Hero

The Man Who Sold The World - original cover

Thank you, David, for showing me what could be done.

I may be a little dysfunctional today.

Major Tom is dead, from the Blackstar video

Ashes to ashes
Funk to funky

He is not yours, Ereshkigal

Though you dwell now
In the Houses of Darkness,
You live on
Through your work
And in our hearts.

The Buzz Begins

LGBTHF banner
I have spent much of today working on social media publicity for Bristol’s part in the 2016 National Festival of LGBT History. There’s a lot going on.

The main events are on Saturday 20th and Sunday 21st. However, I’m still working on stuff for other days, some of which involves Stuart Milk. Hopefully we’ll have announcements on that soon. One of the reasons I have been slightly frazzled of late is that I got a message saying, “Stuart got a call from Archbishop Tutu asking if he can go to Cape Town for a few days”. Because that’s the sort of thing that happens to Stuart.

Meanwhile my genius graphic design pal, Ceri Jenkins, has been producing the most amazing banners and such. The one above is intended for use on Facebook and you can see it in action here. I also have a pinned tweet these days. Slowly but surely Ceri is dragging me into the 21st Century.

By the way, if you have an event that needs social media promotion, Ceri does this stuff for a living. I can put you in touch.

Of course most of you won’t be in Bristol to see any of this happen. However, I will also be giving talks in London on February 6th and Manchester on February 27th. More news of those in due course.

More on The Danish Girl

I’ve been a very bad blogger of late because I have been busy dealing with a bunch of things that are extremely annoying, some of which you will doubtless get to hear about in due course. In the meantime I also had to go on ShoutOut to do a “year in review” thing from a trans perspective. Because the ShoutOut folks are incredibly efficient that broadcast is already edited and available online. Hopefully being steaming furious about other things will have made my ranting about the evils of the Gender Recognition Panel and lack of recognition for non-binary people event more heartfelt.

As I’m probably not going to get much sleep tonight (Thursday), I might as well spend some time pouring that pent up fury into something else, though I’m going to publish this in the morning just in case the Internet falls on my head as a result.

I still haven’t seen The Danish Girl. I don’t have the time, for starters. And also to do a thorough deconstruction of the web of lies that the film weaves I need to have read the novel it is based on and Lili Elbe’s memoir, so that I can pin down what has been changed by whom. However, other people have seen the film, and this evening I came across this fascinating conversation about the film between trans author Casey Plett and Jonathan Kay from a Canadian website called The Walrus.

I think that Kay is genuinely trying to engage in discussion here. He does, after all, give Casey the last word, which is rare in such circumstances. However, he also comes across as rather clueless in places, and his blinkers are pretty clear for all trans people to see.

I’d like to start with the introduction to the piece as it sets the tone in a way that will inevitably get trans people’s backs up. Firstly Kay uses the term “transgenderism”. This is a TERF dog whistle term. It is intended to imply that being trans is a political philosophy, not anything innate to human beings. It is used to claim that being trans is something made up by trans people and the Patriarchy in order to oppress women. Please don’t use this word, people. Ever.

Kay also refers to Lili as a “biological man”. This is a rather more problematic term in that it does have some status as a scientific term. It can be used to mean someone with XY chromosomes. But being “biologically male” in that way has nothing much to do with being male in a practical sense. Humans are much more complicated than that. Someone who exhibits Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome is a “biological man” but will be assigned female at birth, will look exactly like people with XX chromosomes, and in some cases can even give birth. The phrase “biologically male” is often used to imply that trans women (and some intersex women) are “really” men, so it is best avoided except in specific scientific contexts.

On to the film now, and I want to focus on a few of the issues that Kay and Plett raise that illustrate just how distorted a picture of trans women the film gives.

