I’d buy that app.
Fuck it I’ve heard enough, I’m going to make some killer android app that listens to every word you hear and uses Google’s voice recognition shit and some semantic networks and logistic regression crap and fucking starts chirping at you whenever it detects someone is hitting on you, make it look like an incoming call from captain obvious or something. It make take a while to accumulate enough training data to detect every subtle hint but it should pick this one up pretty easily. #
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The Beating of Chrissy Polis
My stomach is staging a revolt. I’m in a foul mood and reading about the beating of Chrissy Polis, a trans-gender woman who was beaten in the dining area of a McDonald’s Restaurant in Maryland, certainly didn’t improve it. The thing that pisses me off about that is the fact that I just happened to hear about this while reading about something else. It wasn’t in the news at all.
Like Bint Alshamsa, I hate what happened to Chrissy Polis, too. And I just learned of it from a TG friend seeking to talk with me about how an awful lot of men who profess to be into TG women want them to be both virgins and hos.
As India once said, más or menos, “Not to go all Women’s Studies 101 on y’all.”
But.
Dick Cavett Interviews Lance Loud (circa 1973)
Rick spoke of Lance Loud, made famous by An American Family, a cinema vérité series shot in 1971 and broadcast by PBS in early 1973. Here is Dick Cavett interviewing Lance not long after the series aired.
Remembering Scott, 4
From my friend, M.
In the spring of 1974 I’m in our side yard outside the guest house talking to my dad, waiting for Scott who’s coming to pick me up. We hear a huge crash at our corner. The next thing I know I hear my dad yelling, “Lay down Scott. Lay down, son.” Not watching the traffic (the one other car on the street), Scott had crossed in front of an oncoming pick-up truck. Scott’s head goes through the windshield (remember the scars on his forehead?), and it’s like the car explodes. His car was spun around and jammed against the curb, glass sparkling on the ground, and the hatch back was open and stuff was scattered across Mrs. Cantey’s front yard. Scott crawls out of the car, bleeding profusely from lacerations to his head. The woman who was driving the pick-up truck was crying and saying “he just turned right in front of me, he didn’t look, oh my god.” There was a long Loretta Lynn style wig laying in the gutter and someone asked if it was a dog he’d swerved to avoid. Scott’s still lying in Mrs. Cantey’s yard, my dad’s with him telling him he’ll be ok, while I call an ambulance and his mother. I go back to the street and by now the whole neighborhood is standing around looking, and now I’m looking too. Bras, fake jelly boobs, gigantic high heels, a sequined top, wigs and other hair pieces and all sorts of drag paraphernalia are lying all over the place. By now the police are there and the ambulance. The police officer asks me if I can get Scott’s driver’s license. So I reach in Scott’s front pocket where he carried his license, 3 dollars, and a small bottle of poppers. I went with Scott in the ambulance. My dad stayed and managed the business of the tow truck, and I suppose he gathered the wigs, shoes, makeup and fake boobs and put them back in Scott’s destroyed purple Gremlin hatchback. My dad never mentioned a word about the stuff.
Asta Nielsen’s Hamlet
I stumbled on this yesterday. A 1920s-era, trans-gender, silent film adaptation of Hamlet, staring Asta Nielsen.
Scenes from the 1920 silent film adaptation of William Shakespeare’s “Hamlet” starring Danish silent film actress Asta Nielsen. In this interpretation, inspired by Dr. Edward P. Vining’s book The Mystery of Hamlet, Hamlet is born female and disguised as a male to preserve the lineage. Though a radical interpretation, the New York Times said this film, “holds a secure place in class with the best.”
You can watch the entire film here. I told Sheila I was proud to have found something she didn’t already know about.
It Gets Better: Apple Employees
Excuse me, I have something in my eye.
Supervising Women Workers (1944)
Joe learns that women are “not naturally familiar with mechanical principles”, that they must have everything explained down to the last detail, that they are naturally jealous, and that Joe should never “mix business with pleasure”, though that last statement goes unexplained.
(via cynical-c)
Chicks Who Scorn Chick Flicks
So I think it’s really cool that I am connecting with other chicks who scorn chick flicks. Chicks into “explosions and naked people.” And chicks into Robert Aldrich and Lee Marvin and Ernest Borgnine and Keith Carradine. And hobo flicks.
Two Weeks with Love
It was fun today having lunch with a friend at the suburban lesbian bar and watching part of Two Weeks with Love (1950), starring Jane Powell, Ricardo Montalban, and Debbie Reynolds.
