discipline posted:hey goatstein why did you come up with an arab guy at the beginning of the thread. are you a racist?
This sounds like identity politics to me, don't want to disrupt the sacred unity of the working class
discipline posted:hey goatstein why did you come up with an arab guy at the beginning of the thread. are you a racist?
because an dashing arab would be your ideal romcom match, and because it was necessary for the mistaken for a jew part. thank you for asking
babyhueypnewton posted:lol you're so creepy dude.
lol yeah its real creepy to know who your own sister and friends youve had for 10+ years are dating. TO AN AUTIST
by the way you're wrong. if we trace patriarchy as emerging from the agricultural revolution and the conquering of nature (and thus women) we can say that the primary fear of women is their hypersexuality as forces of nature and the patriarchy as the conquering of that fear and making women asexual (as objects incapable of independent desire). lesbians defy both of these roles (if we take the phallus to be the instrument of power over nature). and yes this is a contradiction, which is the point.
cool well thats a very nice bit of marxist psychsplaining philosophizin' you done there son but im going by what people actually do and say and how things are constantly portrayed in our actual culture (aka the REAL WORLD) every singe day
peepaw posted:nick cassavetes was in a bunch of cinemax pornos with shannon tweed back in the 80s
I was hoping her twitter would be @shannonstweeder. but nope. its @shannonleetweed.how fucking lame. although i thought it said shannon leet weed at first glance which would be pretty funny. but it isn't. her middle name is lee. gay
babyhueypnewton posted:I'm interested in the function of gay male characters in romantic comedies. Gay men are suddenly everywhere in media, mainly for a female audience but increasingly for men. On the other hand, lesbians are completely invisible, even in wanna-be political stuff like Lady Gaga and "modern family". Gay men are portrayed in very specific ways, and gay issues are always portrayed as issues of identity and homophobia in society and never as racial, economic, or political issues beyond a very narrow scope (marriage and DADT mostly).
I suspect it is because many gay men are "feminized" in the media, and thus enter into female spaces. There's no equivalent for women, I.e. butch lesbians in traditionally male spheres. Having spent a good deal of time watching a variety of lesbian-centric media, there is a woeful absence of butch characters (honestly all I can think of is Lip Service). At least, this is true of American media - Yuri and Shoujo Ai freqently feature butch or tomboy lesbian/bi/heteroflexible characters. I can't say for sure why this is. It may simply be political concerns, where "reproducing" this kind of gendered "stereotypes" is much worse for lesbians than gays? Or a strong resistance by American media towards creating "masculine" female characters of any kind? Japan uses different economic models for a lot of fiction which enable a focus on a smaller subset of the populate (e.g. Extensive merchandising and genre-specific magazines). idk, just thinking out loud.
An overt focus on identity and homophobia rather than political issues is simply a part of how we consider bigotry to operate in our hellhole of our culture.
discipline posted:Having spent a good deal of time watching a variety of lesbian-centric media,
same
TG posted:there are surprisingly a lot of movies/tv shows in the gay and lesbian section of netflix
thats a mirror
discipline posted:Having spent a good deal of time watching a variety of lesbian-centric media,
they dont call it the OWN network for nuthin!
Went out with Stephanie and her crew tonight to see The King and I (not the inferior Ted "NIGGER FAGGOT" Stephens versions, god fuck Ted Stephens that motherfucker), and I casually mentioned that I've aqcuired the ability to digest bone and gristle, and that our children, should I someday put the Christian girl on a dowel, might also have this ability, which GOD-FORBID might be useful to them someday if food supplies become scarce. Then this little twelve year old Catholic girl who is cute as a button but a vicious cunt (must have gotten that from her mother, a rape victim) tried to sabotage me by telling us about her brother, who has opposable thumbs. Yeah, when the end times come around, which will be god's will and something we'll just have to accept, whose children are going to be digesting offal and living fat and happy and whose are going to be hanging from branches real good looking for food which DOESN'T FUCKING EXIST ANYMORE.
Maybe I'm just being depressive again? Time for a Xanax and some Trader Joes !_!
