When you don’t cover up the world with words and labels, a sense of the miraculous returns to your life that was lost a long time ago when humanity, instead of using thought, became possessed by thought.
The first time a shit-bag teenager punched a crow with red dye dripping down his neck, California was split in two. His worn down knuckles collided with the synthetic, rubbery, skin of all that he hated. The passion ran through that motherfucker’s blood until it spilled out his beat-up leather jacket. Just beyond the concrete where he stood, the embodiment of his spirit awoke in the sand. The witch gave a home to the rage and energy that he had released. All that pain and anger and excitement and passion and creativity and courage took the form of the man we all know and love as California’s first killjoy.
Here’s the deal: If you share any misinformed hype about North Korea, I’m blocking you here and I’m done with you in real life, for good.
North Korean citizens are scared, exhausted, and threatened daily into falling in line. They’re in constant fear of death or worse. They’re imprisoned and tortured for the smallest infractions, and about 3500 die every month from starvation. The very few in power in NK are the monsters, not the people.
The entire nation is not some one-dimensional evil entity: it’s comprised of families, and they want peace as much as you or I do.
If your only idea of North Koreans is a ridiculous caricature from action movies or ratings-driven media, then don’t speculate. Either learn or seriously shut your mouth.
Those of you hyping up North Korean panic are exactly the reason why there’s a panic. And yes, you know who “you” are. I’m especially appalled and ashamed at the evangelical American church for fear-mongering and flag-waving about North Korea. I’m shaking as I write this and absolutely disgusted at your antics.
I pray for North Korean citizens. Their liberty is one of the very few times I’ve marched in front of the White House in raising peaceful awareness of their awful conditions. Please pray with me and help however you can. Start with clamping down on misinformation.
one thing that bugs me on jtv? the complete lack of acknowledgement of what petra’s been through. petra is an abuse survivor. the one constant presence in her life is a mother who amongst other things has threatened her, belittled her, constantly gaslights her, all for her own selfish gains. struggles through post-partum depression. discovers she has a twin- who could have become the family petra so desperately needs who drugs her, assumes her identity and tries to screw her over. watches her husband who she really does love fall in love with another woman whilst said woman is carrying the child she wanted so much. not to mention being kidnapped, suffering a late term miscarriage and feeling inferior to jane. and like? there is barely any mention of petra’s past. the only thing they bring up are her mistakes- which yes are a lot, and yes she has done some terrible things, but geez. please let petra go to therapy!!!!! please let petra be happy!!!!!!
So, I didn’t know if this was common knowledge but this rad post inspired me to do some digging. I never knew Toby Stephens had dealt with alcoholism in the past. I found this article that respectfully goes at more length about it,
However, he admits he wasn’t always happy. And so he drank. He would go on 24-hour benders; he looked bloated and forgot his lines. But seeing the damage other alcoholics around him were doing to themselves, and feeling increasingly like ‘I was imploding’, one day he decided to give up. He hasn’t touched a drop in 12 years.
‘There is all this romantic nonsense about Burton and O’Toole and hell raisers like that,’ he says. ‘Nowadays the industry doesn’t have the money to employ people who are going to mess around and turn up not knowing their lines, all over the place. People think they are amazing because they did all this work while they were drunk — but just imagine how good they could have been if they weren’t.
Apparently, playing Flint ‘saved him’ in some regards and I don’t mean to be a total ham, but that’s so powerful. It really just works to further render why Toby has always been so fiercly invested in the character and the series, why he didn’t take anything from the set because ‘I carry Flint in my head’, that sort of thing. There’s a really daunting irony that he did such masterful work of a character who, in the original canon, drinks themselves to death but his rendition and the show’s take grants him happiness and security, peace from that awful and obscured ending. It’s an ending that literally negates that alcoholic demise, it’s an ending that promises healing, acceptance, and rest. Flint is ultimately saved by love, by queer love at that, and…it just feels so full circle that Toby received something so powerful from playing the part. I know Black Sails means a lot to us because it provides us representation, it assures us we are seen, that we’ve always existed, that though there are histories and systems of power that say we’re doomed, we survive and thrive in happiness. I’m sure there are some people who would say Black Sails saved them. I’m so glad that Toby was perhaps aligned to that in some small way. And as the child of an alcholic, it means a lot to me to see someone succeed so incredibly despite such an intense hardship in their past.
Maybe this is silly, but that’s the sublime capability of art. It helps us cast away shame, it holds a mirror up to us, it asks us to empathize radically, it saves us in ways no one else can entirely understand or expect. This show gave so much to me, I’m so happy it gave to him, too.