Firstly there is the question of historical accuracy. As I have noted before, the film is not based on history, or on Lili’s memoirs, it is based on a recent fictionalization of Lili’s life written by a cis man, David Ebershoff. Apparently the film includes scenes of Lili writing her memoirs in a bid to make it seem more authentic. That sounds to me like a deliberate attempt to claim an authenticity it doesn’t have. Anyway, as Plett says, Lili’s memoirs are available. How much they have been edited before publication is uncertain, but they do provide a different, and far more contemporary perspective on what really happened.

One thing that Plett doesn’t raise in this regard is the fact the Lili claimed to be intersex. This is completely ignored by the film. I don’t know why, but I suspect that the producers wanted to avoid complicating the issue. Possibly the claim isn’t in the novel either. There is a definite tendency for cis people dealing with trans memoirs to assume that they are full of lies. After all, if someone claims to be a woman when they are “really” a man, then surely everything else they say must be suspect. You can’t believe what crazy people say about themselves.

Something that leaped out to me from the conversation was this comment by Kay:

Lili sometimes is shown to be unhinged, and can act callously to long-suffering Gerda—especially when Lili refuses to stand by Gerda just at the moment when her own paintings (of Lili, in fact) turn her into an artistic sensation. When an exasperated Gerda declares at one point to her sexually transitioning husband, “It’s not always about you,” she has the audience’s sympathy.

He later makes the seemingly reasonable point that this is good source of drama in the film, and it is. This is one of the main reasons why I hate transition narratives: the trans person can’t win.

If the trans person is married, the cis audience will have sympathy with the deserted wife (it is always a wife, never a husband). If she is not married, the cis audience will have sympathy with the poor, confused co-workers and the employer trying to cope with a seemingly impossible situation. If she’s a young person the cis audience with have sympathy with the parents and siblings. (See the book, Luna, for example, which is all about how awful it is for a teenage girl to have a trans sibling.)

Concern for deserted wives is precisely the justification used by the Home Office for imposing the infamous Spousal Veto.

Of course some couples do stay together through transition — Jan Morris and Sarah Brown have both stayed with their wives, for example — but movies and novels require drama so that can’t be allowed in fiction. The trans woman (it is always a woman) has to be shown as obsessed and selfish.

Do any of these cis writers ever pause to consider that trans people might actually care about their families and friends? That we might actually worry about what transition does to family relationships? That we might spend years, decades even, making bad decisions about our lives because we don’t want to hurt our families? That we might start to take seriously the advice that we get that we would be better to kill ourselves than bring shame upon our family? That some of us might act on that advice?

Even when trans kids are thrown out on the street to fend for themselves there will still be people who will tell them that they should be ashamed of the pain they have caused their families.

Also I can assure you that, even as recently as the 1990s, psychiatrists working in gender services would tell patients that if their families were causing problems then they should abandon their families and make new lives for themselves. I can tell you that because it happened to me. I refused, and that was a big risk because I could have been denied further treatment for refusing to do what the psychiatrist said.

I have no idea what actually went on between Lili and Gerda. I’m sure they had different views on the issue anyway. But I do know that the obsessed, selfish trans woman is a dangerous meme that I would like writers to avoid.

Then there’s the scene where Lili gets beaten up. As Plett notes, this is entirely fabricated. It never happened. Someone, either Ebershoff or the scriptwriters, felt that a film about a trans woman wasn’t complete without a scene of her getting beaten up. Why do you think that might be?

I don’t think the issue here is whether the book, or the film, is written by cis people or trans people. I don’t even think it is whether Lili is played by a cis person or a trans person, though that’s a question that deserves a whole separate blog post. The issue is whether or not the people writing the story deal honestly with it. Unfortunately far too many cis people writing about trans characters do so by playing into cis people’s negative expectations of trans people. Nowhere is that more obvious than in the film’s ending.

SPOILER ALERT

You all know that Lili dies at the end, don’t you? The film has to conform to the Tragic Trans Person narrative. Lili can’t be seen to live happily ever after.

And actually she did die, but not as it is portrayed in the film.