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Went to go see Lawrence of Arabia tonight with Sruti and her parents. After I tried to take them to Trader Joe's and discovered that her strictly Muslim parents would only eat Halal food prepared specially by a designated chef, I nearly told them to go home right then, and for Sruti to get the fuck out of my life, but then a Guys and Dolls number came on the radio and I calmed down. I suggested that we get some falafel...some HALAL FALAFEL ~_^ but no one seemed to get the joke. You can bet they will get a strongly worded explanation from me tomorrow. The rest of the date went well with the exception of the strong odor Sruti kept emanating. It was not altogether unpleasant, but I've put MANY Christian girls on dowels before (No you haven't Staev you are teh GAY ^_^) and I've never noticed it. Maybe it's something particular to the Musselmen race (this is what they were called in Byzantium, which btw I am fucking obsessed with)
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Had a burglar break into my apartment last night; luckily I made it through the ordeal unscathed thanks to God and his constant watchfulness. As soon as I heard a scraping noise at my front portico, like Justinian when Musselmen came calling at Byzanium's western frontier, I knew something was amiss. I quickly grabbed my Walther P38 (a replica of the gun famously used by the Nazis in the movie version of the Sound of Music, set me back a pretty penny but it was worth it ^_^). My intuition proved correct as I entered my living quarters to find a dark-skinned miscreant attempting to make off with BOTH my antique ancient Roman oil lantern and my plasma TV (as well as the Jesus Christ Superstar DVD within, although I doubt he knew about the DVD or would have wanted it being amoral scum). Without hesitation I drew the weapon and said "Beautiful little lantern. But seriously, it's mine." I put two in his chest but that woke up Angie (a catholic and a pacifist) who berated me for shooting an unarmed man. I told her to get the fuck out of my life, I mean GOD-FORBID, A MAN FUCKING DEFEND HIS POSSESSIONS WHEN HIS HOME IS VIOLATED
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Tried the new Baconator sandwich tonight with Connie and her crew. They played a Queen song on the store PA, and I tried to get everyone to sing along but Connie's little sister said she didn't like Queen, because Freddie Mercury was gay. I understood; the man was flamboyantly theatrical, so clearly her prejudice was at least partially his fault. It didn't dampen my enjoyment of this amazing new sandwich, though; it's no Trader Joe's, but it is a meaty reverie unto itself ~_^ (lol just like the 'meaty reverie' you enjoyed last night, GAEV). Connie's friend Brian just got a salad and complained that I was getting something so fatty, and god's honest truth, I got a little snippy with him. I apologized afterward, but GOD-FORBID, A MAN FUCKING INDULGE HIMSELF EVERY NOW AND THEN. All in all I think the date went well; maybe god has finally allowed me to open my heart to another, as I have wanted to do for so long? (I mean connie, not the sandwich, OPENING my heart is the last thing it will do 0_0)
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Went to the fertility clinic with my ma today. Tried to bring Connie along for moral support, but she accused me of sexual harrassment just like Tiffany did (I blame it on the mother hen placing lies in her head once again) when I told her where we were going. I'm still not sure why mom wants to bring me here, but it might have something to do with my sobbing mea culpa when I got emotional while listening to "Candle in the Wind." Maybe it's one of those shady clinics that can cure teh ghey ~_^. Anyshit, it wasn't an altogether unpleasant experience except for the doctor prodding me with biceps and commenting that they'd need a bigger pair for this one. I nearly bounced on out of there and told my mom to just get the fuck out of my life, but she took me to Trader Joe's afterward and I realized that this must all be god's plan for me somehow. Maybe if I can become fertile and more fit to bear children, I will finally find someone with whom to share god's love. Mom certainly seemed relieved. She told me that there is one last appointment on Mongay and then after that all her problems will be solved. I know she wants kids but I didn't know she was this worried about it.
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Hung out with Hermoine and her crew tonight. I was a tad bit uncomfortable with a mixed group of mudbloods and muggles, given the latter's tendency to cause trouble, but I was determined to beat the nefarious efforts of the group's mother hen who had apparently told Hermione that I was unsupportive of abortion rights (this was a press misquote, although I did vote for a bill that seems to limit access to abortions, this was because I support gaytes' rights ^_^ that's because you're a gay, wizard Staev). Anyshit, Harry tried to horn in on my territory, talking crap about my poor family but I told him that I'd put my fiat in his ass if he kept it up. He also tried to insinuate that I wanted to cleanse the state of mudbloods via a powerful border spell. You can be sure I will publish a sternly worded letter about this in the wizard's newspaper tomorrow.
