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I really liked Vinnie's post this week on how gendered behaviors are much more likely to be the result of cultural conditioning than they are about biological factors, using Occam's razor and a roundabout but trenchant comparison to religion.

Go see!
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The message from MassEquality, complete with simple link where you can send a form letter or write your own:

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We need your help!

The deadline for reporting bills out of committee in the Massachusetts Legislature is March 17th. S.1687/H.1728, An Act Relative to Gender-based Discrimination and Hate Crimes (the "Transgender Civil Rights Bill"), which would add gender identity and gender expression to existing non-discrimination and hate crime laws, is still in the Judiciary Committee. Help us make a final push before the March 17th reporting deadline to get the bill out of committee and to the floor for a vote.

The time for this critical piece of legislation to pass is now! Please help us ensure passage of this bill by contacting your state legislators today.

We've proven time and again that the best way to affect change in the legislature is to run an aggressive grassroots campaign. That's why we need your help today. Please email your state legislators and ask your friends and family to do the same. The time for LGBT equality is now!

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Given what one of my closest friends is going through, and what I believe about such things in general, it drives me crazy every time NPR airs the tagline of one of their current sponsors:

"This program is brought to you in part by 500 Days of Summer. A comedy about the only two types of people: men and women."

Gah!
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A college senior at UConn was sexually assaulted, fought off her attacker, then was circled and further assaulted by a pack of cheering dudes - whom she also fought her way out of.

On the one hand, her fighting back, then writing about it in the school newspaper, is awesome.

On the other hand, dude, you see a woman attacked and you laugh and attack her some more?

And then you start with your blame the victim bullshit, and confirm other girls' shame and feeling that they shouldn't come forward about their own experiences with rape and assault?

The title of this post was my favorite comment from the first linked article. If we can't change the attitudes that make these boys act they way they do, perhaps it's time to arm the female populace. Is rage all that will stop this?
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Thanks, everyone, for helping me think better about the whole gender issue wrt my character, Conrade. I went with the facial hair today - played around with spirit gum and crepe hair - and it felt so right. I think it'll look a lot more natural under the stage lighting than the makeup would have.

I got my 5.11 Tactical dress uniform pants the other day, and just wearing them has helped change my carriage considerably. I am considering stuffing my pants, but the pants alone actually are helping me walk right, and I don't think I actually need it. (I have ethereal equipment anyway.;)

Any advice on binding would be appreciated; I got a 6" Ace bandage and that did okay, but I'd still like to make them go kind of out and up, so as to simulate pecs...trouble is, any binding just seems to create a flat uni-boob. Thoughts?

Finally, on the topic, just wanted to share this for anyone who hasn't seen it...oh gods, the hotness.

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I'm facing an interesting dilemma right now in the world of theatre, and I'm very interested in getting folks' feedback on it, both from an artistic perspective and from a gender perspective.

I'm currently rehearsing with Theatre @ First for a production of Much Ado About Nothing. I've been cast as Conrade - a small part, but an intriguing one. He is one of Don John (the villain)'s henchmen, but he doesn't actively get involved in the intrigue around which a major part of the plot centers.

From the beginning, the director said that the character is male. Not gender-neutral, not "it doesn't matter," not female. He's a male. A guy. So I took this seriously.

At this point, I like to think I've developed this character. I've had different ideas about who he is, what motivates him, what his emotional life is like, how he carries himself, what's important to him, etc., and they've evolved over time. One challenge has been the fact that I am, in fact, playing a man, and I am working hard both to emulate an appropriate physicality and to not fall into a general stereotype about what it means to "be a man." It happens that this particular man is a bit cocky, rather handsome, a bit of a brawler, generally street smart and knows how to ingratiate himself to get ahead. He can be scary if he needs to be, but prefers to make nice with people. He tries to smooth things over for his boss, who is peevish and seems to be in love with his own misery. He finds the company of Borachio, the fellow who hatches the plot and is a bit lower class, to be somewhat amusing but mostly simply tolerable. In short, he has depth, and personality. He's also a man, and I'm choosing to let that matter: I walk differently, move my hands differently, gesture differently, smile differently. I have my voice pitched relatively low, and move with a certain angularity and purposefulness. I take up more space, which for me is saying a lot.

The result is that there is a certain "male stereotype" about this character: I'm not playing a man who is geeky, or shy, or weak. I'm falling back on certain "easy" male characteristics that fall into the "macho" category. This is fine with me, and it's a hell of a lot of fun.

What I'm wrestling with right now, though, is how far to go with emulating the physical appearance of a man.

I'm taking into consideration the fact that I will never truly pass as a man. Nobody is going to look at me and really think I'm male; my hips are nigh un-hideable, my shoulders are slender, my forearms, wrists and hands, which are showing with a T-shirt, speak volumes. So the question is: how far should I go with the drag? The director early on shot down the idea of my having facial hair; she doesn't want any of us to rely too much on makeup, costumes, or props to create our characters. But as an actor, I've always found physicality, props, and costumes to be key to my development of characters. For the costume, we're all going simple: I'll be wearing black men's tactical pants, a red t-shirt, and boots. I've already decided to go so far as to bind my breasts; I'm hoping to squish them in such a way that the emulate pecs, and anyway, I like having them out of my way for the overall feeling of how it makes me move.

