statue and cowboy

anonymous asked:

Smokescreen playing cowboy with the kids is a cute idea omg. Imagine the kids bring him cowboy themed things because he can't get them himself. They find a hat big enough for him and he wears while quoting cowboy movies. He wears it all the time.

Yes yes yes yes YES beautiful anon! ☆゚. * ・ 。゚

-I’d like to think they managed to steal a giant stetson and holster belt from one of those impossibly large cowboy statues you often find in the Southern States in some kind of elaborate plan. 

-Smokescreen is so happy and wants to complete the look so he let’s the kids draw stubble on his faceplates for fun.

-Smokescreen has Ratchet install shiny chrome spurs that hide behind his rear wheels when in vehicle mode. He says they’ll help him with his kicks in battle, Ratchet believes none of it but he’ll still indulge him because he thinks it’s one of his rare endearing moments.

-When he can’t wear the hat or the belt, he’ll wear a red and blue “bandana”/scarf around his neck.

-He’ll often adopt a drawl and it’s given him a huge confidence boost, he has flirted with every bot around the base at least once using finger guns; this is including Optimus, 0/10 would not do again, he later apologized profusely.

so-long-not-goodnight  asked:

Omfg tell me more about the kidnapping story

ALriGHty then FriEnd. Here we go. So I live in California generally by San Francisco, but this summer I flew to Montana (If you’re not from the US, it’s about 2000 miles away, right below Canada) by myself to spend 6 weeks with my extended family that I rarely get to see. So It was like August 1st or whatever, it was a tuesday. And let me clarify, Montana is like the 3rd biggest state or some shit but it is literally Cowboy™Hell™. Their capital city Helena (where we were might I add) only has a population of  31,169. Now, I cant speak for all of y’all reading this, but that is small as fuck. I’m not gonna tell you where I live, but the population of my SMALL city is  84,950. AND MY CITY IS TINY. Like binch get some people. Anyways,,, so I was staying with my cousin Mackenzie and we told her literal trash piece of a mom that we were going to stay the night at her friend Olivia’s house. So we went to Olivia’s and did our makeup and fucked around and decided we wanted to go out. So where do you go when you’re in  Cowboy™Hell™ with population of 31,169? Walmart. So at this point when we are done fucking around and gettin ready and shit, its like 10pm. No matter where you are in the world, all Walmarts are the same. e v e r y w h e r e. When you step into a Walmart you get that feeling and it’s what keeps the world together. So when we go to Walmart, we literally fuck around there for like an hour, and we get some Rockstar energy drinks bc what’s more suspicious than 3 teenagers,, one with bright ass dyed red hair (me,,),,, buying a bottle of chemicals to consume at 11pm,, :)) So let me clarify, there is a “city”-wide curfew from 11pm to 5:30am,, and my cousins terrible excuse of a mom doesnt know we are out. So we leave walmart and we just chill in Mackenzie’s (cousin) car deciding wtf we should do. And then we remember, we know someone with a cute ass dog. This dog is literally the cutest dog anyone has ever seen, not even exaggerating. She is like a 6 week old Australian shepherd mix and she looks like the physical embodiment of if Trump got impeached (the literal best thing in the world). So this chick who owns this dog let’s us come meet her so we can like pet sit the dog for the night. So obviously, we go get this dog,, i mean,,,,, who wouldn’t want to be with the cutest dog  e v e r. So we go get this dog and we were just chillin and talking to the girl for a while so now its like 12am. So now there’s just 3 suspicious looking teenagers with literally nothing to do in  Cowboy™Hell™. And now we have a dog. So let me tell you about Olivia real quick. She has been living off energy drinks for the last 3 years, she’s not the BIGGEST fan of the dog (for some reason..), and her life goal is to go take pictures on all of the statues in  Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169. And thats what we go to do. We drive downtown and take this cute ass puppy who is no bigger than a football and we start walking around downtown. Now,, as much as I love this dog, I said we probably shouldn’t take it because she can’t walk for that long,, but no,, Kenzie wanted to take her,, So we did. So we walk around with this cute ass dog downtown at like 1am with no one else there and no form of protection,, i know,,,,, smart. In Cowboy™Hell™, there’s a large statue of a propeller on top of a small hill in like the middle of downtown. So we all start walking up this hill so Olivia can achieve her life goal,, well the dog was getting tired or something because it kept like stopping on it’s way up. So Olivia and I went up the hill to the propeller while