her point of view, and thatâs what Iâve done. Iâve given her a voice where she presents her life with and influence on Schiele through her eyes. In this way we can understand her actions. She challenges us to judge her if we dare as she is aware that she very often swims perilously close to the limits of acceptability. However, to see how society dismisses her, how it turns a blind eye to the exploitative way that she is treated by powerful men, the reader has no option but to condemn the hypocrisy of those who should know better. The Artistâs Muse celebrates the glittering art of turn-of-the-century Vienna while never ignoring the decay and corruption at its core.
What made you decide to sit down and actually start writing this book?
What made me start writing was the need to celebrate Egon Schieleâs art but also to challenge the right of one person to use another as a possession. I was compelled to breathe life into the artistâs muse and show her to be the inspiration she really was. The work Schiele completed with Wally is his most original. He failed to reach the same artistic heights after he had abandoned her and so The Artistâs Muse is my acknowledgment of the contribution she made to his âoeuvreâ and recognition of the sacrifices she had to make. I had to write it.
Tell us more about your main character. What makes him or her unique?
Wally Neuzil is the main character in The Artistâs Muse. She is Schieleâs muse and her commitment to him enables him to achieve the greatness that he does. Her voice is refreshingly unique. We follow her thought processes and although she has few choices we see, as she shares with us what she thinks, that she knows right from wrong. Exploited, in an abusive relationship, we feel her pain and understand why she does what she does. She has a knowingness about her that recognizes the wrong in what sheâs made to do, yet she does it anyway because she must. Her voice is distinct and clear and she often challenges the reader directly, asking if he or she would act any differently. Her aim is to make us think, feel uncomfortable about the blind eye we may sometimes turn to the unpalatable truth before us. Yet underpinning it all is the little voice of a young girl who only ever wanted to live a good and happy life, to love and be loved.
Who is your least favorite character and why?
My least favorite character, yet the one who was the most fun to write, is the repulsive Herr Altmann. He is the most repellent character in the novel. Like a slug, he oozes bodily fluids. Iâd been looking at Ursula LeGuinâs book on writing called Steering the Craft where she urges you to have fun with your language and that is what I did when I had Wally go into Herr Altmannâs study. She delivers a drawing to him (itâs of her body) and as he unrolls it the sense of menace builds up. A powerful man who abuses his privileged position, I portray him as a vile and ultimately ridiculous fool.
If your book was made into a movie, who would you cast?
Egon Schiele is the enfant terrible of the art world â stylish, handsome, louche. A young David Tennant, therefore, would be perfect but as time waits for no man Iâm going to have to give the role to a younger model. Possibly Eddie Redmayne. As for Wally, his red-haired model, I would go for Sophie Turner (Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones) or Kate Mara, while the cold Emilie Flöge would be best played by Tilda Swinton or Cate Blanchett. Then thereâs Klimt â not too sure who Iâd like to play him. Nick Frost? The Artistâs Muse would make a wonderful film!
What is your next project?
My next project is a novel set during the Spanish Civil War. It again looks at misogyny, this time when used as a weapon in war. The trigger for the action is a war crime perpetrated by Francoâs Nationalists in a finca near the village of Fuentes de Andalucia. The soldiers, tired after a grueling campaign, kidnap local women. They are forced to cook and dance for the soldiers. Then they are raped, murdered and thrown down a well. The soldiers return to the village, bloodied underwear trailing like flags from the tips of their rifles.
What role does research play in your writing?
Research is key. It helps add authenticity to your work. When researching The Artistâs Muse two texts became central to the novel. The first was Otto Weinigerâs Sex and Character published in 1903 which is a pseudo-scientific attempt at illustrating the differences between men and women. Itâs a work of unparalleled misogyny, so full of odious opinions that I found it hard to choose just one quotation to sum it up. However, the one for which Iâve opted should give you a flavor: âWoman,â Weininger writes, âis soulless and possesses neither ego nor individuality, personality nor freedom, character nor will.â The other text is by an Austrian feminist called Adelheid Popp. Itâs called The Autobiography of a Working Woman and it shows the hardships poor working class women had to endure at the beginning of the 20th century in Vienna. I used much of the detail presented in this book to fill in the gaps and add authenticity to Wally Neuzilâs early life.