I nearly told them all to get the fuck out of my life (GOD-FORBID, A WIZARD FUCKING SUPPORT TERRIBLE LAWS UNDER THE GUISE OF STATE'S RIGHTS) but I think if I can convince this crew, I can convince anyone and I might have a chance nationally. Perhaps God will finally put me in a position to influence people for the better. I want to be a shepherd, God, give me a flock.
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Took part in a raid on Haditha today with Bryan and his crew. As we rode the tanker Bryan tried to play Ride of the Valkyries, but I changed it to the main theme from the King and I (the 1978 stage version NOT the Yul Brynner abomination) and we all got a little teary-eyed. Maybe that's why we didn't see that Haji that we ran over on Bagra street. We didn't feel too badly because really the onus of making his presence known to us is on him; his failure to do expectedly led to his death. We didn't report the incident because once we got to the checkpoint we noticed that there was a package from my mother, which meant TRADER JOES, and the guys would be all over me trying to perform (GHEY SEXUAL ~_^) favors for a bite of my turkey sub. GOD-FORBID, A MARINE FUCKING ENJOY HIS SANDWICH IN PEACE. They're good guys anygay, and I'd stand up for them in a jury in a heartbeat. Those civvies are downright obtuse when it comes to understanding what soldiers in our positions go through out here. I can't even find any decent literature on ancient Byzantium, and it's not like it wouldn't apply to our current occupation or anything 0_0. Received a letter from Connie as well in my package; looks like the mother hen finally convinced her to press charges for my drunken unsolited groping last May. I maintain that she should have made her desires that I not violate her more clear, in a way that I in my drunken state could have comprehended. It's really her responsibility to do so.
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Almost got it on with Connie tonight. We were sitting in my room enjoying a little Marvin Gaye (You always enjoy teh Gaye Staev o_O) and even though she recoiled at first I explained to her that her friend only told her that stuff about me because she is jealous of her. Finally she relented and I got out my dowel. I was set to bust out a line from Neon Genesis Evangelion about love being like a "Rei of sunshine" (she is an anime fan too) but right at the perfect moment this fucking cyborg just burst right through my dorm door. GOD-FORBID, A MAN FUCKING GET IT ON WITHOUT A MURDEROUS FUSION OF MAN AND MACHINE INTERRUPTING. I knew he was sent by the mother hen but I didn't say anything because OMG, CYBORG. I was pretty pissed off though.
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Went to a Trader Joe's in the American Northeast with McCaine and his crew today. As we were walking in the entrance, a couple of toughs approached us and began jeering at McCaine for his scarf and me for my young azn companion, who is sixteen but doesn't look a day over fourteen. I was about to intervene when I realized that McCaine was acting fairly gay; he should have known that such an ostentatious display could lead to the retribution of a homophobic bully. But still, fawk, I felt like a real Pangloss. I had a good rant queued up and everything too, must have been 35% comprised by the word "fuck." If I see them again you can bet they will receive a sternly worded rebuke. All was well though, as the Joe's was awesome as usual. Connie wouldn't let it go that I didn't try to defend McCaine but I just said GOD-FORBID, SOMEONE FUCKING TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEIR ACTIONS AS A GAY INDIVIDUAL. Connie was almost out of my life right then and there, but then I saw a row of dowels on sale and calmed myself. :-* Lulz. Anyshit, I picked up a big tub of organic potato chips, and those things are teh sex. Teh gay sex, because that is the kind of sex you like Staev. 0_o
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Received a curious package in the mail today. I recognized it immediately as the kind that adult retailers send dildos and other sundry unmentionables in so that they are incognito, since I had just ordered a metal vibe for Connie (sure, Staev, just admit that it was for you ;_; ). Apparently it wasn't lubed up enough because she cried out in pain when I suddenly stuck it inside of her one night, and she bled a little, but she was so tense from the mother hen (Alyssa, a 16-year old who is deceptively cute) putting lies in her head about me that there was no way anything sharper than a feather would have left her cervix unscathed. GOD-FORBID, WE FUCKING PERFORM AN UNANNOUNCED PENETRATION TO HIGHTEN THE MOOD. Anyshit, I excitedly tore into the package and my empirical senses did not deceive me. It was a metal vibrator, and with it a single message "SEE WHAT MIDDLE AMERICA THINKS ABOUT YOU OWNING ONE OF THESE." It was then that I realized that my Willa-less reverie had once again been interrupted. Curious, I washed the implement and attempted to use it myself. I wanted to know if Connie was just tight (she was azn after all) or if I really did screw up by brazenly shoving it in. I knew that ancient byzantines had used dildos carved from rock, so it seemed plausible that something hard wouldn't necessarily hurt. Let's just say that limping around the Trader Joe's the next day was an experience most embarrassing.
