Tag: erasure

I just found out Bishop from the X-Men comics is canonically an Aboriginal Australian and now I’m super angry because they had the opportunity in the film of Days of Future Past to put an Aboriginal actor on the world stage and they went ‘nup, we’re gonna cast this African-French guy instead’.

Seriously, it’s the twenty-first century and even with it being an American film, they have HUGH FUCKING JACKMAN as their star, and you can bet that if they’d struck out in casting, they could have called him, and he would have been, ‘Yeah, mate, sure. I got some names for you, get a pen.’

Fucking racism. You can’t just sub one brown or black person out for someone of a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT heritage and it not matter.

deathlydelicious:

Ok guys, we need to talk about J.C.Leyedecker, and how its a fucking travesty that no one has made a film about him yet.

So Leyendecker was an illustrator during the 1910′s-1940′s. His work was absolutely gorgeous and highly ubiquitous at the time, and his llustrations for the Arrow shirt company created one of the most iconic images of male beauty of the early 20th century. But this icon came with a delicously romantic twist.

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So this image of The Arrow Man was both incredibly macho and well built, but also ethereally pretty and dapper. But the model who the drawing was based on cropped up in A LOT of Leyendeckers work. In many he was engaged in casual social scenes with other men, in others he was shaving in the bathroom or getting dressed, broad shouldered, skin glistening, dark blond hair perfectly in place, jaw sharp as a fucking shovel, but with a slightly rounded chin. In one ad for war bonds he even appeared as the statue of liberty. This same man appeared in hundrereds of drawings, each with the same sharp care and attention to detail which makes looking at him almost feel voyeristic. 

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So this mans image is EVERYWHERE during the early 20th century, and he is a fashion/lifestyle icon for men on par with the female gibson girl. He was the celebrated symbol of male strength, virility, and power. 

And man who modeled for Leyendecker’s iconic univerally adored macho man? That would be his lover, Charles Beach.  

so all this gorgeously homoerotic artwork defined the image of hyper macho masculinity during the interwar period. Leyendecker painted Beach onto the face of the world, that was his love letter. He basically immortalised the love of his life by making the whole world adore him as much as he did.

Leyendecker’s work would go on to influence the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Norman Rockwell. After his death in 1951, when people figured out that the unmarried man he’d been drawing and living with for decades, right up until the time of his death, was actually his lover, Leyendecker’s name has sadly been pushed out of the history books in favour of more wholesome characters.

And that fucking sucks

I would like to request a full length movie, with all the jazz era glamour and steamy romance that this genius deserved. During a time when homosexual men where thought of as weak deviants, this man not only had the nerve to use his lover as the model for all his great works, but he made him into the STANDARD of what it was to be a man. 

J.C. Leyendecker and Charles Beach deserve your rememberance. 

LOLO,LOL she just thoughfully piped up saying I should eat lowcarb and less sugar and stuff and I’m like, ‘Bitch, I been gluten free for eight years, eat very little refined sugar, lost 15kg in the last two years, get plenty of exercise, tried yoga, tried talking therapy, been medicated since I was sixteen, the meds control the depression but not the anxiety so all I can do is live with it’ and walked out. She said ‘well, good luck with it all,“ and I said ‘thanks’ because I can’t help being polite, and then I walked in circles in the kitchen for a few mintues because it’s that or scream.

Why do people seem to think I’m not trying? I mentioned at least twice that I was in burnout, that all I could do right now was manage my stress and get through it. I explained that trying further education had left me housebound multiple times in the past. I told her I’d lost jobs because of my disability, because my exec function impeded my ability to work at the speed and accuracy of others.

But obviously, I’m just sitting on my arse and not trying because I’m choosing to safeguard my health. I’m fighting the urge to scream and meltdown every time I leave the house. I’m shaking my Tangle in the shops, on my treadmill at the gym, because the sensory assault and the stress of being around people makes me want to hide.

But I’m not trying, because leaving the house isn’t an achievement to them.

Wasn’t feeling too bad when I got up this morning until a (non-autistic) friend of my mum’s who’s here brainstorming schoolwork stuff with her felt the need to tell me that my executive function/anxiety/etc was ‘exactly like hers’ and how she was able to get through uni and a career by asking god for help and I’m just…..

So now I’m reading my tumblr and stimming like mad with my Tangle and trying not to cry.

4mysquad:

#BlackPride #YouSmart #BlackExcellence 

Just piping up to correct info re: Stephen Wiltshire. Stephen is best known for his extensive accurate CITYSCAPES, not portraits. If you look at the picture, in the post, you can tell that’s what he’s drawing. (Or, you know, do a basic Google search.)

Also, please don’t erase that Stephen is an AUTISTIC black man. Yes, he is considered a savant, but his talent for drawing is not the totality of his neurotype, nor his identity. People of colour suffer erasure, for DISABLED people of colour, this is doubly so, so please honour Stephen’s achievements by acknowledging this.

will5nevercome:

My super-conservative devout Mormon parents (and society in general) have made a lot of progress toward acceptance since I first came out 11 years ago, and I’m genuinely grateful and impressed. But at the same time, I still feel a lot of hurt, and anger, and frustration at how far they (and society) still have to go. Sometimes it can be difficult to find balance between those extremes. It’s been mostly anger this week.

I’m a queer woman who has been with my female partner for almost fourteen years, a whole year longer than my mother has been with her second husband. I was BIC, and pretty much all my family on my mother’s side is still in the church, and, yeah. This is really super familiar especially that first one. My mother has denial down to a really fine art. I mean, I can actually have a relationship with her now, rather than the screaming, hostile homophobia from the early years (giving the missionaries my address every time I moved was a classy act, mum), but I just know that even though we never hide that we’re a couple, I think she’s taken the sexual and romantic elements of my partnership and put them in a steel box and welded it shut. Recently (as in, in the last year, when we’re in our thirties and been a couple since age 19), she said to my partner, “You’re a really good friend to Ruth,” which I’ve accepted is the closest I’m ever going to get to her approving of and accepting my relationship, which on the one hand, is better than me having to not take bathroom breaks when I visited in case she cornered my partner and told her all about how wicked she was and how she was ruining my chance of marriage/kids, but on the other… it’s erasure. And like any kind of erasure of identity, it really, really sucks.