Kenzie stayed with the dog and tried to get it to come. About 2 minutes after we went up the hill,, Kenzie came running up to the top holding the dog and saying “dude there’s a guy coming up the hill”,, none of us actually thought this was fucking terrifying bc there’s just some random ass guy at 1am,,, but we are all antisocial fucks so obviously talking to him was what we were worried about. But just as Kenzie told us, we saw the guy which freaked tf out of her because she said he would have had to RUN,,,, to be that close to us that soon. So you know when you’re chasing your sibling and theres one of you on each side of the table or the couch or whatever? yeah,,,, that’s what we did with this guy,.. We attempted to ‘hide’ behind the propeller (it was literally the most pathetic thing i’ve ever done, we were all laughing and joking like “oh fucc he’s probably a murderer lmao” (as we needed to be fucking quiet) and as he walked by he said something but none of us know what he said. it was really short but idk. So he went into this tunnel that’s filled with graffiti that’s literally right behind the propeller statue and then we actually had some logic and were like o shit we should probably go,,,,,, so we all like ran down the other side of this hill,, and let me remind you,, we are still holding this goddamn dog,, that i said we shouldn’t take.. We were all laughing like omg we are gonna get raped lmfao (which we shouldnt joke about but some creepy ass dude just walked by us at 1:30 am like tf). So we were just chillin and then we notice, this guy started walking down the hill. Towards us. Now we are actually creeped the fuck out and we starting to think like oh shit is this guy actually following us,, so we start walking away, making sure to keep looking at him to see if hes still following us. Okay, sidenote; I currently have a balloon tied to my wrist (i found it while climbing statues earlier), I am holding a book that we also found, Olivia is holding the dog because the puppy can’t run with us, and Kenzie is holding a book and Olivia’s energy drink. It’s 1:30 am in the middle of  Cowboy™Hell™ population 31,169 and some guy is now following us. But we wanted to make sure he was following us, so we went around a building and he also went around us, confirming that he is indeed,, a complete psychopath. So we run around the building to the other side and we check to see if he’s still there. Also,, this  e n t i r e  time, we only ever saw him walk. He never ran. Which lowkey made it even MORE fucking terrifying. So me, having common sense, think O SHIT, THERE’S SOME RANDOM ASS GUY FOLLOWING US IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,, WE SHOULD PROBABLY CALL THE COPS,,,,, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,, nah.. that idea was shut down immediately when Olivia brought up, the curfew. Hmmmmm,,,,, face parents or get raped/murdered????,,,,, obviously the latter. So now it’s probably 2am. At this point, we start to worry a bit, and by ‘worry a bit i mean start freaking the fuck out. Like, we could legitimately die depending on what this guy’s intentions were. Without Kenzie or I even noticing, Olivia picks up a rock in case she needs a weapon,,, like a rock would protect against a gun or knife or some shitt,,, but its okay. And while all of this is happening,,,,,,,,,, we are still holding this cute ass dog. So we decided we need to GO. But the guy is between us and the car. So we run across the street and hide in this little area in the trees. He sees us and starts walking down the MIDDLe of the street.  Creepy as FUCK. So we start running,, with my balloon, two books, an energy drink and a puppy. We ran to this old walking street thing that goes uphill, and they have a bunch of historical buildings or something. We can see the first building has like a back yard so we hop the stone fence and hide back there. I put my balloon on the doorknob to the building so that it wouldn’t fly away, and the guy couldn’t see where we were (ik,, smart af). We set the dog down and take a few moments to chill and breathe and think about what we are gonna do. This building is right on the street and right across from a park, so olivia tries to go look and see if the guy is still there, and she accidentally hit a huge metal thing which made the LOUDEST sound ever. So take a moment to ask yourself, what the fuck would you do if some creepy ass dude was following you at 2am in the middle of a “city” that you dont live in? Well shitt just die apparently. So we started talking and we were like fuck, we need to get the hell out of here, now. At this point, our car is like .7 miles away and we are all lazy ass motherfuckers who don’t run,, e v e r. But I guess it’s our only option. So we have to run this, while carrying two books, an energy drink, and a dog. You might ask you might ask yourself, why still carry the books and energy drink?? Are