In the film Lili dies as a result of genital surgery: something that I and thousands of other trans people have lived through, and did so even back in the early 20th Century, including Lili.

Lili did not die from an operation to give her a vagina. She died from an attempt to give her a womb, through transplant surgery, which was being trialed decades before any surgeon understood the complexities of tissue rejection. It was an operation that was doomed to failure at the time, and has never been attempted since (though a few successful operations on cis women have now been undertaken, which gives us hope).

The film, and possibly the book, changed Lili’s story to have her die from a perfectly safe operation. It did so in order to make Lili’s life fit another meme about trans people.

I do trans history. I spend a lot of time reading about eunuchs. For thousands of years, large numbers of eunuchs were involved in government bureaucracies, armies and choirs in many countries around the world. And yet if you read history books you have to wonder how this was possible, because whenever eunuchs get mentioned the historians, especially the male historians, start going on about how dangerous the surgery was, and how many people died from it.

The Danish Girl is lying about Lili’s death, and it is doing so because it wants to make the point that for a man to lose his penis is to lose his life.

This is the problem with cis men writing about trans women. Far too many of them simply cannot accept our existence, because the whole idea of losing one’s penis fills them with terror. They have to pretend it is deadly, even when it manifestly isn’t.

It’s OK, boys, really. No one is asking you to cut your dicks off. Lots of trans women, on the other hand, manage very well without one, and go on to have long and happy lives having got rid of theirs. Lili could have done so too, had her doctors not been completely ignorant about the risks of organ transplants.

So that’s one of the main reasons why The Danish Girl makes me so angry. It doesn’t just want you to believe that trans women’s lives are tragic, it wants you to believe that they are wasted. How they can be any more wasted that they would be if we killed ourselves, which was the prevailing recommendation when I was young, is a mystery to me. In any case, transition makes trans people happy, and many of us go on to have very successful and fulfilled lives as a result.

The other thing that really annoys me is the whole forced feminisation narrative. This encourages viewers to see trans women as mentally ill, and to believe that psychiatric cures for trans people would work. It also blows a huge hole in the deserted wife narrative, and turns the film into a bizarre re-working of Frankenstein in which we are expected to accept that the monster is to blame both for coming to life when Victor asked him to, and for abandoning his poor father after having done so. However, I really need to see the film to make a full case for that one.

Newspapers – Just Say No

This morning I got contacted by a newspaper asking me to write an article on the trans issue de jour. (Don’t ask, you don’t want to know). I’m not particularly interested in celebrity gossip, but I did think it might be useful to write something about how celebrity transitions, particularly Caitlyn Jenner’s, are something of a double-edged sword. They get us a lot of publicity, but it can often be bad publicity. Jenner, in particular, infuriates many trans activists because her life experiences, and some of her personal values, are so far removed from those of the rest of us.

Anyway, they said they liked my suggestion and I spent a couple of hours writing an article. When it came back from editing it was substantially revised. It was clear that the paper had an angle it wanted from the article, and where I hadn’t provided that they had put words in my mouth. They had also re-worked parts of my article in ways that would have got me crucified on Twitter had it been published. I suspect that they don’t fully understand what they did, because they are not as sensitive to the nuances of trans politics as I am, but trust me it was bad.

So I pulled the article. I have quite enough (unpaid) work to do right now, and I have a sneaking suspicion that carrying on with it would just have resulted in my getting pressured to approve things I didn’t want to say.

Doubtless that means that I won’t get contacted by newspapers again. I’m OK with that. If people aren’t prepared to trust my expertise, and want to sex up things I have written to create controversy, I don’t want to work with them. We’ve gone way beyond the point where we should be grateful for any acknowledgement that we exist. If people want me to work for them for free, they can start by showing a bit of respect rather than thinking they can use me as a front for what they want said on trans issues.

