I’m feeling very fucking fired up tonight because yet again trans people are gonna be robbed of positive Hollywood representation by yet another well-known cisgender actor.
Hollywood, eh. They hear “yo this trans thing is in, we need to do a thing, rake in some cash, get some woke points!” But HOW to get the mainstream audiences to watch it? OH YEAH LET’S CAST A SUPERSTAR!
Scarjo is thinking “AWARDS!”
THE THING IS, this is not 1999 anymore, and it seems neither Hollywood nor Scarjo have noticed.
History time: The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert. A wonderful, lighthearted, courageous, fun Australian film and a vindication of gays, trans people, and drag queens. Starring 3 cis het (as far as we know) actors, 1 trying to move up his soap opera career (Guy Pierce), another just doing his slow and relentless pace to worldwide prestige and fame (Hugo Weaving) and the ONE well-known actor they could get who was actually risking his fame, so to speak, playing this part, the one and only Terence Stamp. He couldn’t dance for the life of him, but he played a trans woman with humor, humanity, and she was even allowed a romance. Guy Pierce was adorably camp (and he can dance!) and Hugo Weaving was fucking PERFECT, a multifaceted character with things to work out. The costume department took no prisoners and won awards. The film is really sweet and great and positive overall.
Because, you see, back then it was tricky to play not-straight parts. It took courage, and it actually helped the cause. Helped make it normal. “See? It’s not something shameful to be avoided at all costs. I’m straight, but I play this part, and why the hell not? What’s the big deal?” – yeah, it helped.
Hollywood, for its part, thought “MONEY”. And made A Wong Foo Thanks FOr Everything Julie Newmar, the most unnecessarily long title ever. The film is… sweet I guess. It has none of the edge or the challenge of Priscilla. AND YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE MAD SCRAMBLE AMONG EVERY MALE ACTOR WORKING IN HOLLYWOOD TO TRY AND GET A PART. The auditions were ferociously contested. It was a race to see who could Be More Feminine. Patrick Swayze got his part and drag mother theresa by turning up to the audition with a frock and makeup (and looking fantastic btw), and it made the ordinary news.
Anyway the film got made, mediocre, mediocre reviews too. I also think it helped the cause. Normalise, make more acceptable, humanise.
Actors love these parts because they are a “challenge” and they get them awards (Eddie Redmayne.) They got them “woke” points (before the word was a thing.)
But it’s 2018 now. It’s not shameful or risky anymore for actors to play non-cis het parts. And trans and queer people are not lurking in the shadows anymore. They are rising to public consciousness. And if the “progressive” thing 20 years ago was to “dare” to be associated with these “risky” parts, the progressive, the fair thing, the RIGHT thing right now, is to take a step to the side and let EVERYBODY ELSE have their turn and showing the world their talent.
The world has changed. Hollywood, as usual, is 20 years behind the times.
Nobody fucking cares about your awards, Scarjo. She’s not getting any woke points for this. And it’s becoming a concerning pattern. After the GitS thing she can’t pretend unawareness of the problem. She has no excuse. She CAN make a difference, she CAN help the community, by stepping aside and letting an actual trans man take the fucking job.
THAT’S how you help normalise, humanise, and make more acceptable to the mainstream the very fucking existence in this world of non-white-cis-het people in 2018 in the entertainment industry, which in turn will impact society at large. You put your star power and your privilege to good use. YOU STEP ASIDE AND YOU MAKE A FUCKING FUSS. And Hollywood then has to go with it. We’ve seen it happen, and it works.
i would say i’m saddened but i’m mostly annoyed and contemptuous.
TURN THE SOUND ON TURN THE SOUND ON TURN THE SOUND ON
Good gravy – there is actually fur flying, and I know rabbits (or in this case, hares – jackrabbits?) have some decent claws. So this a pretty serious battle, and the one running away might have a few scars.
They’ve have been re-captured for weeks, and the Grandmaster is starting to ask probing questions about Loki’s past. Loki finds himself caught between saving them both from Thor’s temper and protecting his deepest secret (and shame).
Tags: frostmaster, grandthorki (in which the grandmaster forces Thor and Loki, as bros, to do sexual things), thor&loki
Warning: hard dubcon, noncon, mutually nonconny thorki
When they arrived on Sakaar, the sun was setting on the horizon. Loki gauged the its descent by the patches of pink and purple along the polished floor—patches that were broken by the shadows of their footsteps. They left dark stretches of gray winding all the way up the walls, as the Grandmaster led them to their new quarters.
A few feet away, Thor walked with his head ducked and his eyes dulled. His wrists were bound in a leathery cord, tethered to the Grandmaster’s grip. It was a precaution after yesterday, when Thor had worked himself into such a rage that he’d assaulted one of the Grandmaster’s guests and left a dent in the thick metal wall of their room. At least, he’d been cognizant enough not to attack or threaten the Grandmaster himself.
Loki counted that as a blessing.
Because while his own hands were free, he was not. He was trapped. Pinned between his captor and his brother, where leaning too close to one would inevitably alienate the other.
On a day like this, when he’d been brought to a planet he had hoped to never to step foot on again, he was grateful that Thor was silent. Not dragging his feet nor childishly yanking his wrists nor drawing attention to himself at all. Rare were these moments. When Loki could fall into a daze, tempered only by the occasional nod or one-word response to the Grandmaster’s rambling. Where he could vacate the scene and leave Thor to his own devices.
He was tired. It had only been weeks, but he didn’t know how much more he could take.