they really that important??? Yes. We sneak out onto the street to see if he’s even still there, and then we see this dicknugget stand up. He was sitting in the park, waiting for us. And then we started running. Now, running back to our car was a whole other adventure just by itself. We are running slightly downhill, which makes us go faster. We don’t even bother looking to see this guy because  nyoom nyoom gotta go fast  – We start sprinting down this road,, and then we hear a car coming. It’s gotta be going like 60 mph down this goddamn road at 2am and they see 3 teenage girls sprinting. Just a normal day in  Cowboy™Hell™ apparently because if you see three people running as fast as they can down a road in the middle of the night, you might stop to see if they’re okay? nahhhh. guess nott. Not to mention, Olivia and I almost got ran over by this goddamn car because we are running in the middle of the street. Meanwhile, we still have 2 books, an energy drink, and a puppy (who at this point is probably traumatized just like the rest of us).. So we just keep running for what seemed like forever (it was probably like 2 minutes), and then,, I drop my book. And me,, being the dumbass that I am,,, i stop to pick it up. Don’t ask me why I risked my life to pick up a book that we randomly found,, a book that i dont need,, a book that later we found out to be erotica,, because i do. not. know. Ya know, I always had this mental picture that if, for some reason, I had to run for my life, my body would trade in my out-of-shape, asthma-stricken lungs for super-lungs from the adrenaline or something– BOI WAS I WRONG. My lungs felt like they were on fire. Like actually burning. So what do I do? I’m literally being chased by a murderer but I really dont wan’t to run.. Well fuck, guess i’ll just die. I start walking because FUCK IT, my out of shape ass needs to chill. Then Kenzie see’s that I am walking she was like THANK GOD i’m tired too. Meanwhile Olivia is way ahead of us, and she looks back to see us,,, and we are walking, and she was like “what the fuCk are you DoiNG ??”. So kenzie and I work up the strength to start running again; and then we see it,,, our car. We unlock the car and just sit. All of us out of breath, scared shitless, apparently Olivia still had her rock, and my first thought after this was all done? I want my balloon. While all these events were occurring, Kenzie was texting her friend what was happening. We went and picked up Kenzie’s friend and his friend who was staying with him. Now it’s like 3am. We almost just got murdered/raped/kidnapped/whatever, the cute ass dog is sleeping in the car, and now we have two guys with us. weLL HEy, I haVe A gREat iDeA; LET’s GO GET MY BALLOON. So we drove the car for another 20 minutes and went back to the same place we almost died; I know, smart. Just a quick reminder that Cowboy™Hell™’s “city”-wide curfew is 11pm… and its 3am,,,. So we park in the same exact spot we were parked 2 hours earlier when we were being stalked by some creepy motherfucker and we got out. We showed the guys what happened place by place, we got my balloon, and then we were just chillin on the street. We saw some car down the street driving towards us and Kenzie made some tdumbass joke like “lmao watch that be the sheriff”, Well GUESS WHO THE FUCK IT WAS??? YOU GuESseD rIGhT mY FrIENd. the sheriff. Quick reminder: curfew. If that sheriff stops, not only do we look fuckin suspicious af just chillin in the middle of downtown on a tuesday at 3am, they will call our parents. And we cant have that.. So what do you do when you’re in  Cowboy™Hell™ and can’t get caught by the cops? Run. We all get off our asses and book it, and hide in some bushes for about 10 minutes until the coast was clear,, well we thot anyways,,,, we were walking down the street and he came around again and guess what? We all run for like 20 minutes back to our damn car and drive. BYE BITCH. None of our parents know we are out, so where tf do we go now? Can’t go home. My home is 2000 miles away. Well what perfect place to be in  Cowboy™Hell™ then the CHURCH. We legitimately spent a good 3 hours in the church parking lot because where else we gonna go? back to Walmart? Probably,,, then its about 7am and we drove to some park. Welllllll,, since its  Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169, EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS EACH OTHER. My cousin’s neighbor came jogging by at 7 in the goddamn morning (who does that, get a life, sleep in, just stahp,,) and recognizes our car and guess what happens now? He calls our parents :))))))) Thanks for being a snitching ass little bitch,, because then my cousin’s mom drives up and says heyyyyyy, get your asses home :)) Well guess where we didn’t go? home. Guess where we went instead? Of all the places in  Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169, we went to Walmart