How successful has your quest for reviews been so far?
Iâve got quite a few in the UK but have struggled to get many in the USA, which is a shame, as I believe the US readership would love my story. I havenât tried very hard to get more but thatâs because I donât know how to. Part of me hopes that the book will speak for itself, but I realize that readers need to know about it before that can happen.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why?
This changes constantly and depends on which book Iâve read recently. At this point in time, my favorite is Tabitha in Francis Spuffordâs On Golden Hill. Sheâs really very intriguing. Nasty? Quite possibly. Prickly? Of course. But thereâs something quite desperate about her that makes my heartbreak. Her own worst enemy.
Who are the writers that have influenced your work?
I studied French literature from the 11th through early 20th century as an undergraduate and specialized in 17th-century French drama and Proustâs A la Recherche du Temps Perdu for my Masters. My studies have given me an appreciation of well-written literature irrespective of genre and context. However, when Iâm writing I immerse myself in books that do well whatever it is Iâm aiming to achieve at that time. If pushed I would have to say that Proust is my turn-to author when I need general inspiration. He combines great insight with a sharp wit that spares no one, least of all himself â a valuable attribute in a writer. The writing of Richard Flanagan (Gouldâs Book of Fish/ The Narrow Road to the Deep North) is also a favorite, but in truth, there are so many great books out there.
 How can you discover more about Kerry Postle?
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  Kerry Postle, author of The Artist's Muse @kerry_postle #historicalfiction When and why did you begin writing? Iâve always written, mainly articles, but it wasnât until 2015 that I decided to write my first novel, The Artistâs Muse.
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Amongst all of the wrist tattoos and star tattoos are considered as most likely essentially the most well-appreciated ones. These tattoos are straightforward, symmetric, little and versatile, therefore they're perfect tattoos for wrist. Inspiration, gentle and hope are a few of the star tattoo meanings. These tattoos might be placed in quite a few manners on the wrist. You are able to have a single star tattoo or a tattoo with cluster of stars. You'll be able to even combine these tattoos with other tattoos like heart tattoos, fairy tattoos and banner tattoos. Trigram star tattoo, Star of David tattoo, nautical star tattoo, capturing star tattoo, and so on. are some rather more wrist tattoo suggestions for women and men.
Women more nominally beholden to gender norms Brisbane tattoos - notably straight, married ciswomen - nonetheless fight expectations of ladylike purity enforced by romantic companions, dad and mom and friends. Mothers with tattoos may be perceived as unfit as a result of they're dirty or immoral; the very ink on their skin is perceived as tainting their female virtues. Tattooed girls typically really feel pressured to cowl up their work on their marriage ceremony day, maybe the most traditionally ladylike day of their lives. Thompson, who covers her tattoos round her father, found this challenging as a result of her extensive ink. The day I received married, I had to find a costume that may conceal all my tattoos - no simple feat!â she recalled. Additionally, I felt I had to warn the bridal store clerks about my tattooed state, as a result of I felt so out of place in that kind of retailer.
For the highest of your wrist or the within of your wrist, an Om symbol appears good. Sanskrit is definitely a spoken language, so it has a number of completely different writing methods. In most of those writing methods, Om appears to be like pretty darn cool - and it's a powerful mystic symbol as well. Om is among the sounds which created the universe, and the written image for Om additionally represents the Hindu God Knowledge and Success, Ganesha.
All you do is stick them on and you have a cool tattoo to point out your folks, or to scare your mother and father with. When you have kids or grandchildren you also might recall them desirous to have a short lived stick on tattoo out of the machines at supermarkets and from different businesses that use them as a promotional tactic. There may be simply one thing concerning the tattoo's that entice the eye of everyone.
However because the tattoos fade from the our bodies of women, the tradition has not fully disappeared. It stays in several points of the Aures area's culture, and throughout the indigenous cultures of North Africa. Symbols used in tattooing are additionally found on dishes and woven into rugs.
