this is almost beat-for-beat a birthday retelling of that lady who had a social media meltdown bc people wouldn’t play her thousands of dollars to help host her dream wedding and apparently went to go backpacking in south america
straight men trying to make Serious war dramas and accidentally making incredibly tender homoerotic cinema is the funniest thing
In his essay, “Masculinity as Spectacle,” Steve Neale seeks to extend Laura Mulvey’s work on the male gaze and to challenge her assertion that the male or male-identified spectator can never look upon the male body as an erotic object. To challenge Mulvey’s assertion, Neale identifies the mechanisms mainstream Hollywood cinema uses to represent the male body as erotic. One way of doing this, Neale argues, is by making the male body the target of violence. In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy – as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh – as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege – as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover – as long as he is riddled with bullets. Violence makes the homoeroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.
Part of the Edwin Smith Papyrus. Dating from around 1600 BCE Egypt, It’s one of the oldest known medical texts completely based on rational and scientific approaches, detailing the treatment of 48 different types of traumas and surgical procedures. (Translation in comments) [1280x 981]
(Après avoir réussi à s’échapper du festin de Trimalchion, et après une lacune du texte, nous retrouvons Encolpe et Giton lors d’une nuit d’amour.)
Qualis nox fuit illa, di deaeque,
quam mollis torus ! Haesimus calentes
et transfudimus hinc et hinc labellis
errantes animas. Valete, curae
mortales. Ego sic perire coepi.
Sine causa gratulor mihi. Nam cum solutus mero remisissem ebrias manus, Ascyltos, omnis iniuriae inuentor, subduxit mihi nocte puerum et in lectum transtulit suum, uolutatusque liberius cum fratre* non suo, siue non sentiente iniuriam siue dissimulante, indormiuit alienis amplexibus oblitus iuris humani. Itaque ego ut experrectus pertrectaui gaudio despoliatum torum, si qua est amantibus fides, ego dubitaui, an utrumque traicerem gladio somnumque morti iungerem. Tutius dein secutus consilium Gitona quidem uerberibus excitaui, Ascylton autem truci intuens uultu : “Quoniam, inquam, fidem scelere uiolasti et communem amicitiam, res tuas ocius tolle et alium locum, quem polluas, quaere.” Non repugnauit ille, sed postquam optima fide partiti manubias sumus : “Age, inquit, nunc et puerum diuidamus.”
– Pétrone, Satiricon, 79.
Quelle nuit fut cette magnifique nuit, dieux et déesses,
combien le lit fut doux ! Nous étions enlacés, brûlants,
et nous échangeâmes sur nos lèvres, de-ci de-là,
nos souffles défaillants. Adieu, soucis
mortels. C’est ainsi que je me mis à mourir.
Je me félicite sans raison. En effet, alors que, amolli par le vin, j’avais ôté mes mains ivres de Giton, Ascylte, inventeur de toute injure, m’enleva l’enfant dans la nuit et le transporta dans son lit, et, s’étant vautré avec mon frère, qui n’était pas le sien, en toute liberté – soit que Giton ne ressentît pas le préjudice soit qu’il fît semblant – Ascylte s’endormit dans des étreintes qui ne lui appartenaient pas, ayant oublié le droit humain. Aussi, quand, sorti de mon engourdissement, je palpai le lit dépouillé de ma joie – si les amants ont une parole fiable – je me demandai si je transpercerais l’un des deux de mon épée, et si je ne lierais pas leur sommeil à leur mort. Ensuite, je suivis un avis plus prudent, mais du moins, je fis lever Giton à coups de fouet ; quant à Ascylte, je lui dis en le fixant du regard, avec un visage farouche : “Puisque tu as violé, par ton crime, notre confiance et notre amitié commune, enlève tes affaires, plus vite que ça, et cherche un autre lieu à souiller.” Il ne résista pas, mais, après que nous ayons partagé au mieux notre argent, il dit : “Allons, maintenant, partageons aussi l’enfant.”
*frater dans le Satiricon est quasiment synonyme d’amans (l’amant)
= be gay, and overdramatic. Sois prêt à brandir ton épée si on te pique ton chéri, et vire ton pote dans la foulée. (et encore je me suis arrêtée là, mais y’a tout un passage après où Giton décide de suivre Ascylte, ce qui plonge Encolpe dans une terrible dépression. Il traverse la ville l’épée à la main prêt à tuer tout le monde et surtout son voleur, avant de se faire remettre à sa place par un garde.
En gros : le poème du début : sublimation de la passion qu’éprouve Encolpe, mais ça tombe à plat avec ses réactions excessives et la perte de Giton.
“Et plus vite que ça !” Hjdhdhqhdhs this is gay culture
these Victorian male doctors / authors keep on coming up with more and more obscure, ridiculous, weirdly specific, and poorly-reasoned ways for exactly how women are biologically inferior to men and it’s like. come on now Sir Benjamin Walter Puddingham III. you’re just making shit up now.
[“The trials I have yet made on the sensitivity of different persons confirms the reasonable expectation that it would on the whole be higher among the intellectually ablest.
[…] I found as a rule that men have more delicate powers of discrimination than women, and the business experience of life seems to confirm this view. The tuners of pianofortes are men, and so I understand are the tasters of tea and wine, the sorters of, wool, and the like. These latter occupations are well salaried, because it is of the first moment to the merchant that he should be rightly advised on the real value of what he is about to purchase or to sell. If the sensitivity of women were superior to that of men, the self-interest of merchants would lead to their being always employed ; but as the reverse is the case, the opposite supposition is likely to be the true one
Ladies rarely distinguish the merits of wine at the dinner-table, and though custom allows them to preside at the breakfast-table, men think them on the whole to be far from successful makers of tea and coffee.”]
“women are closer to medical idiocy than men because they uhhhh *throws dart* aren’t as good at making *spins wheel* coffee”
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