Jessa L'Rynn

Tuesday, Wednesday tread through muck

Thursday maybe eat a duck

It’s Friday, Flat as Fuck

it's a dus

Sue Tilley was 35 years old and working in a London employment office when she disrobed and let British artist Lucian Freud paint her in the nude. On Wednesday, one of Freud’s four nude portraits of her sold at Sotheby’s London for $39 million, the third-highest auction price for the artist.

“Mona Lisa wasn’t alive when she became famous—but I am,” Tilley said of the interest in her 1995-96 portrait, “Sleeping by the Lion Carpet.”

But anime and video game boob jiggling is like. The most uncanny valley shit I've ever seen nine times out of ten. You would think people this horny about tits would have actually looked at some but I guess not.

As always, the Gender Census is getting a great response from Tumblr - 34% of respondents so far! Thank you so much, I am really grateful for all the signal-boosting. 💜 Now that the response rate is slowing down after the initial peak, my main goal is reaching new people and under-represented groups.

The most common country entered is the USA (53%). In the USA over 60% of the population are aged 30 and over. [Source.] In the Gender Census at the moment it's 25%, and the average age is only 26. Since the main way we reach new people is by word-of-mouth, the survey needs your help.

The following are really effective for getting the word out:

Flyers! On noticeboards, on tables, in eBay parcels, etc. Printable PDF here, or Google Doc here for easy copying and editing. This is a top method for reaching people who aren't super-online.

Sharing this Facebook post in local LGBTQ+ groups. Facebook is particularly good for reaching under-represented age groups.

WhatsApp forwarding. We have a WhatsApp channel here with regular shareable posts that you can drop into LGBTQ+ groups or share one-on-one.

Any creative idea you have for sharing the survey URL: survey.gendercensus.com

Thank you everyone!

Think back. Not something you did wrong, something you did stupid. That time you shit your pants after drinking the wrong thing. The time your tampon slipped. The day you ran into your ex with their new SO and you walked away before you realized you still had a tree branch in your hair from a dumb fall. Dog poop on your shoe. Your pants split. Your skirt fell off and holy shit did anyone see that. You lost your swimsuit to a wave. Go worse. You are wearing hot coffee and it fucking hurts but your boss is just outside. Your child who you love just punched you by accident and you didn’t know they could hit that hard or you could hit that note. Someone called you a slur and you had to walk away.

Now. While you are still recovering from this ridiculous injury to your pride or your dignity or even to your humanity, a cop is going to ask you where you were, what you were doing, where you’re going in such a hurry.

1) the U.S. entertainment industry (especially animation) is run by older conservative types who make up offensive terms and get really mad about them.

2) the people who run Disney would be the first to fall in line with a fascist regime.

3) most of the media we consume is tailor-made and watered-down to appeal to the tastes of older, deeply religious conservative audiences.

And published it in Penthouse, to force those same censors to buy a skin mag. The editor there asked, why Penthouse?

That one is from his autobiography, Becoming Superman. See also:

When he was making Pulp Fiction, he was worried that the MPAA would object to the high level of violence in the film, so he shot a bunch of extra-gory stuff that he didn’t actually want in the film, and added it in before submitting it to the MPAA. Predictibly, they asked him to cut most of it (without even commenting on some of the things that had him worried, like the bits of Marvin’s skull that lodge in Samuel L. Jackson’s hairpiece). The resultant cuts were actually more permissive than he’d expected, so he cut a little more and submitted it, and it got passed with an R.

The second story is about that artist on Morrowind whose name escapes me (I’m not a big ES fan tbh) who figured out that if he made two creature designs, one weird and what he wanted, and one even weirder, he could get Todd Howard to agree to just about anything by showing him the whopper first, then going back and “working” for another few hours on a second, “toned-down” version, and it worked every time.

The reason I bring these up is that the thing that drives censors isn’t some extant physical rubrick of what is and isn’t acceptable, it’s the idea that they can have absolute power over someone else’s creative work. It’s about the social dominance of the interaction.

There is nothing so innocent, so clean, that a censor will not find some fault with it. Because they must find something wrong with it to justify their existence, and because it makes them feel powerful.

For once I'm not actually doing a bit; those "any resemblance to real persons living or dead" disclaimers genuinely exist because of Rasputin.