Such is the case proper across city Brisbane tattoos, where avenue kid-turned-radio broadcaster Cedrick Mukemwanga says he regrets his decision to mark his body a couple of years earlier. At just thirteen, Mukemwanga obtained his first tattoo at a roadside stand for simply $2.
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In learning first impressions of people who have tattoos, researchers have found that avatars (neutral) with tattoos and other body modifications were rated as extra prone to be thrill and journey seekers, to have the next number of previous sexual companions, and to be less inhibited than non-tattooed avatars. This study looked at basic stigma related to folks sporting tattoos.
The rose would all the time unmistakably signify beauty in addition to nature. From that viewpoint, a rose tattoo for women and girls could be perfect in a giant approach. Nonetheless, whenever you dig deeper, the colour this flower would always carry a particular significance, and can thus is an excellent approach of speaking any special message of significance, and be a gift from one side, and a beautiful option to express one's self worth for the complete world to see. In truth, rose tattoos - each small and massive are beautiful in case of girls in addition to men, for irrespective of where they're painted, they make mythical creation, which lifts the spirit up by quite a few notches.
Now in her early seventies with Brisbane tattoos, a vibrant scarf-turned-headband holds again Roqaya's hennaed hair. Carrying a blue gondora (a conventional costume) and a wool belt tied round her waist, she sits with excellent posture. Roqaya's class is striking in her rural farmhouse surrounded by wheat fields. She has lived here in L'green, a village outdoors the town of Chemora, all her life.
People who really like the Tattoo Design innings of work, however where work ethic was accredited tattoos - most of the time they use their deployment arm their half cover design. The reason is very simple. This tattoo is much easier to cover than within the forearm.
The different types and shape of the tattoo will usually enhance both the appearance in addition to the attraction of the entire lower back area. The design of the tattoo is mostly a petite and shallow curvature that permits it to fit completely to the curves of the female backside and natural curves of her hips. The decrease again tattoo helps to focus on an already breathtaking part of the female anatomy plus enrich an half that's well-known for its sensuality.
Tattooing, (which is a Tahitian phrase that means to be markedâ) in some cultures, has solely the ladies being allowed to do the markings. The cherry blossoms, symbols of regeneration, had been added by Illya at Studio City Tattoos in California. Tattooing is a way ancestral used thousands of years ago. In these days getting tattoos meant being a part of a tribe, or faith , like pirates with their skeleton image tattoo. The Lightspeed survey discovered that 89 p.c of those people who had tattoos said they did not care if individuals disproved of their body ink and 46 percent mentioned they'd proudly present their tattoo to their bosses at work. His tattoos are a piece in progress and he has had about eight hours performed thus far.
I never posted the images as a result of the decision was low, and after I tried to extend the size, they blurred. I used to be going to include these within the Christmas housecleaning publish, however the work is just too good. Thanks to Marisa for stopping on the road and consenting to share her wonderful tattoos with us right here on Tattoosday! Whether or not you choose a butterfly tattoo on toes, tribal tattoos on the shoulder, or on any place in between, be certain that it's the place the place you will have it to stay. In relation to tattoos, there are not any do-overs! I heartily recommend this title and at a list value of $14.99, it won't break the bank. FHM-US Magazine revealed their annual listing of the a hundred Sexiest Ladies within the World 2002 as voted on by their readers. The poll offers a fascinating perception into the recognition of tattoos amongst female celebrities. Celso credited Artur at True Love Tattoo in SĂŁo Paolo for inking his dragon and his mermaid.
The average Brisbane tattoos should associate extensive tattoos with biker gangs and, maybe, Suicide Girls , however as the tattoo form has evolved in recent many years, ladies are difficult what it means to be lined in ink and what's doable within the form. It's about time the rest of society started to get used to it.
Tattooing has gone through its ups and downs over the centuries, and has even been banned many occasions in different cultures for intervals of time. It seems though that tattooing will never really go away. During periods of a ban it appears to go underground until such time it is free to resurface.