Somehow, I’m so touched by Dale’s fascination with the cowboy statue. It seems so strong and true, compared to everything else in the world around him. The rest seems so garish, and self-involved, and empty. But then there’s this Other Thing. A gun raised, a trim figure. Standing against the growing darkness.

It must remind him of who he was, once. Who he was in Twin Peaks. That person who’s in there, deep inside, straining to come to life, again.

Imagine taking Ahkmenrah to an amusement park.

The faint sound of screaming in the distance was the first thing you noticed as you both exited the car. You turned toward the park. Towering above everything else stood the park’s main attraction. A huge lumbering double wooden roller coaster. Two trains. One red and one blue, raced against each other non-stop all day long and into the night. The high-pitched shrieks of faraway terror sent your stomach into knots, as you recalled your first time on that particular coaster.

Memories of your friend taunting you as you both made your way up the steep climb in opposing trains. Quickly you tried to wipe the sweat off your palms to get a better grip on the safety bar in front of you. The anticipation you felt as your train peaked at the top. Holding still for seconds that felt like hours. Then slowly gaining momentum faster and faster as it plummeted straight down. Your body whipping around bends at such a high rate of speed, causing you to crush the person seated next to you. The feel of the wind beating against your face so roughly that tears trickled out the corners of your eyes. Being too terrified to let go of the bar to wipe them away. The double bump towards the end shot you out of your seat. Even though your backside only lifted an inch or two, for a split second you thought you were dead. In your mind you saw your body ejected from the train, splattered on the track and run over. That’s when you screamed. A horrible, terrible wail from the depths of your soul that lasted until the end of the ride. When your winning train pulled to a stop your knuckles were white, your throat dry and hoarse. You slowly pulled your gnarled and shaking hands off the safety bar and exited your train. Your legs trembling and your hands sore.

You chuckled under your breath as you wrung your hands together as if feeling the soreness now. You looked over at Ahkmenrah. His face was pale, his eyes wide. He stared at the giant coaster. You could hear the faint clickety-clacking noise of the chain pulling both trains slowly uphill. That sound always made your heart race.

“Those are good screams, I promise.” You told him, trying not to laugh.

Ahkmenrah nodded gravely as he watched both trains plunge down the hill. Then whip around the corner only to disappear behind the souvenir and food shops.

“Come on.” You said taking his hand and dragging him toward the entrance of the park.

Ahkmenrah moved slowly behind you. You understood his hesitation. The noise of the rides, the screams, the music. It was a lot to take in at once. You squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. He gave you a meek smile.

“They call this an amusement park, correct?” He asked.

“Correct.” You answered.

“Yes, well it seems quite amusing so far.” He muttered.

You turned the corner toward the ticket booths. Right before the turnstiles sat the same old weathered statue, Cowboy Joe. An old fiberglass cowboy with a large brown hat, boots and vest sitting on a park bench. Mostly he was just there to take pictures with. The parks unofficial mascot. You’re parents had taken countless pictures of you with that cowboy. Year after year, summer after summer. Until you were too old, too cool, for your parents to take you to the park. But even then as silly teenagers, every year you still took a picture with Cowboy Joe.

As you walked up to the main ticket window you heard the demented cackling of Laffin’ Sal. Behind a large pane of glass next to the ticket window was a mechanical woman with a large gap-toothed smile. She waved at the visitors as she laughed maniacally. The park installed Sal back in 1931 to raise the spirits of visitors during the Great Depression. Her laugh sounded deranged, diabolic even. The kind of laugh a mad scientist would have. These old relics had a strange, yet whimsical macabre look to them. Their creepy eyes always seemed to follow you no matter where you went. You laughed at Ahkmenrah staring at Sal with an unsettled look.

“You keep staring like that and she might jump out of that window and getcha.” You whispered to Ahkmenrah as you grabbed his shoulders and making him jump.

He turned around to stare at you, clearly frightened.

“I’m just kidding. Come on.” You said taking his hand and leading him through the turnstiles.

You walked down the ramp. Passing all the different colorful flowers lined along the path. The entrance to the park was only accessible through a tunnel that ran underneath the road above. The smooth concrete walls created the perfect echo. Screeches of delight echoed off the walls as a half-dozen children ran past. Ahkmenrah laughed as he watched a few adults, walking fast, trying to keep up. The echoes of merriment died down as the sound of parents reprimanding their children took over.    

