Take Things Apart and Put 'em Back Together Better

"When [Lawrence of Arabia] was in production, screenwriter Michael Wilson was not paying much attention to Lawrence's sexuality. Wilson was more concerned with the theme of colonialism versus nationalism, and Lawrence's scholastic pursuits. This clearly displeased Lean, who wanted to paint more of a controversial character study, albeit on a large canvas, than Wilson had so far achieved. As far as one can judge from Wilson's notes, Lean had two overriding concerns - Lawrence's sexual make-up, and the scene that he would film in Petra. As far as the former is concerned, Wilson noted that Lean had, revealingly, compared the Lawrence-Ali relationship to Brief Encounter, his 1945 film about an unconsummated love affair starring Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson." - Brief Encounters: Lesbians and Gays in British Cinema 1930 – 1971 by Stephen Bourne

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

Holy crap, Aydah Mensah is Jack O'Neill. The first human that demonstrated any serious likelihood of providing the real opportunity that a jailbroken Jaffa, who had just been biding his time, was looking for.

how i want bathtubs to work:

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAAYYYY

to fight my artblock i decided to redraw some gerard p donelan comics as ds9. but once i started i could not stop....

so heres all deep space 9 of them. lol. again the poses and captions are lifted straight from his comics all i did was put space guys on there! please enjoy

On the one hand it makes sense because space is the place where you can get the timescales to meaningfully do this. Species that arose and went extinct long before humanity even existed - yeah you can imagine those in space. The speculative appeal is strong. On the other hand, this is not how archaeology works anywhere on Earth. There are always people there no matter where you're digging, and USUALLY they will have some connection to the stuff being dug up. The actual on-the-ground politics of that relationship are very different where you go in the world, but anywhere there used to be people there still are people. And that is almost never true in sci-fi archaeology. And obviously sci-fi allows us to speculate, but it's the pattern you see again and again. No one's interested in speculating an alien archaeological site where those aliens' descendants or anyone related to them are still around in any meaningful capacity. In sci-fi, descendant communities just do not exist. Everybody Died. This place now belongs to no one anymore, except the archaeologists.

"Here's me at Kitty Pryde's fourteenth birthday party

And here's her at my fifth birthday party that year"

"Awwwww"

"And here's me at her fifteenth birthday party

And here's her at my fifth birthday party that year"

"Wait what"

"And here's me at Kitty Pryde's eighteenth birthday party

She came to my fifth birthday party that year!"

greetings, fellow kids! perhaps you are trans? perhaps you are considering hormones? perhaps you have concerns?

perhaps you are scared fucking shitless that your singing voice will be ruined and destroyed forever and everything that is worthwhile about you will be destroyed with it and you will never be able to make music again?

me too!

so I took all that terror and I turned it into art, because what else are you going to do when you sacrifice your only beautiful thing in exchange for your life?

Here is me, four months ago, taking my first dose of testosterone. Yes, it is my real first dose of testosterone. Yes, I had to do this in one take.

Notice that my voice was good. I mean, it was really fucking good. I never did anything with it except school plays and campfire singing, but it was a really good instrument that I could have done something with, you get me?

Only, I hadn’t done anything with it, and I finally figured I was too old and unskilled and unfeminine to ever be the next Broadway star, so I broke it.

Which was, in a distant but meaningful way, partly because of Hamilton. And one month in, I could still sing Eliza’s part:

But that was only a month in, and my voice hadn’t really started to change yet. That was obviously not going to last. Here’s me after two months:

Still got some of those high notes! But they’re starting to get a bit creaky and unreliable, and I’ve got a whole extra octave down the bottom I’m not used to.

Three months in, I definitely couldn’t do Eliza. That turned out to be absolutely OK, because I could do Javert.

hey you know what my voice sounds pretty fucking good there. it’s not the same voice I had when I started but I still sound like me, you know? I’m still learning the new instrument, it’s not really finished yet, but I haven’t gone all the way back to a kid with his first recorder. I still sound like an adult who kinda knows how to sing.

The difference between Eliza and Washington turns out to be about four months.