The Robinson family, father, mother and two daughters, are spending two weeks of summer vacation at a resort in the Catskills. Older daughter Patti vies with her friend, Valeria, for the affections of Demi Armendez but Patti is at a disadvantage because her father thinks she is too young for boys. But with Patti singing at an amateur show and a dance, her adventures in quest of Armendez end happily.
Note to Deron: Two weeks of summer vacation at a resort in the Catskills.
from the comments
I want my guy card back.
Give it back, Deron.
quote out of context
There is a lot of money to be made off of female desire and, it’s important to note, men’s desire to better understand it.
quote out of context
One explanation is this: After winning a vicarious status competition, people (predominantly men, I guess) tend to seek out pornography.
It Gets Better: The Book
We started this project to talk directly to kids about no matter how much their lives may be bad right now that it does get better.
Now we’ve collected about 100 incredible stories from allies and members of the LGBT community. From the kid across the street to President Obama, these stories will provide hope to kids who may not have access to YouTube.
If you want to help get a copy of this book onto the shelf of a high school library, you can do it.
Portland Drag
Dusty Polaroids, faded posters, yellowed newspaper clippings. To some, these items are nothing but clutter, better off recycled. To community archivist Greg Pitts, their mere existence is a miracle.
“I literally had to go to the back of an apartment one time to pick up a couple of boxes of photos that the garbage man was gonna throw away,” Pitts (aka Port Bear) recalls. “The family said, ‘We don’t want that gay crap, get it out of here.’ I got a call saying, ‘We heard you might want this, but if you don’t come get it in 30 minutes it will be gone.’”
This was impromptu
Through the looking-glass (11.02.2011)
Sheila and Mindy visit the Forest View Lounge.
11.02.2011.
PHDs Awarded to Women in 2009
Following up on a conversation with a friend in Philosophy, I took a quick look at the Survey of Earned Doctorates to see the breakdown by gender for Ph.Ds awarded in the United States in 2009.
(via @mattyglasias)
he said, she said
This passage is often said to be by Ralph Waldo Emerson or Robert Louis Stevenson. In fact, it was written by Bessie A. Stanley of Lincoln, Kansas, in 1905. She earned $250 as the first-prize winner in a contest sponsored by the magazine Modern Women.
From an article in Yale Alumni Magazine, Anonymous was a Woman (Your favorite famous quotation: was it by Voltaire? Yogi Berra? Or some woman you’ve never heard of?)
from the comments
One of last night’s dreamland vignettes was set in Finland in 1939. A tire on our vehicle had developed bald patches, and we had no spare. A sympathetic man and his son (who was really his daughter) offered to take us to where we could get a replacement tire, but I thought that might place them in too much danger, so we set off on our own.
Then something else happened.
from the moderated comments
Totally, true Christian girls are the best sluts, some time ago I knew a few, I know they are out there, I want them so bad and I feel totally frustrated that I haven’t seen enough of them lately, just my bad luck. My personal belief is that they are reacting to the control freaks in their own respective churches probably with the blessing of the State, although they want to be good and why wouldn’t they want to do what they want on their own terms.
From the Comments
I remember that I had a theory as a youngster that men’s and women’s buttons were reversed to make it easier to disrobe members of the opposite sex. The button process will feel familiar if it’s reversed when facing you.
The discovery of a chemical signal in tears suggests “a novel functional role for crying”
Our tears, according to striking new research, may be sending chemical signals that influence the behavior of other people.
In several experiments, researchers found that men who sniffed drops of women’s emotional tears became less sexually aroused than when they sniffed a neutral saline solution that had been dribbled down women’s cheeks.
Fortunately, he said, “we have a male crier now.”
Equal Protection Men’s Club
Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia doesn’t think equal protection applies to women. Best comment so far:
If Scalia applies this logic to the 14th amendment, then he’d have to do the same for the 2nd.
I’m sure when they debated the 2nd amendment, it didn’t apply to much more than muskets. I doubt they had automatic weapons on their minds.
When we write laws now for automatic weapons, do we write in for the potential for laser pistols?
We need a constitutional amendment outlawing the potentiality of a Death Star. It could happen….
quote out of context
Mr Stansfield said the cheese was developed after considering “what ladies would like”.
He said, “We thought the ladies do most of the buying, so if we do a cheese that they like, we might be on to a winner.”
Girl gang’s grip on London underworld revealed
The all-female Forty Elephants – or Forty Thieves – worked alongside the notorious Elephant and Castle gang, a sprawling, powerful army of all-male smash-and-grab artists, burglars, receivers, hard men and crafty villains operating across south London. The Forty Elephants, in contrast, was a tightly run, neatly organised collection of cells, whose operations extended across London and into other cities.
