Dianna Anderson, of Be the Change, at Rachel Held Evans’ “Ask a Feminist” (via emm-in-sem)
Wooo, I like this.
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It drives me nuts when people tell me I should “tolerant” of queerphobia. (via A Softer World: 822)
NSFW. From the fabulous Indifferent Cats in Amateur Porn, via @FakeAlanBostick.
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Thanks Indie for this great find!
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Does not look anything like a bad Roman copy of a Greek statue.
Woman with a Parrot
Gustave Courbet
1866, Oil on canvas:
51 x 77 in. (129.5 x 195.6 cm)
H. O. Havemeyer Collection, Bequest of Mrs. H. O. Havemeyer, 1929, Accession Number: 29.100.5
(Source: metmuseum.org)
The more a woman looked like a bad Roman copy of a Greek statue, the better.
The whole passage:
Nineteenth-century Europe’s attitude toward artistic nudes was similar to its attitude toward women in general: they were perfectly acceptable, as long as they followed the rules. These rules, inculcated in the life classes that were the basis of every artist’s training, insisted upon idealization. Bodies were to be flawless, flesh pale, pubes shaved and poses classical. The more a woman looked like a bad Roman copy of a Greek statue, the better. And to create such prodigies, artists pushed their technical skills to an unprecedented level. Neither before nor since have artists painted the nude with the technical proficiency of the late nineteenth-century French academicians, and therein lies the problem. Like locomotives, telegraphs and electric lights, Salon nudes were a triumph of nineteenth-century technology. They are the most Apollonian nudes in the history of art, their Dionysian potential all but erased by the perfection of technique. At their worst they have a cloying sentimentality, and at their best, a doll-like unreality. They are bloodless and weightless, flesh without carnality, the dangerous female body drained of sexuality and made completely unthreatening, ‘sanitized for your protection.’ They are impeccably crafted fantasy figures, but the fantasy is getting tired, the poses becoming monotonous. By the 1860’s, when Courbet painted Woman with a Parrot, the Salon nudes of Cabanel and Bougereau were little more than risque wallpaper for Second Empire boudoirs.
Also the only president ever from PA.
Our real first gay president
The new issue of Newsweek features a cover photo of President Obama topped by a rainbow-colored halo and captioned “The First Gay President.” The halo and caption strike me as cheap sensationalism. I realize airport travelers look at a magazine for 2.2 seconds before moving on to the next one. I grant that this cover will probably get Newsweek a 4.4 second glance. I also understand that Newsweek is desperate for sales. Nevertheless, I doubt that the Newsweek of old, before it was sold for a dollar, would have pandered as shallowly.
The caption is a superficial way to characterize an important development of thought that the president — along with the country — has been making over recent years. It is also entirely wrong. Like the mini-furor a couple of months back about the claim that Richard Nixon was our first gay president, the story simply ignores that the U.S. already had a gay president more than a century ago.
There can be no doubt that James Buchanan was gay, before, during and after his four years in the White House. Moreover, the nation knew it, too — he was not far into the closet.
Today, I know no historian who has studied the matter and thinks Buchanan was heterosexual. Fifteen years ago, historian John Howard, author of “Men Like That,” a pioneering study of queer culture in Mississippi, shared with me the key documents, including Buchanan’s May 13, 1844, letter to a Mrs. Roosevelt. Describing his deteriorating social life after his great love, William Rufus King, senator from Alabama, had moved to Paris to become our ambassador to France, Buchanan wrote:
I am now “solitary and alone,” having no companion in the house with me. I have gone a wooing to several gentlemen, but have not succeeded with any one of them. I feel that it is not good for man to be alone; and should not be astonished to find myself married to some old maid who can nurse me when I am sick, provide good dinners for me when I am well, and not expect from me any very ardent or romantic affection.
Wow. I never knew this about Buchanan!
Good bingo card, but they forgot the prejudice against BDSM that sometimes shows up.
Please check your own privileges at the door: Sometimes we don’t have to look too far to find the people who persecute members of the LGBTQ+ Community(s). Be honest. How many of these have you used? And how many of these have been used against you?
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Catholic high school expresses “profound respect for women and girls” by forfeiting state championship rather than play against a co-ed team.
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