The yellowed-with-age letters preserved at the Smithsonian (much to Steve’s embarassment) express a powerful sensuality towards men and women-
and especially touching are his correspondences with young people writing to Captain America for advice and to express admiration- a good number come from young queer kids with no one else to turn to for advice, asking for reassurance from a symbol of heroism. Queer scholars for decades speculating about the likely homosexuality of Captain Steve Rogers from his letters and his biography- (as well as the collected letters of his friends and fellow soldiers)
Contentious scholarship rising up arguing about the controversial subject of the sexuality of Captain America and the nature of his relationship with James Buchanan Barnes-
Conservative scholars and pundits bewailing how the liberals want to pervert a national icon for their liberal agenda-
Queer people finding the Collected Letters of Steve Rogers in their library and being blown away- how did no one mention Captain America was gay? Wait wait, people think he’s straight? How do people miss this??
And queer teens buying the book used, coverless, and keeping it with them to read when they feel alone- dog-eared pages for the correspondence between Steve and Bucky—- heart squeezing when they think about how they must have felt about eachother
Scholars and pundits all creaming themselves when Steve comes back to life- everyone wanting him to represent for their cause… Paparazzi taking photos of him and Nat, of him and Sam- tabloid journals making insinuating references
And Steve getting asked on some TV interview if he can comment on the rumors about him and Sharon Carter and speculation that he’s ”OTHERWISE INCLINED lolol-“ (the interviewer looks smarmy and fully expecting Steve to vehemently deny such SLANDER—)
And Steve brightly (and somewhat agressively) says that he’s actually very happily in a relationship with Sam Wilson, aka Falcon, though he considers himself bisexual
And Steve and Sam getting interviewed in OUT and the Advocate- and eloquently articulating the need for lgbtqia role models and why it was important for him to be open about his relationship and loud about asserting that he is BIsexual-
“Kim Kardashian—and maybe Kim Kardashian alone—has figured out how to make a fortune on the countless hours of emotional labor most women are expected to perform for free: smiling, looking pretty, being accommodating, being charming, being a good hostess. These are the skills a celebrity appearance entails. Anyone who’s performed them knows in their bones these activities are actual labor, and I encourage those who disagree to spend three hours sitting absolutely still in makeup chair and consider further. If wearing fully-styled hair and makeup at all times were actually effortless, a lot more people would do it, and I’d quit my job and buy stock in false eyelashes. Kim Kardashian is what getting paid for “women’s” work looks like.”—
You know, I’ve been thinking about this “Carol’s powers are too vague for them to be fun in a film” argument, and I’m starting to see Whedon’s point:
I mean, she’s only a soldier (pilot, whatever) with super human strength who can hit things really hard like Captain America. And I mean, sure, she can can fly unaided like Thor but that’s boring and totally useless. Also, why would you want to make a movie about an alien hybrid like Peter Quill? It’s all utterly incomprehensible, which is why none of those guys have ever gotten movies either.
Kelly Sue: “Captain Marvel can punch through a fucking planet. The challenge is to put her in situations she can’t solve by punching.”
IF YOU CAN’T MAKE A FUN AND INTERESTING CAPTAIN MARVEL FILM IT’S CAUSE YOU’RE FUCKIN LAZY AND SEXIST THX BYE
“Sadly, brains do not have control-alt-delete.”
“It’d be nice if they did.”
“Then you could just see what processes are running.”
“Force quit, Anxiety! Force quit!”
“Trauma?! When did I open ‘Trauma’?”
“Developing the ability to piss other people off (or even to RISK pissing them off) without knuckling under is pretty much the Holy Grail of emotionally abused kids, I think. We are programmed to respond at the first sign of displeasure, and we don’t have the faith in ourselves and our decisions to weather the storm– or even a mild sprinkle– so we tend to freak out as if the world was ending if a cloud crosses the sun. We freak out about the possibility that we’re wrong, that we’re doing the wrong things, that we’re making the wrong choices, that we’ll make someone angry, because there’s this awful certainty lurking at the back of our minds that says “If you do the wrong thing, you will be in TROUBLE.” And being in TROUBLE is the worst thing, ever, because that part of our brain is forever three years old where our parents are our whole world and being in TROUBLE is the end of everything.
It takes a lot of practice to gain that sort of gut-level knowledge that we’re strong enough to handle this stuff and that the world doesn’t end if someone else is angry at us. It’s not an innate quality that some people have and some don’t; people who grow up in non-abusive homes learn it when they’re young, is all, and the rest of us have to learn it when we’re grown up. And it sucks, and it’s not fair, and it’s not fun, but there’s no getting around it, and you can do it, you CAN.
You can piss people off.
You can be wrong.
You can fuck up.
You can do stuff that everyone thinks is weird.
AND IT IS ALL OKAY. The world won’t end. You will still be a good person. And the likelihood is that most of the things you do WON’T be wrong, and WON’T piss people off, and WON’T be up-fuckery, and WON’T be weird, but if it is? The hell with it; fix it, if necessary, and move on.”—
True story my therapist told me it is 100% natural and healthy to have attachments to fictional characters, especially strong hero types because they may have flaws but in the end they always save the day and some people just need that constant positive force in their life.
“Look, you’re a feminist who, in this particular case, made the non-feminist choice. That’s all. I assume it was the right choice for you, or you wouldn’t have done it, and that’s fine! But feminism is not, in fact, all about choosing your choice. It is mostly about recognizing when things are fucked up for women at the societal level, and talking about that, and trying to change it. So sometimes, even when a decision is right for you, you still need to recognize that you made that decision within a social context that overwhelmingly supports your choice, and punishes women who make a different one.”—Why I Lose My Mind Every Time We Have the Name Conversation | Kate Harding (via brutereason)
Andreja Pejic’s life has already been tumultuous, spanning time in a Serbian refugee camp as a child, to becoming one of the most famous models in the world.
That alone would be enough to fuel one documentary, but the real hook is the uncertainty of Pejic’s future. The fashion world is notoriously fickle, and since many of Pejic’s most high-profile jobs played with the idea of her being a “male” model working with womenswear designers, it’s possible her career will wane now that she’s open about her gender identity.
As well as being a documentary about Pejic herself, Andrej(a) cannot avoid exploring the fashion industry’s current attitudes toward transgender individuals.
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
“Meanwhile, the presumed stockpile of penis photos taken by Hollywood actors remains curiously untouched”—A line from an EW article questioning why it’s only women in Hollywood who have their privacy violated x (via pansycakeofwesteros)