So Thestandard had an interview with Cooheart about the difficulties for LGBTQIA+ performers in the industry. And about his fashion. I used google trans to post parts of the interview here
In the early days of working in the industry Earth was framed with the word ‘don’t go out with girls’ because of the belief that If straight men fall in love with each other, it will sell. It’s pretty cruel. And it’s a very bad feeling. At that time I felt down.
Earth said that the chances of a multi-gender actor being cast in a Y-series is pretty tough.
The Y Industry is a media that is constantly being talked about and controversial. One of those issues is The industry’s inability to support the LGBTQIA+ community enough, and many times, it creates misunderstandings and hurts both LGBTQ people and industry insiders.
Getting hate comments for his lead role in My Only 12%. Crossing the line to our identity. About dressing about our lifestyle which is not very good, hate speech.
Jeng got on my very last nerve because he treated Pat like a sexy secret mistress and SIR I know you are rich and kinda bored but no. But. BUT when he kissed that man’s happy trail like he was kissing the hem of God’s garment ? I remembered he was still madly in love. Oh he down BAD. ( also I got a million things to say about Pat’s happy trail, his 5 o’clock shadow and his sexual agency obliterating the blushing (hairless !) maiden trope. If they had left his piercings in ??! But we getting Joongdunk with big ass earrings so I let this director cook.)
movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….
girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.
if it were me having to repeat my dead father’s instructions on destroying the death star:
I was in a college psych class, and the teacher was doing some kind of exercise about memory, patterns, and retention. He began with, “for instance, if I asked you what number the first letter of your name is in the alphabet, you wouldn’t be able to tell me right aw–”
“Ten,” I said.
“What?”
“J. J is ten,” I said again.
He stared at me.
“I happened to learn it while looking at the alphabet when I was five or six, and it just stayed in my brain,” I told him.
Then we did an exercise on retention. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he said, “and then I’m going to send you out of the room for five minutes, and when you come back, you have to repeat as much of the story back to me as possible.”
He told me a long and meandering story with no plot or structure, just a random series of events, place names, actions, etc. Then he sent me out of the room.
I looked at the wall for a while.
He called me back in five minutes later, stood me up in front of the class, and asked me to repeat “just as much of the story as you remember.” Apparently while I’d been gone he’d been telling the class about how eyewitness accounts aren’t reliable because people don’t remember things well after a certain period of time.
So I told his story back to him– not verbatim, but certain phrases were exact– and watched the consternation in his face as I accidentally blew up his (valid! and extensively studied!) lesson about how bad people’s retention is.
“It’s like a song,” I tried to explain to him, and the class. “Or a poem. Every part of the story has a little tag to remember it. I looked at the chalkboard while you were saying this part. My leg itched while you were saying that part. A chair squeaked during the next part. Then I just have to come back and go over all the sensations that I had while you were”
“Sit down,” he said.
I sat.
Turns out I’m Autisms Georg adn should not have been counted
ADHD version: A friend asked, on a field trip, why I knew the scientific name for Caltha palustris, “Well, we did that [one week long] field ID course [three years previously] and we saw it in one of the bogs”.
This, I was informed, is very much not a normal reason to remember the scientific name of a plant for the rest of your life.
It took me five whole years to learn when my partner’s birthday is.
another question that gets me is… would u be friends with your parents if they were your not your parents/ were the age you are now?? hard to tell bc who knows what they were really like at 20 something but….. we wonder. and we wonder and wonder.