As you neared the end of the long tunnel the aroma of sweet delectable food filled your lungs. Cotton candy, candied apples, popcorn, kettle corn and all types of fried deliciousness. Your mouth began to water with every step. You looked over at Ahkmenrah. His eyes were closed and he was licking his lips.

“What is that smell?” He asked as he inhaled deeply.

“Guilty pleasures. And we will try every single one.” You said with an impish wink.

He blushed. “I think I shall enjoy that.”

It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light once you exited the tunnel. Bright neon lights adorned the candy and souvenir shops. Beckoning visitors to come in and spend their money. Racing incandescent bulbs lined the long alleyway of games. Luring guests in with promises of giant prizes and trophies. Dusk had always been your favorite time at the park. There was nothing more beautiful than the vivid dazzling lights around all the rides. The dizzying effect of the fast-moving lights had a strange hypnotic allure that could not be denied. The whole park came alive at night, much like the Museum of Natural History. You glanced over in Ahkmenrah’s direction. The apprehension, the nervousness all seemed to have disappeared from his face. His eyes were huge and bright, mesmerized by the enchanting display before him. His mouth was wide open and slowly spreading into a smile that stretched ear to ear.

Ahkmenrah’s eyes roamed all over the immediate area. He watched as a vendor bent out of his window to hand a small child a monstrous bag of pink and blue cotton candy. He then turned his attention to a younger couple playing a game. He chuckled as he watched the boy try again and again to win his girlfriend a prize. Only to have her throw the ball once and claim the victory instead. She proudly handed her boyfriend a large purple tissue paper flower on a two and a half-foot stem. The boy hung his head in shame only to perk up a moment later. He started to dance around with the flower. Twirling it around like an umbrella before bowing and handing it over to his girlfriend. Ahkmenrah took your hand and brought it up to his lips. Kissing it sweetly and making you blush.

“So what do you want to do first oh great pharaoh of Egypt?”

Ahkmenrah looked at you, his eyes shining and said. “Everything.”

Rewatching part five of The Return and:

  • There is NO WAY that cowboy statue outside Dougie’s office isn’t meant to represent Harry. It’s just…it’s just him! It’s Harry! Don’t even touch me.
  • “Off in dreamland again Dougie?” - coming one episode after Janey-E calls him Mr Dreamweaver.
  • God, DougieCoop crying at Sonny Jim was always painful but it’s even worse after having watched the finale.