History, Not Hollywood, Please

I haven’t been to see The Danish Girl yet. I probably won’t until it comes out on DVD because I don’t want to be ejected from the cinema for throwing things at the screen. Whatever it’s qualities as a film (and I understand that it is very good indeed), it also has an obligation to do right by its subject, and by the minority group it purports to represent. Hollywood, sadly, has very little interest in telling true stories.

Over at The Conversation, Clare Tebbutt, whom I had the honor of meeting at a conference in trans history last year, takes a look at how the film stacks up. Clare is an expert on trans life in the 1930s (there was a lot of it) and she’s not impressed. She notes that, rather than being based on Lili Elbe’s life, the film is actually based on a novelized version of Lili’s life published in 2000 and written by a cis man. That’s a much more serious issue than the casting, because it means that the whole story is being viewed through a cis male gaze. It also means a lot gets left out.

Sadly, Clare only scratches the surface of the problems with the film. If the reports I’ve been seeing from trans women who have seen it are correct, there are lots of subtle messages in the film that encourage viewers to come away with incorrect and harmful views of trans women. So I guess I am going to have to see it at some point.

2015 Stats

Somewhat depressingly, it continues to be the case that I get most views here when I have a rant about something. That generally means Puppies or a trans rights posts. Here are the top five most viewed posts from 2015.

  1. The Wages of Sin
  2. Puppygate — Winners & Losers
  3. Cis People Know Best, They Tell Us
  4. Leelah – The Establishment Closes Ranks
  5. On Mary Sues

The top five countries from which you folks come are as follows (in order): USA, UK, Sweden, Finland, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, Ireland, Germany, India.

By far the majority of my traffic comes from search engines and Twitter, with Facebook lagging in third. Special thanks are due to Mike Glyer whose File 770 provides the most traffic outside of search engines and social media.

As I’ve been doing a Bristol Fringe podcast post today I also had a look at the stats for that site. I am delighted to report that by far the most popular post, with just shy of 50% more listens than anything else, was Emma Newman reading from Planetfall. If you haven’t heard it yet, here it is again.

October Fringe – Joanne Hall & Jonathan L Howard

Here’s a nicely horrifying way to start the new year: the Halloween special edition of BristolCon Fringe. It features some deeply creepy readings and a great deal of swearing (we love that explicit tag on iTunes).

First up is Jo Hall who is more generally known for being the Queen of Grimdark. There is no mass slaughter in this excerpt from her latest novel, Spark & Carousel, which was launched at BristolCon. Instead there’s something cold, calculated and ultimately horrible.

Next we have Jonathan L. Howard who launches his latest novel, Carter & Lovecraft. There are no tentacled horrors from beyond the stars in the excerpt that he reads (you’ll need to buy the book for them). However, there is a particularly nasty serial killer. The cops get very sweary.

Finally I get to put both of our readers to the question. Jo reveals her inner darkness, and Jonathan describes how Carter & Lovecraft came to be written.

This BristolCon Fringe event was staged as part of the Bristol Festival of Literature. There are quite a few announcements to do with forthcoming LitFest events, all of which you will have missed, but hopefully it will tempt you to find your way to Bristol this October. BristolCon is back in its normal date, so if you come a few days early you can catch some of the LitFest too.

Hopefully I will get the November readings online later this month. I’d like to say I’ll have the December and January readings up in February. It should be OK as far as Podbean bandwidth goes, but given how busy I’ll be in February I’m not hopeful.

New Year Things

I don’t see any point in making resolutions that I’m not going to keep, so for now I’m just going to try to say “no” a bit more often, especially when it involves people asking me to do work for free. In any case, to be honest my planning horizon doesn’t extend much beyond February. If I manage to get through that month without any major disasters the year will have gone well and I can start thinking about other things. I’ve just had to turn down an event in Bath because I’ll be in London at the time. February is that sort of busy.

Meanwhile some of my friends are resolving to do good things. Jo Hall is once again going to read more women authors, which is a fine and wonderful thing. I understand that Pete Sutton will be joining her in the challenge this year. I’ve just been looking at a year in review piece I have written for someone, and the stats look like this:

Male authors: Ian McDonald, Paul Cornell, David Barnett, Ken Liu, Hannu Rajaniemi, Ante Aikio, Robert Irwin. 7 in total.

