Cal Lane (b 1968) is a Canadian sculptor, known for creating delicate, lacy sculptures out of industrial steel products.
Lane was born in Nova Scotia and raised on Vancouver Island, where she trained as a hairdresser and a welder. She has a bachelor’s degree from the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design and a Master of Fine Arts from the State University of New York at Purchase.
Cal Lane uses a plasma cutter or an oxy-acetylene torch to cut intricate patterns into industrial steel products.
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I'm gonna be honest 'cowboys were a sort of itinerant warrior class common in meiji-era texas' always annoys me a bit because it's a funny post but also No They Weren't. They were an itinerant pastoralist class common in Meiji-era Texas. And indeed the wider western region of post-Risorgimento America
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making plans to visit & stay with my best friend after they have surgery to help them around the house for a bit but i probably need to stop referring to it as “me and bestie playing Misery”
a little prompt:
"I can change (if it helps you fall in love)"
There have been a few nights lately where Ilya's come home from a practice or a game or a dinner and sat down in his house in the dark. He moves past the light switch like he doesn't know it's there, sits on the couch in his outside clothes and stares in the television's direction, empty glasses on the coffee table, or if the cleaner's been through the still life's swept of any personal touches, no evidence that he sat here in this same affected sulk two nights ago. The house already staged. But he's getting ahead of himself. Not yet on the market. He's always getting ahead of himself, and it's an unnecessary piece of theatricality he's never been able to train out of himself, though many figures in his life - from his teachers to his brother to Sveta - have instructed him, with varying levels of patience, to do so. If they can't see how his reactions are based in reality it's not his issue.
Ilya doesn't know how he's supposed to stop skipping ahead, especially when he knows he's right. It's not intuition, it's not some girl giggling in his ear about planetary cycles and mood, not vibes or vice or clickbait. "When this happens, then this happens" is a cornerstone of his life. He is the literal best at it. He is paid millions of dollars for it. It has shaped his body. I am right, so I'm right, so I'm right, so I'm right, an image of infinite mirrors. There's only one other person he shares this psychology with and he'd rather throw himself in front of the T than pollute that stream with what he sees now. He fondles the remote. Turn it on, tune it out.
Or.
He takes his phone out his coat pocket, taps it against his veneers. He wants to hear Shane's voice so badly. And this is how it's supposed to go now that they are what they are, and it's like. They do text all day. They do call and FaceTime and find midpoints on the map. Ilya's in a car or on a plane as much as he can be, and it is, as he had known it would be in Lanaudière, not enough. That's the trouble of the trap: he used to hold back because he wanted too much, and he's still holding back because he wants too much, because even when Shane tells him so he's not totally convinced their wanting matches up. One day he's going to make a huge mistake and Shane's going to step back in disgust, and then maybe he really will have to throw himself in front of the T, or whatever the fuck the Ottawa public transit is called. Because it will be then, he knows. But it's probably going to be worth it as long as he doesn't ruin Shane's life in the process. He really, really wishes Shane hadn't come out to the Metros, for instance. It--
He unlocks his phone and calls Shane because he doesn't want to keep thinking about that. Shane picks up on the first ring.
"Hi," says Shane. "So weird. I was just about to call you."
"Yeah?" says Ilya. He wants to make a joke, but nothing comes to him. It's embarrassing the way he can only linger in the reciprocity.
"Yeah," says Shane, who can't have gotten home that much earlier than him. "I'm looking at the calendar and I was thinking. You've got a game in Buffalo Tuesday, right?"
Ilya gets up. The garden lights are on, actually. That's what was nagging at his periphery. Maybe the rain's triggered the motion sensor, though it seems like that shouldn't happen. "Yes," he says. Can he say more words? Apparently not.
"And we'll be in Toronto," says Shane.
They'd dismissed this intersection when they charted the season. "Yeah, but the window is too tight, Shane," he says, directing himself down the hall.
"Fuck the window," says Shane. "I can say I have a meeting in the city and take a Wednesday morning flight. I'd just have to leave pretty early, but we could overnight in Niagara or something."
"Niagara? Falls?" Ilya laughs. "You want to piss Desjardins off to honeymoon with me?" He opens the fridge, grabs a container from the stack of branded meals.
"Do you - do you not want me to?" says Shane. Shane says everything he wants out loud. Even when he's not saying it Ilya hears it. Ilya wants to be standing next to him right now, his arms around his middle, his head on Shane's shoulder. Ilya wants to say we're both going to be so fucking tired. I'm already so tired, aren't you? Do you want that? From me? Ilya wants to say yes I'm going to need you so badly it's going to make me stupid, it's been two weeks since I last had your dick in my mouth and I might be going insane, I sleep on top of the pillow you used and it's the only thing that keeps me getting into that bed when you aren't here, can't you see how this is untenable, it's only November.
"No, I want you to," Ilya says. He sounds so quiet underneath the microwave's buzzing. "We should do that."
"Good. I think so too," says Shane. He's smiling, Ilya thinks. Just in that little way. Shane doesn't always like to FaceTime. "We can meet on the American side. It'll be easier."
"Okay," says Ilya, fumbling for a bowl, a knife and fork. The microwave dings.
"What are you having for dinner?" Shane asks.
"Steak fajita thing," says Ilya. "You had... veal sweetbreads. Dauphinoise. Side of pâté."
Shane laughs. Ilya bottles it. "Uh huh."
"Save me a profiterole for dessert, please."
"Eat your dinner, Ilya. You're clearly starving."
"I am," says Ilya, adding another thirty seconds to the lukewarm peppers.
"I love you," says Shane, in Montreal. Shane who was thinking about calling him when Ilya called him. Shane who wants to see him sooner and not later. Shane who will do anything he can do make that happen.
"I love you," says Ilya, watching the timer tick down.
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thank you so much for making me aware of this. I'm going to have to link to the actual real estate listing as well, because having more pictures offers an even clearer view of how fucked up this house is
I get in theory why people complain about het ships or whatever, I get wanting to watch queer media I really do, but I guess where y’all lose me is like. I saw some asshole on a post about Sinners complaining it was “hetslop”—this person was specifically doing so while also claiming Remmick was a queer character and thus they were justified in caring more about him than the Black protagonists. which is a whole other disgusting can of worms that has been well addressed by others at this point. but even in the absence of that part of the argument, like, no, i actually don’t think that a hunger for queer stories is an especially good excuse to deride and dismiss a piece of landmark Black filmmaking, especially as a non-Black person. I have a post that’s been going around encouraging folks to engage with more Native stories and characters, and I had someone come onto that post saying in the tags that they’d need these stories to be queer in order to care. and I just think that, you know, sucks! like obviously as a queer Native I also want to see more of those stories too. but idk how else to put it other than to say that Black people and people of color shouldn’t have to be like you in order for you to care about our narratives and experiences. and I think some of y’all are using this disdain for heterosexuality as a cover for your unexamined racial biases. it’s not okay to be racist to people just because those people happen to be straight, and you continue to be white before you are queer.
on an even more basic level than that, also, I simply just think some of y’all NEED to learn how to interact with media and storytelling without ships and fandom in mind. like if not being able to write fic about two men kissing is genuinely going to be a dealbreaker for you I think that’s actually something you need to work on within yourself because at that point I think you’re no longer really interacting with art and themes and narrative so much as just kind of playing with toys. which is, like, fine I guess. have fun. but it wouldn’t kill you to disengage from that from time to time. especially if would allow you to actually appreciate rich and deeply moving cultural stories from communities of color that you desperately need to learn how to see as human
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