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mothersnewsofficial:

pccadvicecomics:

Providence Comics Consortium Advice #159
by Cesar Romero (Mike Leslie)


great advice from ML aka cesar romero

mothersnewsofficial:

pccadvicecomics:

Providence Comics Consortium Advice #159

by Cesar Romero (Mike Leslie)

great advice from ML aka cesar romero

(Source: sandandglass)

landspeedrecord:

THIS WAS THE GAME CHANGER

dearhussy:

For numerous reasons, it feels like it’s almost time to draw the curtain on this Hussy project, for reasons I will further elucidate on in an upcoming post, but suffice to say, it’s just gotten boring and sort of run its course. BUT BEFORE SHE HITS THE ROAD, the Hussy would like to give out a few superlative masculinities awards:

Most Generic Trans Dude Tumblr Whose Name Still Makes Me Laugh Every Time It Pops Up in My Dash: tsunamiofswag
- no tsunamis, very little swag, but put them together and…

The Mark Beyer Award for Best Comix About Existential Alienation: othermike
- quality moping, quality hanging out, never overly bitter, always smooth finish.

The In-The-Shadow-Of-Frank-O’Hara Award for Best Gay Shit: sandyfarquhar
- the great american musical, midcentury and contemporary posie, soft spot for juvenalia, old hollywood and new hollywood, them old victorians and We The New Victorians.

Better-Than-Watching-Ray-Donovan Award For Best Nihilist Antihero: transmansable
- fact: i have never actually seen ray donovan. but the Lino show is the best thing on teevee.

Best Boyfriend, Who Is My Boyfriend: highmasc
- fact: at first glance, tumblr seems kind of like livejournal and twitter had an abortion together, but then you hit the back of the wardrobe and boom it is a land of enchantment like Narnia, filled with fascinating people and creatures. to mix my metaphors here, g has been the Hussy’s white rabbit through this misadventure. thanks for continuing to put up with my shit. you are a trooper.

The Hussy is one of my all time Favorite Blogs and while I don’t believe in dying happily, her calling me a beer means I just might die, you know, content.

emotionaldistance:

Kevin Budnik (kevin-budnik) / Hand Book Number One

Tabling at SPX with M. R. Trower and Jen Rickert, Jen introduced us to her friend Kevin from Chicago. He spent most of the weekend coming or going from our table, often standing in for Jen as she did things like drawing and printing an entire comic at the show (!) or approaching curmudgeonly artists while the rest of us looked on, from a safe distance, saying, “I could never do that,” but wishing we could.

Kevin was funny, thoughtful, and (from the outside) extremely easygoing. Glancing at the loose lines and color work of Hand Book, I expected equally easygoing diary comics. What I got, instead, was a reminder that one of the most insidious aspects of mental illness is its invisibility.

Hand Book is an incredibly open and touching depiction of inner struggle and gradual recovery. It’s also funny, thoughtful, and not at all easy.

homo-online:

The Turing Test by Jason Schneiderman
It might be urged that when playing ‘the imitation game’ the best strategyfor the machine may possibly be something other than the behaviour of a man.–Alan Turing 
Who do you think he is, this boy in the midwestjerking off to the end of Alan Turing’s biography,getting aroused by the parts where the shameand degradation are exactly what he’s always wanted,at a pornographic remove, and his history teacherknows nothing about the end of Alan Turing’s life,which this boy will wisely leave out of his report.Chemical castration? Hot. Nascent breasts? Hot.Driven to suicide? Hot. Hot. Hot. And yes,in the morning, on the schoolbus, or in the driver’sseat of his friend-girl’s car, he’ll think, that wasseriously fucked up, jerking off to that, and he won’teven tent his pants by the light of day, knowinghe erased his browser history of all the chastityblogs, and all the chatrooms where he gets to besix foot two and the captain of the football teamwho always just turned eighteen yesterday andis enslaved to his coach, but that fantasy is gettingtired, and his mind wonders to tomorrow’s trigexam, and soon he’ll get back to Alan Turing,cock-slave to his government. Hot. Defeater of Nazis.Hot. And by day, this you’re-not-fooling-anyonepresident of the Gay/Straight alliance may be furiousat how this hero was treated, will start a petitionto get the science lab named for Alan Turing,but at night he wonders, in one recurring fantasy,if he could ever pass the Turing test, but in the otherdirection. If maybe, just maybe, no one could ever tellhe was human.
——
JASON SCHNEIDERMAN is the author of the poetry collections Sublimation Point and Striking Surface. He is Poetry Editor of Bellevue Literary Review, and Associate Editor of Painted Bride Quarterly. He is an Assistant Professor of English at the Borough of Manhattan Community College, CUNY.
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homo-online:

The Turing Test by Jason Schneiderman

It might be urged that when playing ‘the imitation game’ the best strategy
for the machine may possibly be something other than the behaviour of a man.
–Alan Turing 

Who do you think he is, this boy in the midwest
jerking off to the end of Alan Turing’s biography,
getting aroused by the parts where the shame
and degradation are exactly what he’s always wanted,
at a pornographic remove, and his history teacher
knows nothing about the end of Alan Turing’s life,
which this boy will wisely leave out of his report.
Chemical castration? Hot. Nascent breasts? Hot.
Driven to suicide? Hot. Hot. Hot. And yes,
in the morning, on the schoolbus, or in the driver’s
seat of his friend-girl’s car, he’ll think, that was
seriously fucked up, jerking off to that, and he won’t
even tent his pants by the light of day, knowing
he erased his browser history of all the chastity
blogs, and all the chatrooms where he gets to be
six foot two and the captain of the football team
who always just turned eighteen yesterday and
is enslaved to his coach, but that fantasy is getting
tired, and his mind wonders to tomorrow’s trig
exam, and soon he’ll get back to Alan Turing,
cock-slave to his government. Hot. Defeater of Nazis.
Hot. And by day, this you’re-not-fooling-anyone
president of the Gay/Straight alliance may be furious
at how this hero was treated, will start a petition
to get the science lab named for Alan Turing,
but at night he wonders, in one recurring fantasy,
if he could ever pass the Turing test, but in the other
direction. If maybe, just maybe, no one could ever tell
he was human.

——

JASON SCHNEIDERMAN is the author of the poetry collections Sublimation Point and Striking Surface. He is Poetry Editor of Bellevue Literary Review, and Associate Editor of Painted Bride Quarterly. He is an Assistant Professor of English at the Borough of Manhattan Community College, CUNY.

More here

HOMO

zombiesenelghetto:

Big Star, ca 1971-72
via: Depression, Quaaludes, and the Wildest TGI Fridays in America: The Real Story of Big Star
If [graphic novels are] the only format that people can get paid for making comics in, there is a problem, because people who can barely put together a two-page story have to make a six hundred page story to make their mark […] I think the short form comic may become one of its strongest possible expressions; because for me at least, comics are an art of compression. […] A way of understanding something. It can be done in a very compressed space. It is more likely for that to be able to exist as prints and then as wall art. Maybe the art world can offer a space for that kind of work where one would consider and reconsider the short, one- or two-page project as a significant project. And that involves a relearning to look at the visual side of what comics can be.
—Art Spiegelman, from his lecture “What the %$#! Happened to Comics?”, May 19, 2012. (via kostiukwilliams)

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Heaven or Las Vegas