Female authors: Catherynne Valente, Emma Newman, Sylvia Moreno-Garcia, Aliette de Bodard, Nnedi Okorafor, Naomi Novik, Elizabeth Hand, Carolyn Ives Gilman, Rachel Hartman, Justina Robson, Ann Leckie, Stephanie Saulter, Natasha Pulley, Zen Cho, Leena Krohn, Maria Turtschaninoff. 16 in total.

PoC count: 6 of 23 (possibly 7 if you count Sami as PoC, which I think you probably should).

Translated works: 4 of 23.

The list isn’t very good with regard to actual LGBT authors, but in terms of books with major LGBT characters I have 12 of 23.

The obvious conclusions from this are that a) I’m a hideously bigoted feminazi who is out to destroy all men, and b) that I need to read some non-binary authors.

That Film (No Spoilers)

Last night I finally managed to clear enough of the work backlog to be able to take time off today and see the new Star Wars film. As pretty much everyone else has said, it is most definitely a Star Wars film.

Of course that means that the science is non-existent, the plot is silly and full of gaping holes, and some of the dialog is excruciating. But it also means I laughed, I cried, and I wished I had gone to see it with Kevin because there are soppy bits.

Also I now understand why all of the dudebros are so upset. They get a character that they can totally identify with, and the commie pinko faggot feminazi scriptwriters go and make him a villain.

Oh, and Lupita totally stole the show. Loved her character.

Today on Ujima: Pagan Festivals and Stuart Milk

We were a little light on guests for today’s show, it being that time of year, so I am especially grateful to Liz Williams and Trevor Jones for coming all the way from Glastonbury to be with me today. Most of you will know Liz as a science fiction writer, but you may not know that she and Trevor run the Cat & Cauldron witchcraft shop in Glastonbury. I had them on the show to talk about midwinter festivals. We covered a wide range, from the origins of Santa Claus to Roman Saturnalia and German Yule. My French colleague, Melody, was on hand to provide a European perspective.

You can listen to the first half of the show here.

At the start of the second hour I shamelessly used my place in charge of the microphone to send a Christmas message to Kevin. After that I played the interview with Stuart Milk that I recorded in London a couple of weeks ago. Thanks again to Dan Vo and his colleagues at Heavy Entertainment for the use of their studio.

If you want to see some of the things that will be happening in Bristol for LGBT History Month, check out the OutStories Bristol website. There will be lots more posts coming during January.

Melody and I were joined in the studio by Mary Milton who, amongst other things, is the Producer of ShoutOut, the LGBT radio show on BCFM (and now a host of other local community stations). In the final half hour we had a chat about the state of LGBT rights and what we we need to do to improve matters.

You can listen to the second hour of the show here.

The playlist for the show was inevitably seasonal, though I did try to avoid most of the obvious choices. Having to play mostly black music helped a lot. I was especially pleased to be able to play Eartha Kitt. The full playlist was as follows:

  • Santa Baby – Eartha Kitt
  • Sun Goddess – Earth, Wind & Fire featuring Ramsey Lewis
  • Santa Claus is Coming to Town – The Jackson 5
  • Run Rudolph Run – Chuck Berry
  • All I Want for Christmas – Mariah Carey
  • So Strong – Labi Siffre
  • Winter Wonderland – Booker T and the MGs
  • Hot Stuff – Donna Summer

As Paulette is on holiday in Vietnam I’ll be hosting the show again next week. If anyone who lives in or around Bristol fancies being on, do get in touch. It is hard to find guests at this time of year.

Queen of the Jungle

Mmamoriri


This is Mmamoriri. She’s a rather unusual lioness. As you can see, not only does she have a full mane, but it is quite dark which is indicative of high testosterone levels, even for a male lion.