Nonetheless, the myth of the tattoos' safety of women isn't entirely unfounded. When examining the tattoos themselves, a prominent symbol found on the forehead, known as burnous, represents an Algerian soldier's coat made of animal skin. One other fashionable symbol, rikab, represents horse stirrups. Each are clearly masculine symbols, referring to Algerian troopers or powerful males - protectors.
Last 12 months, it seems, after I first posted ( right here ) about Eve Talmadge's call for submissions, I was a bit jealous in a why-did not-I-assume-of-doing-that kind of method. But I shortly acquired over the inkblogger envy and waited with anticipation to see how this could turn out.
The pair will be fronting a brand new sequence on MTV, where couples will design tattoos for each other - however solely get to see them when it's been inked on to their actual our bodies. THE WORDS TO EACH TUNE: Music Tattoos from Around the Globe (working title, solutions welcome), edited by Eva Talmadge.
Taking the time to decide on simply the suitable design is of utmost importance as a result of this is something you will have to dwell with for the remainder of your life. Tattooing the name Bob simply because he's essentially the most current flame is probably not a clever alternative especially when the actual Mr. Right comes alongside. He could not admire the fixed reminder.
Connecting Tattoos: One option to find yourself with a sleeve tattoo is to take already present tattoos which can be on the arm and by some means find a unifying theme to connect them collectively. For example one might need a horseshoe tattoo for good luck on their bicep and want to join this and extend the design down their arm. So they might decide on some flames and a pair of lucky cube to go together with the horseshoe.
Name Brisbane tattoos on wrist are probably probably the most basic RIP wrist tattoos one can wear, and this is just because the wrist isn't a part of the physique precisely the place giant designs may very well be produced. It's normally nice to be hooked up emotionally with someone's memory, and tattooing the name of the person who was somebody unique is really a extraordinarily distinctive method to maintain in touch along with his or her reminiscences. Tattoo is often in entrance of the eyes, and distinctive people can normally be remembered in this approach.
Though the custom is culturally maintained, within the near future ladies within the Aures will no longer bear the tattoos. The tattoos have solely endured as a result of the women carrying them have, and at age ninety, Rabaiya Milawi acknowledged that her technology is disappearing.
Another fashionable technique to advertises is to sit down down on the laptop and create a flyer or brochure or poster after which print out mass portions for distribution, typically you will not have the design experience to do that and so must contract designers which might be fairly expensive. You are not completed but both, now you have to distribute them all over for the flyer to be effective which means plenty of leg work or else contracting and paying a distribution firm.
While the church would not oppose tattoos in precept, Abbot Donatien Nshole Babula, the primary assistant secretary of the DRC's Nationwide Episcopal Convention, notes that that is more about the prevalence of Western influences amongst young Congolese.
The United States never noticed a lot of this taking place earlier than the 20th century. Although divorce was codified in Roman law two thousand years ago, the American norms were set in religious views that had been damaging toward separated couples.
Matt explained that the concept behind this tattoo is simply that there are two sides to all the pieces. He collaborated on the design with the tattoo artist Sean Malone , who works out of Rose Metropolis Tattoos in Rahway, New Jersey. I ve seen some photos the place some girls from Etihad had been using a scarf(pink or orange) in the uniform...but I really do not know if it can be seen whereas I m carrying the Etihad uniform. The three pawprints tattooed below the elbow, on the left facet of the picture, above, signify his three dogs (2 Cocker Spaniels and a mutt).
Additionally I am 22 and have had no work experience... dropped out of uni (in December 2014) as I decided this is what I wished to pursue. Do you assume this is a downside? Though they do say 21 and over for cc software. After learning at Kinshasa's Nice Arts Academy, Kinfumu needed to pursue his dream of changing into an artist. With restricted job prospects in the field, he decided to tattoo others, utilizing human canvasses to display his creations. There are a variety of completely different inventive representations of these playing cards out on the internet, which tells me that they function inspiration for a lot of people. The artist is Nacho, who appeared once earlier than on the blog right here You can check out Nacho's work here in New York, he tattoos out of Studio Enigma on Avenue U. The 28-year-previous turned hooked on self-tattooing after an armed group recruited him for Brisbane tattoos studios.
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