I really hope DC gets hundreds of submissions for the Harley Quinn thing that are all just Kate Kane and Maggie Sawyer getting married.
A promo Video for the upcoming film Communist Mummies From Mars.“Communist Mummies from Mars”, which is to be filmed by our group of Humber College film production students this autumn, is a comical and satirical take on old-fashioned, low-budget monster movies of the 1940’s and 50’s. Fallow the links below to learn more, donate and help make this film come to the big screen! As well make sure to like us on tumbler, facebook!
Do you believe in magic? Twisted, dark humor? Sweet revenge? Or maybe just a few hopeful kids with a dream?
My theatre company, The Pell-Mell Players, are trying to put on a punk-rock production of Shakespeare’s “Richard III”, the doomed, deformed warrior King.
We are searching for support wherever we can find it - when you live in a small town, it’s tough enough as it is to muster up support for our DIY-drama.
Thus, I am reaching out - reaching out to you, for love, support - even some magic, if you can spare some - to try and bring our interpretation of Richard into the light.
Thank you, loving friends and kind strangers alike, for taking the time to read this, and hopefully watch our earnest plea. Adieu, for now, weird ones.
Please help fund our Indiegogo campaign!
The recent CNN fuck-up is just another drop in the bucket of the misogynistic lean our mainstream media has. Disgusting and shameful.
I need feminism because so many people are tying to tell me I don’t
I will not allow the recent MRA movement deter me from making this world a safer, more equal place for girls and women of the next generations. Every time I hear a statement trying to claim feminism isn’t needed, I just laugh. I wont run away from something I know is right because pathetic misogynists feel the need to bully, and insult my views. I will not give up, because my daughter’s world is more important than the MRA’s fantasy.
Hey, it’s me! Glad to be a part of such an awesome, inspiring page.
Why do I find myself entwined with this never-ending procession of Humberts? Do I have some detectable naivety that these vulturous men can sense? Do I emit a sort of childlike allure; almost asking to be exploited in their subtle, innocent ways? I always thought what attracted men to me was my almost mothering quality - that I preened over them, lavishing praise and wide-eyes at every accomplishment. Or perhaps what I sense when I see older men look at me, the tarty-boot-wearing hussy they were warned of when they were boys. Redheads reputation precedes us, and I’ll randomly find myself in conversations with men who tell me they you can never not love a redhead, at least once.
I don’t understand why I end up loving - yes, truly loving - the men who, out of the handful I’ve loved or at least made love to, are truly horrible people at their cores. They are unnaturally attracted to the blues, which only adds to the malaise loving them seems to induce in me. They see themselves apart from other men, and above women - though they might not say as much to my face. Their indifference to much outside themselves makes them not only terrible narcissists, but wonderful storytellers, who can craft a world of his making around you so quickly, a spider would be impressed with his skill.
Men so lecherous, their souls so hardened by years of abuses and quiet disappointments - these are men who grew from small beginnings, and want more than anything to be powerful - respected, and feared - by the peons around them. They are artists. They love food, and drink, and art. They ply you with these age-old methods of seduction knowing a student when he sees one, and immediately taking on the teachers role, happy to do so. They love nothing more than knowing more than you. Men who are more often than not, scary at times.
It troubles me that in my experience with men like I’ve described, though there have only been a couple, they are enough to know they expose a weakness in me that I must be aware of, and keep guarded - perhaps for my entire life. What’s worse about these men, more than anything, is their attraction to young girls. Even typing that worries, and disappoints me. That I recognize, or know - by way of one of them expressing so much to me, in vivid detail - these men are sick, and have it in them to hurt innocent girls, scares and sickens me to no end. I don’t think anybody is in immediate danger, but then, how am I to ever know for sure. All I know is that they are clearly attracted to the same weakness in these poor, nubile girls, that they see in me.