Male Hero 2
In a picture from Reincarnation series (Reincarnation Series Reincarnation Oil on Linen Signed) a masculine man holds an antelope that seems to attempt escaping from the embrace of the male who has a head of an ape.The ever-present image of a secondary feeble man is close by in connection to the scene watching it or in some way participating.In Reincarnation with a woman-shark (Reincarnation-3 Same title Series Oil on Linen Signed) a male figure is in a center holding up the reincarnated woman. The man’s body is physically fit.A reclining male in the lower right side is also muscular but younger, with long blond hair. His position, youthfulness, and attractiveness create additional meaning of compliance to the one who is stronger and older.In another work from Reincarnation series with Pinocchio (Reincarnation-2 R. Series Oil on Linen Singed) a sinewy hand holds decreased in size legs of a woman whose upper body part is not shown in tone but suggested by an outline while her lower body is lightly fleshy. Another almost unseen female is sitting on the hand.In the center a macular body of a dark color spreads upward that seems to be a black woman.Some haughty unshaven profile is closing eyes and pouts his lips in a grimace to what could be an aura and smell of naked bodies that surround and connect to each other.Meanwhile Pinocchio is a curious and appetent voyeur whose nose is directed to the center.The line curve that taps the long nose has almost palpable sensuality being nothing but a graphical line in the context of the work that changes value of line into new dominion.In a work called Sinphony that gives name to Jaisini’s series of works another male image is a conductor postured as perhaps a ballet dancer with obvious reduction of maleness and in context of the picture having awakening of an inner spirit that has no gender definition.In First the male characters are of a non-masculine artist in a hat in linear portrayal that avoids any tonal value. Another is a city dweller that holds a rat by the end of the tail being a petit man with typical appearance full of a small time trader. Next male image is a kind of smart, sharp profile of quick-witted criminal attorney.There is also an unshaven profile with cocked nose possibly of a redneck.A drunkard’s blue nose indicates a presence of yet another male personage.In each picture there is a male image or images as unique part of the conveyed composition.In Wet Dream we find few male images and silhouettes.An almost undefined profile in the center of a powerless character that could be an overwhelmed witness of the surrounding whirlpool of female flesh.A second image is of an opinionated but also feeble man.In another work titled Das Ich Und das Es a man brandishes knife and holds down a head of another who in turn interacts with a reclining woman or maybe just looking down at his feet.The mood of the picture creates self-destructing overtone that could be attributed to the inclusion of bright red color strongly connecting to the shape of a sharp blade and to a proud-looking silhouette of an amazon woman. She could be in fact a true possessor of the knife and the gesture could be interpreted as her strong grip over the weapon in immediate urge to cut the exposed man’s throat.In the picture’s left side the image of a bull could portray a massive devil with masculine built.Another mode of male portrayal is through a clown, an inmate in Circus series (Circus-4 W x H (“) 36 x 36 Oil on Linen Circus Series Signed).Circus-4 seems to ask a question of the difference between representation and reality. On which side there are the heroes of this performance. Does the work portray the inner or the outer? There is a perpetual detour on the way to truth that has lost status of any finality.A cowboy shadow in Blue and Mauve (Blue and Mauve W x H (“) 30 x 40 Signed Oil on Canvas);A king in Royal Flesh (Royal Flesh W x H (“) 36 x 36 Signed Oil on Linen) and in Under the Moon (Under the Moon W x H (“) 35 x 35 Oil on Linen Singed);Tsar in Great Bastard (Great Bastard W x H (“) 48 x 48 Oil on Canvas Singed);Dwarfs in Pick-nick at a Sideway and in Crystal Man(Crystal Man Early Period W x H (“) 48 x 50 Oil on Linen Signed dated 1994)The whole artistic endeavor builds a new image of male as not a traditional hero with excessive pride that started in legends as male hero’s pride towards, or defiance of the gods.The male image was a prototype of the God himself and at the same time a vulnerable example of pride and its doom.In the works of Jaisini the male image doesn’t possess the role of physical superiority but also not a protagonist in relation to woman.Jaisini shows the indefinable transformation where female body could be masculine and otherwise.The non-masculine man is not anti-masculine, or feminized.The breed can’t be artificially chosen by humans, they couldn’t be feminine or masculine by their own choice, this happens due to natural evolution.In Show Must Go On a main male image is rushing forward in what seems to be a deliberately provocative indication of an intercourse in a bizarre set up. But the figure of the aggressor is also vulnerable in the depiction of attack by a sward fish. If the animal predator is a true portrayal of maleness then the central man who is meant to render a singer is not a masculine type even being athletically built and seemingly aggressive. The image is going through immediate transformation that is amazing in creating a new type of an androgen. The recent incarnation of the androgen in popular culture carry strong sexual charge.The singer couldn’t be separated from his sexual nature and Jaisini represents him as one who tries and attempts to be dominating power, but not as much in physical context as by principle of creativity, improvisation and composition.In popular music rock stars have all in their various ways flirted with the idea of androgen. Sometimes this was simply a matter of costume while making it the subjects of their own ironic commentary.In SMGO the image of male would be rough if in the compositional relations there was no threat from a true predator.The exposed position of injury invites compassion as an image of an androgyne seem less threatening to young and weaker same as effect achieved by rock musicians seeking appeal among diverse public.The expression of such sexual ambivalence establishes a fascinating game, is he or isn’t he? In a period of conflicting sexual identity Jaisini often shrewdly exploits the confusion surrounding male and female roles to create ambiguity of visual image.The singer is portrayed as an “unearthly" being.“These singers often took heroic masculine roles in the operas of Hendel and his contemporaries, and were rewarded with the adoration of both men and women. The range, power, and flexibility of their voices seemed both to quash the accusation of effeminacy and at the same time set them a little apart from the human sphere. Unearthliness seems to be the quality, which separates the genuine androgyne, at least in our imaginations, from the merely effeminate male. Because of this the androgyne is powerful, alluring and sometimes, though not always, as threatening as the exaggeratedly muscular hero whose antonym he forms.“Gleitzeit essays circa 1994 Author Yustas K Gottlieb AKA Ellen Yustas K Gottlieb