But the other night I went to rehearsal in male makeup. I shadowed my chin and jawline, enhanced my cleft chin, darkened my eyebrows, broadened my nose, and highlighted the angles of my face. One woman, out of the corner of her eye, thought I was her brother. One person thought for a moment, "Who's the new dude?" A gay member of the cast suddenly found me hot. Let's just say it worked.

For some people though, it didn't. One fellow cast member said I should drop the makeup. Another speculated that my going full drag with the makeup was like asking a black actor to go in whiteface to play a "white" role, and that I should just let my acting and my character speak for itself.

I'm conflicted. [livejournal.com profile] roy_batty made the excellent point that doing male makeup at least makes it absolutely clear to the audience that this character is intended to be male, even if they have to potentially work a little harder suspending their disbelief. Without the makeup, there's some ambiguity left as to intent: is the audience meant to think that the gender of the character doesn't matter? Perhaps some will think Conrade's a butch lesbian in this performance; perhaps that he's a man, perhaps something else. This brings up the question as to how much it matters that the audience "get" Conrade is supposed to be a man.

My larger fear is that the makeup will throw some people off, distract them from the rest of my work. Indicating the character's gender is fine, but making the audience constantly think about the fact that there's a woman in drag on the stage, not so much. It would be different if I were playing one of those women in Shakespeare who poses as a man for whatever reason; this is something quite different, and nobody else in the show is really wrestling with it to this degree. There are other cross-cast actors, but some of them - like Dogberry - are actually allowing themselves to be a female version of the character, and others - like the Watch - are being somewhat male-performative, but letting themselves be kind of shapeless idiots rather than tough guys.

My thought at the moment is to downplay the makeup, but still make an attempt to masculinize my face a little bit. Thoughts from the peanut gallery?
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[livejournal.com profile] fd_midori posted this in her journal recently...it's safe for work, though it has sound.

[livejournal.com profile] the_xtina, I think you especially will appreciate this.

An ad for Campari.
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Yesterday at the gym, I had a bit of a revelation.

I was once told that the difference between an intermediate and advanced weightlifter is not time, but a great deal more common sense. Six months is supposed to be when someone working consistently is no longer a beginner, and I'd say that's true for me at this point. But I'll admit that I've been victim to what I'll call "raarism," the visceral need to Lift As Much As Possible, regardless of how many times you can lift it, or how well you can maintain form. This sort of thing, as the more astute of you may have noticed, leads to injury and doesn't even build muscle all that well, except at first, when you see your first big improvement.

I've been improving steadily on squats, in terms of going up in reps. I'm still only squatting the bar, or the bar + 10, but I'm obsessive about my form and I listen to what Krista says. I don't want to hurt my knees or my back, after all. But I'd been wondering why I can't seem to get beyond 100 lbs of assistance on the Gravitron, or 95 lbs on the bench press - even when going dutifully twice a week.

I was on the bench yesterday, struggling a bit with that weight, since I had done William's Patented Ass-Kicking Male-Centric Yoga the night before, and had just figured out how to hold low plank position (woo-hoo!). The shoulders, back and chest were a bit tired.

Suddenly, above my head and to the left, a vision appeared, and said unto me, "Want a spot?" Its gender was indeterminate at this angle, but my first impressions were, in order: Black, buff, older (gray hair cut close to head), wearing red Bally shirt so likely personal trainer and not random gym person trying to hit on me, female. Letting these impressions wash over me for a moment, then taking another to judge how pathetic I must have looked on the bench, I accepted the proffered assistance.

Man, what this woman taught me in fifteen minutes. Turns out my right shoulder is weakened, and when I'm benching, the right side is significantly down. I'm lifting too much weight. I told her about my left shoulder injury of some time ago, and she said it made sense: my right shoulder's been taking up the slack all of this time, and now it's overtaxed. And here I've been babying my left shoulder!

She told me that I should do some kind of shoulder presses, with light weight, before touching the bench. That in between sets at the bench (when I return to it), I should do one-handed shoulder presses, just with my right arm. That before any of that, I should do some stabilizing exercises using a Swiss ball, or an elastic, or the wall, or a light dumbell - all of which she showed me. And that until I feel some improvement in strength, I shouldn't be doing pull-ups or dips, and I shouldn't have a bar above me that I could drop on myself.

It humbled me, and yet helped me. I've stepped up my workout of late and have been doing more yoga, plus weights thrice a week. I'd been aiming for speedy building and strength, and so didn't have a lot of patience with low weight/high reps. (Krista doesn't have much patience with it either, but I was overdoing it.)

After Donna, as this angel was called, finished helping me, she introduced herself. Did I mention she was a tall, square-shoulders, very buff, older, ebony-skinned probably-dyke that I was just smitten with? Oh, to have those biceps! And at the end of it, she didn't even make the slightest attempt to sell me personal training. As she was stacking away some equipment, I said, rather guiltily, "I haven't really been able to afford a personal trainer." She said, "Have you gotten the one free session you get when you join?" I told her I had, ages ago, at another club. "Well then," she said, "maybe we can just sneak you in sometime. Nobody has to know."

I'm going to have to spend a bit more time to do my workouts properly and stop overtraining, but I feel good about the whole experience. It's nice when someone really does their job. It's even nicer when they're wicked hot.

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