I didn’t expect my original post up there (which, honestly, was amusing to me in a wry, gen x way) to blow up a little bit like it did, but I’m just overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and kindness and all the things that continue to make this hellsite (affectionate) worth protecting and defending until the sun goes out.
I am deeply grateful for your acceptance!
But that’s not why I reblogged this. I reblogged this because that thing I wrote about Goncharov is one of my favorite things I have ever written. I don’t recall another time I had that much fun writing anything. And it made me so happy to read it all over again, I wanted to share that happiness.
Remember how fun that was? That wonderful moment when we all just agreed to play a global improv game, and celebrated each other’s creativity? There were no bad ideas, just fun additions and the largest online gathering of Theater Kids And Associates the world has ever seen?
That only happened because Tumblr can’t not be Tumblr. And to bring it all back around, I’ve been here so long, I’m really happy to be one of the many Elders who care about nurturing it for the future, if I am ever allowed the privilege.
The IWTV actors speaking about how they prepared for the role:
Sam Reid: singing lessons, voice lessons, French lessons, I basically did a PhD in Lestat.
Jacob Anderson: I’m so naturally good with languages that a actual linguistics professor says I have the best NOLA accent they’ve ever heard. Also I helped AMC save money by randomly knowing how to tap dance well enough that they didn’t need a stunt double.
Bailey Bass: I am inspired by all the female rage of my ancestors.
Delainey Hayles: I am inspired by all the female range of my ancestors and also all their lesbianism.
Eric Bogosian: am I actually Daniel Molloy the vampire? Difficult to tell.
Luke Brandon Field: it’s not that hard, just be born the living clone of another actor in his youth, and then act like the horniest monsterfucking twink you’ve ever met.
Assad Zaman: I go into my dressing room, get possessed by Armand for the scene, and then go back to wearing suspenders.
I will defend low-quality queer media if only because non-queer people get to make shitty low-quality media all the time and nobody gives a shit.
Queer people deserve to make shitty art as much as anyone else, god damn it. We’ve been censored for so goddamn long and I’m tired of every piece of queer media needing to be the height of representation and art and quality.
Queer media won’t have achieved true equality with straight media until queer people can make garbage in peace.
I’ve been working around the clock to back up over a petabyte of research data and records and articles from the National Library of Medicine before it gets attacked by that elongated dipstick and his gestapo squad. Trying to get copies of every federal research program’s data before it gets destroyed in the crossfire. I hope to God that it won’t, but I have no confidence that it will be safe. Lots of copies keep stuff safe.
Census Bureau data that breaks down the schedules of historical census records? Gone. NIH research into anything containing the word “diversity”? At risk of deletion. I am working so hard to make sure that some glimmer of what we know is preserved before something truly terrible happens to this knowledge.
Is there any way for others to help?
That’s a hell of a lot of information to save…
Following the LOCKSS ethos, you should see if you can contribute to the Archive Team’s distributed computing download of every federal database.
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