The media has managed to make a right mess of this story. My favorite is the piece in the Independent which manages to suggest that this is an evolutionary adaptation, states that Mmamoriri is probably infertile, but adds that she will probably be able to pass on her unusual features to her offspring.

Fortunately they link to a report by an actual scientist in Africa Geographic. This dispenses with all the nonsense about evolution and mutations, and instead focuses on the much more likely explanation of an intersex condition. Chromosome testing has shown that Mmamoriri is XX, but as the article notes there are other conditions well documented in humans that could explain such features in lions.

Interestingly the researchers monitoring Mmamoriri’s pride have noticed other lionesses with similar features in other groups. They think that the relatively isolated nature of the lion population on Chief’s Island in the Okavango Delta, Botswana may be part of the explanation for this.

Some of the reaction I have seen on Twitter has praised Mmamoriri for adopting male gender performance, but a mane is not clothing; she had no choice in this. Human women who have beards get bullied rather than praised. Thankfully lions don’t appear to be so obsessed with biological essentialism. There’s no suggestion in the scientific reports that Mmamoriri has been in any way ostracized by her pride because of her appearance. Obviously lions are much more sensible than humans.

Battle of the Five Armies: Extended Edition

Because Christmas TV is unremittingly awful, I have a tradition of spending the Holidays in Middle Earth. This year’s entertainment was provided by the Extended Edition of The Battle of the Five Armies. The Blu Ray version has a total of 11 hours of additional material, most of which is well worth watching as far as I’m concerned.

Of course what most people are interested in is the extra material in the film itself. There was around 20 minutes of it, but very little in the way of additions to the plot. There’s a lovely scene between Biblo and Bofur. Also we get to see the funeral of Thorin, Fili & Kili, after which Dain is crowned King Under the Mountain. The rest of it is extra battle scenes. Because who needs more plot and dialog when you can have more ridiculous CGI effects, right?

I’m probably being a bit unfair to Peter Jackson there. The battle does actually make a lot more sense with the extra material. We do also get to hear Bifur and Bombur speak. There are, thankfully, no new Legolas dance routines, but the extra bat material is actually crucial to that whole episode. Most importantly, however, there are

LOTS MORE GOATS!!!

And this is a good thing, because the dwarf war goats are by far the best feature of the whole battle.

We also get to see the elves and dwarves fighting each other, which will doubtless please everyone who ever played a dwarf in my role-playing campaign. And there’s some comedy stuff to do with Radagast giving Gandalf his staff to replace the one that was destroyed by Sauron.

One of the delights of the extra material is that you get to find out what the film-makers were trying to do, which doesn’t always come across in the film. The whole Thranduil-Legolas backstory makes much more sense after you have heard it explained. I was also pleased to hear how Thranduil’s character developed during filming. Originally he had been intended to be a sort of super-Legolas, but eventually the crew realized that, being older and wiser, Thranduil would not waste so much energy showing off.

The attention to detail is phenomenal. There was a lot of time and effort spent on bringing in an expert costumer to make some stunning leaf mail armor for Tauriel, which was eventually abandoned when they found out that Evangeline Lily looked fat in it. Lee Pace was so impressed by the workshops that he begged for a job and spent a lot of his downtime making dwarf armor.

One of the highlights of the extras is the section about Dain, because it features Billy Connolly. Where most of the actors gush about how much they loved reading Tolkien as a kid, Connolly makes no bones about his hatred for the material. That probably makes him an even better choice to play Dain.

As always, family played an important part in the production. Billy Jackson was old enough to play one of the Laketown warriors. Both Cate Blanchett and Orlando Bloom enthused about being able to have their children see them make these films.

That’s an important thing about films. They last a lot longer than people do. Parents today are suddenly discovering the joy of taking their kids to see Star Wars. They can also show them Fantasia and The Wizard of Oz. I’m pretty sure that Peter Jackson’s Tolkien films will still be getting watched in 50 years time.