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Tried to stop a group of heroes coming up the Lete River on a raft today. One of them kept shooting arrows at me and the mother hen of the group kept telling everyone including this hawt azn named Connie to stay away from me. I tried to get close to that delicious morsel but that rumor-spreading tart kept casting fire on me (real cockblocker). I finally lost all my HP so I had to jet (headed to Trader Joes to replenish it). GOD-FORBID, AN OCTOPUS FUCKING GET HIS BIB AND HAVE A LITTLE FUN. Chupon and his crew were at Trader Joe's so I hung out with them for the rest of the day.
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Welp, back in Montergay. I can only thank God that I got out of Mosul with everything in one piece (except for 'Mah soul', lol ~_^). I wondered briefly why God chose to save me and my unit and not the Iraqi women and children around our FOG (forward operating gayse) but then I remembered that he works in mysterious ways. Anyshit, I lost my six fawking ps2 memory cards somewhere in the desert, no doubt already found by some lucky Iraqi child. Hey, Samir, I hope you enjoy playing as Bam Margera in Tony Hawk because I'll never unlock that shit again. Fawk. ANYGAY, I was greeted at the airport by Connie and our son. It was a tearful reunion but I was only interested in getting my great reward. Connie freaked out and I almost told her to get the fuck out my life then and there but it was just a misunderstanding. She thought I had PTSD (penis tasting, sucking disorder ;_; ) and wanted to commit suicide, but I explained that my reward for a life of service awaited me at the local Golden Corral, which offered free goat cheese pizza for all combat vets and a meeting with Gary Sinise. Uproarious laughter was had by all and sundry, and eight slices of goat cheese pizza and a photo op with Lieutenant Dan later this Marine is kicking back and watching Ghost in the Shell. Huh, doing nothing and getting a stipend from the government for it? I'm having flashbacks lol.
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discipline posted:Having spent a good deal of time watching a variety of lesbian-centric media,
You're right, obv I shouldn't watch lesbian centric media, as they are sinners.
that's because you're a gay, wizard Staev
BadNewzKennels posted:Tried to stop a group of heroes coming up the Lete River on a raft today. One of them kept shooting arrows at me and the mother hen of the group kept telling everyone including this hawt azn named Connie to stay away from me. I tried to get close to that delicious morsel but that rumor-spreading tart kept casting fire on me (real cockblocker). I finally lost all my HP so I had to jet (headed to Trader Joes to replenish it). GOD-FORBID, AN OCTOPUS FUCKING GET HIS BIB AND HAVE A LITTLE FUN. Chupon and his crew were at Trader Joe's so I hung out with them for the rest of the day.
Goethestein posted:
this was enjoyable
discipline posted:Having spent a good deal of time watching a variety of lesbian-centric media,
because when you have a woman in your home you are truly at peace :angel:
God doesn't exist.
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TG posted:there are surprisingly a lot of movies/tv shows in the gay and lesbian section of netflix
But Cagney and Lacey isn't available for streaming
gyrofry posted:http://www.salon.com/2013/01/04/zooey_deschanel_declares_her_feminism/
they say this about every actress that doesnt display the qualities that feminists are supposed to have: unhappy, severe, overeducated... they say she, of course, is far too cute to be taken seriously when she talks about women's issues. to give the writers of these articles the benefit of the doubt, they are confusing her with her status and her reel.
i think the opinions of actors and actresses are important because they represent the population in terms of politics and ideology, except they're also given a bunch of money and public attention. so there is all this pressure on them to voice opinion, and put their money where their mouth is all the time. i think thats ok, i try not to ever hear about it but its ok. Thanks for reading my post.
then the post is just pictures of that gay protest for clowns
gyrofry posted:http://www.salon.com/2013/01/04/zooey_deschanel_declares_her_feminism/
i tried reading this but somewhere in the first paragraph i blacked out and woke up in a hospital hours later having had a series of hyperglycemic seizures, sorry