“A long and gut-wrenching list of damaging side effects—painful scarring, reduced sexual sensitivity, torn genital tissue, removal of natural hormones and possible sterilization—combined with the chance of assigning children a gender they don’t feel comfortable with has left many calling for the surgeries to be heavily restricted.”
lots of intersections with trans and disability justice around the need for bodily autonomy and the need for doctors to stop forcing “normal” appearances on people especially when it causes demonstrable harm.
ahahaha this post is now a perfect storm of tag meta so I won’t add more tags, but a big YES to all of this. Watching the MCU try to engage with the whole Our Bad Guys Are Nazis thing is… interesting. But that moment in Avengers when Steve makes a jab at Loki about the last time he saw a man standing above the crowd in Germany? That’s a pretty good jab. But the actual hero in that scene is the old man who refuses to kneel - and you know Steve would say the same.
Reblogging this for the commentary of course, but also because I’m fascinated by the linguistics of tags. Does it get any more post-modern than ” #shield was unamerican because Authoritarianism #because so very Authoritarianism ” ?
No, no it does not get any more pomo than that. Ever. I love it.
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread, only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.”
The Raft of the Medusa—a major work in French 19th-century painting—is generally regarded as an icon of Romanticism. It depicts an event whose human and political aspects greatly interested Géricault: the wreck of a French frigate off the coast of Senegal in 1816, with over 150 soldiers on board. The painter researched the story in detail and made numerous sketches before deciding on his definitive composition, which illustrates the hope of rescue.
The raft had been abandoned by the crew of the wrecked Medusa. For sustenance they had only a bag of ship’s biscuit (consumed on the first day), two casks of water (lost overboard during fighting) and a few casks of wine. Only fifteen people survived.
i fuck with this painting. bc i think the captain of the ship just had his position bc of politics & he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing, so no big surprise when his colonizin ass crashed. he high-tailed it on the lifeboat with the other upper-class men while the crew had to make this shitty raft & were abandoned. but see the diagonal that starts in the lower left and brings your eye up to the black man signaling for help? in that black man lies hope for the rest
[also, fun fact: gericault’s studio had mad cadavers and severed body parts while he was doin the studies for this. commitment!]
"I should like to see removed from the Louvre that picture of the Medusa and those two big Dragoons[The Charging Chasseur and The Wounded Cuirassier], its acolytes…then they will no longer corrupt the taste of the public,which should be accustomed solely to the Beautiful….I resent the Medusa and those other pictures of the dissecting room [Gericault’s studies of human limbs]: they show us man only as a cadaver and reproduce only the ugly and the hideous. No! I object to them. Art should always be beautiful and should teach us nothing but the Beautiful."
^^ Like I’ve said repeatedly-what we think of as “beautiful” is shaped by our culture, and has been shaped that way ON PURPOSE by individuals. Note how Ingres is very concerned that this painting would “corrupt the taste of the public”.
This kind of open grappling for control over what kind of art people see, what kind of subjects, is nothing new.
And so they come back, those girls who painted the watch dials luminous and died.
They come back and their hands glow and their lips and hair and their footprints gleam in the past like alien snow.
It was as if what shone in them once had broken free and burned through the cotton of their lives.
And I want to know this: how they came to believe that something so beautiful could ever have turned out right,
but though they open their mouths to answer me, all I can hear is light.
“After 40 years of impoverished black men getting prison time for selling weed, white men are planning to get rich doing the same things. So that’s why I think we have to start talking about reparations for the war on drugs. How do we repair the harms caused?”
Always reblog, because I’ve noticed the media salivating over all these *white* weed entrepreneurs for being so “ingenious” and “savvy businessmen”, while ignoring the the mostly Black, Brown and poor victims and survivors of Amerikkka’s “War On Drugs”, and the ongoing racist and classist injustices that keep locking away Black, Brown and poor people in masses while giving white people who commit the same offenses less or no jail time at all.