Christopher Lee certainly thought so. He was so happy to be able to play Saruman when he was on the side of good, and he said in his interview that these films are likely to be what he is most remembered for. Remembering is, of course, all we can do now. I was wonderful to see him in action again.

Next year I’ll do the Hobbit marathon to see how well it holds up as a single work.

Meanwhile I still want to see Lee Pace play Elric.

Home Alone

Christmas is a time when we all get bombarded with messages about how good it is to spend time with family and give each other presents. For many LGBT people, of course, Christmas is a time when either they get forced to spend time with family who despise them, or when they are on their own because they have been ostracized by their families.

I’m very used to spending Christmas on my own. I almost prefer it, although of course it would be much better if Kevin was with me. But I am by no means alone. I do, after all, have you lot.

Yesterday I posted a tweet showing me wearing the jacket that Kevin bought me for Christmas (and which was actually the only present I got). To date it has been liked and commented on by over 100 people on Twitter and Facebook. Those people have come from the UK, Ireland, the USA, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Finland, Croatia, Italy, Ukraine, Trinidad and Brazil (and possibly a few other countries I have missed). Alone? Ha! You people are awesome.

Thank you!

Update: The Netherlands and Switzerland now added.

Update 2: Knew I’d forgotten somewhere: South Africa. Sorry Lauren.

Chyskhaan Is Coming To Town

Chyskhaan

Last night I re-tweeted a lovely picture of the chap above, billed as the Siberian Santa Claus. People seemed to like it. It came from Samantha Lee in New York, whom I don’t know. As is the way of such things, I was half expecting a “well, actually…” tweet this morning. It didn’t come, so I guess all of the mansplainers are down the pub complaining about how it should have been Christmas Adam, not Christmas Eve, and what’s all this about a festival given over to some female giving birth, ewwwwwww! However, as they will doubtless be back at some point, I have done some research.

My Googling first led me to Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost, who is a character from Russian mythology. You may remember that he is a character in Cat Valente’s wonderful novel, Deathless. He’s a pretty fearsome chap, so to make sure the kids are not frightened he is assisted in his gift-giving by his beautiful granddaughter, Snegurochka the Snow Maiden.

Snegurochka

However, most pictures of Ded Moroz have him looking much more like Santa than the chap above. He does sometimes wear blue rather than red, but that may be the work of Stalin who allegedly wanted to make him look different from the Western equivalent.

So who is our Siberian friend? It turns out that he is Chyskhaan, the King of Cold. He is indeed from Siberia, and he shares a lot of characteristics with Ded Moroz, including the beautiful granddaughter. Some things however, are all his own. See those horns on his hat? Yep, mammoth tusks. That’s one bad-ass Santa.

For more information, and a whole lot more Russian gods of the cold (and more pictures like the three I have borrowed), see this wonderful article in The Siberian Times.

Siberian Santas

TSA Ramps Up War on Trans Travelers

The introduction of “porno scanners” that show nude pictures of airport users have provided all sorts of unhappy experiences for travelers. The TSA has tried to change the way the scanners work so that staff have less fun looking at nude pictures of pretty women, but it has been the impact on trans travelers that has caused the most heartache.

Put simply, if the way your body looks under the porno scanner didn’t match the TSA agent’s view of your gender presentation, then you got flagged as an “anomaly” and were required to undergo extra screening. For trans women and non-binary people with penises this generally involved having your genitals groped by some random TSA guy. Because clearly the obvious way for a terrorist to smuggle a bomb onto a plane is to disguise it as a penis which would be detected by a porno scanner. If all of the extra scrutiny caused you to miss your flight, well that was your problem for being weird.

This policy has resulted in a number of deeply humiliating experiences for trans travelers, most notably for Shadi Petosky who is a well-known TV director (her animated kids show, Danger & Eggs, has just been picked up by Amazon for a full season).

So the TSA decided to take action. No longer will the presence of an unexpected willy generate an “anomaly”. Instead it will generate an ALARM!!! Because apparently characterizing trans travelers as dangerous rather than odd is an improvement in the way you treat them, according to the TSA.

All of which makes me rather glad that I’m no longer allowed to travel to the USA. In theory, of course, my body won’t produce any unexpected results under the porno scanner. However, I am pretty sure that the records being held for me by the TSA state that I am trans, and I therefore expect I would be subject to extra scrutiny, just in case. As I’m not a US citizen, I would have no rights whatsoever in such situations.

There’s more on the story at The Advocate, but I note that Shadi has said on Twitter that she has been mis-quoted in the article so please take that into account when reading it.

New Fafnir

The latest issue of Fafnir, the Nordic Journal of Science Fiction and Fantasy Research, is now available. The English language content includes a paper on ecological themes in fantasy, and a fascinating examination of gender and magic in Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane. There’s also a paper on Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles, and a number of book reviews. I’m pleased to see that Jyrki Korpua has completed his doctoral thesis, which is on Constructive Mythopoetics In J. R. R. Tolkien’s Legendarium. Well done Jyrki! There’s a link to the thesis in Fafnir for any Tolkien scholars out there who may be interested.

Miss Universe Does Gender

Despite it having escaped the odious clutches of Trump the Chump, there’s no way Miss Universe is going to get on mainstream British television. We don’t do that sort of thing here these days. (If it is on one of the cable networks, please tell me.) So I have to rely on my American friends to fill me in on the National Costume Round, which is far and away the best cosplay contest in the world these days. Genevieve Valentine has done her usual, snark-filled review of proceedings.

Of course this year no level of snark could possibly embarrass the tournament more than the disaster of the final announcement. I’ve been critical of Hugo Award ceremonies in the past, but good grief, people! All that money, all that possibility for rehearsal, all that experience from previous contests, and you manage to screw up that badly? Oh well, at least it is an object lesson in how not to design the card with the results on it.

Anyway, back to the fun stuff. The judges seem to like weird, which is the only possible explanation for Thailand winning this part of the competition. You can see from her face what poor Aniporn Chalermburanawong thought of having to wear this thing.

Miss Thailand the Tuk Tuk

Kudos goes to Monika Radulovic, Miss Australia for the purple hair and glasses. Yes, Dame Edna, you too can be a beauty queen. Nice Opera House epaulets too.

Miss Australia

But for me the stand out costume, despite the magnificent displays of feathers and wings from elsewhere, was Miss Austria. Her team clearly knows that their country is famous for these days, and understands the relationship between this contest and Eurovision. Well done Anima Dagi for having the courage to do this.

Miss Austria as Conchita Wurst

Shakespeare Vs Cthulhu

I don’t have to say any more than that, do I?

OK, it’s an anthology, and it is being crowdfunded on Kickstarter. Sadly it doesn’t seem like there will be an open submissions period. And oddly every single one of the authors lined up to contribute is male. Thirteen of them. I wonder what the probability of that happening by chance is?

Anyway, I’m familiar with the work of quite a few of them, so it should be a pretty good book. You know what you need to do to make it happen.

Happy Solstice

Uffington Hare - Dru Marland


Today, in the Northern Hemisphere, we will have the longest night of the year. Tomorrow will be the shortest day. After that, Gods willing, the sun will begin to return to our lands.

This year’s card is “Uffington Hare” by Dru Marland. Symbolically it is a bit of a mash-up, because hares are scared to Eoster whose festival is normally celebrated in the spring, but it is a lovely picture. You can buy greetings cards with this picture, and some of my aged relatives who still do the paper thing will be getting them next year.

My Solstice dinner has been postponed until tomorrow because some bright spark decided to hold the December BristolCon Fringe meeting on a religious holiday (War on Solstice! I demand an outraged article in the Daily Mail.) Still, it will be nice to spend the evening with friends and good fiction. Do come on down to the Shakespeare if you are in town. We have been promised mince pies.