The Yellow Woman’s Burden

Years ago I got into a bit of internet drama. It turned incredibly personal and involved a white straight middle-class woman who, among all the other offensive things she said,¹ told me what a pity it was that my “[cultural] set of values” didn’t show in my fiction. It wasn’t said with good intention; this was in the middle of angry wank and can’t be taken as anything but negative, even if we were to give a shit about the magic of intent. It’s not until years later, having become more accustomed to the discourse of privilege, that I can articulate what it is about that statement that bothered me so much.

Tribute: Dwayne McDuffie

“If you do a black character or a female character or an Asian character, then they aren’t just that character.

They represent that race or that sex, and they can’t be interesting because everything they do has to represent an entire block of people.

You know, Superman isn’t all white people and neither is Lex Luthor.”

-Dwayne McDuffie

Many of you may have heard but Dwayne McDuffie passed away yesterday. McDuffie was a major powerhouse in the comics and animation world. He was executive producer of All Star Superman which recently released, Ben 10 and was creator of Static Shock. He along with Bruce Timm were the driving force behind the critically acclaimed Justice League.

He was also the founder of Milestone Comics, a comic book line that featured black superheroes and other champions of color in its title.

McDuffie did for POCs what Gail Simone has done for women and what the recently passed Perry Moore did for LGBTQs in comics and the media.

In Remembrance of Perry Moore

I just learned that my good friend Perry Moore has passed away yesterday. Perry was the executive producer of the Chronicle of Narnia films and the author of the critically acclaimed YA novel Hero.

 

Questioning Young Justice

Like many comic book fans, I’ve been watching the new Young Justice series on Cartoon Network.

In fact I just finished watching the latest episode where Artemis enters. For the most part I’ve been enjoying the cartoon. And that’s saying a lot because for me the Bruce Timm DC Animated Universe (Batman, Superman, Static Shock, The Zeta Project, Batman Beyond, Justice League) was the pinnacle of excellence and an impossible act to follow.
But the new series is showing promise and I’ve enjoyed it for the most part. However it’s already fucking up on something fierce.

Questions, I have them.

Open discussion: Black folks and romance – getting it right

Since Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, and it’s currently Black History Month, how about we combine the two?

What’s your wishlist for Black people in romance? Not just novels – movies, comic books, video games, what have you.

Have you seen something that gets it right? Do tell, and explain what’s awesome about it so we can find something that doesn’t piss us off.

What’s on your Please Stop This Shit list?

What do you want to encounter when romance and Black people are in the same media?

10 Steps To Making An Excellent Gay Movie

I wrote this post about two years ago for the month of Pride. Much of this post provided a basis for the Queer Tropes post I penned last year which I also plan to post here in the not-too distant future.

Actually I could write endlessly on this but for the sake of time and space on the internet, we’ll limit this to 10 fundamental steps.

It’s become obvious that some gay “storytellers” need to be educated thoroughly and expeditiously. Because if I have to endure this bullshit again, it will not end well.

Take thorough notes, I’m gonna move fast, and this will not be pretty. Class in session,  and you’s about to get schooled, suckas!!!

Queervision: The Little Mermaid (Disney)

Nothing is sacred here at Ars Marginal. Not even your childhood. This Queervision post takes on the modern world’s great mythmaker. That’s right, we’re queering Walt Disney movies. Not Disney movies with flesh-and-blood actors. I’m talking about the super kid-friendly stuff, those animated features complete with animals that sing and dance and shit.

Like many people in my generation, I grew up on Disney movies. And, naturally, they have completely warped my expectations of life and relationships. Well, there was that whole thing where I identified more with princes than the princesses (mostly because what the princes and I had in common was wanting to get with the princess). And if you want to know the root of my thing for nerdy, skinny, pale-skinned brunettes with big brown eyes – look no further than that fucking Belle.

Films Of Fail

I’ve come to the realization that nothing is more effective in nearly converting me into a homophobe than gay media itself.

More than Fred Phelps and the religious right, by the time I’m finished watching a gay flick, I’m usually almost convinced that the conservative right is well…right….about the evils of ALL gayz including my masochistic self for subjecting myself through two hours of torture. By the time the film is over, I’m usually about to check myself into an ex-gay reparative therapy.

And I say this as a proud gay man.

Now if stereotypes hold true and you take into account the number of LGBTQs who supposedly work in Hollywood, then you would think that one could find some cinematic gems with LGBT films. Alas that’s rarely (if ever) the case. I hold out hope that I’ll find that mythical unicorn of a well-executed gay film. But for every Brokeback Mountain, Torchwood: Children of Earth, Save Me or Rites of Passage (movies of awesome), we’re subjected to the pure unadulterated bullshit like two of the films I’m going to discuss today:

Illness and entertainment

Tell me if this sounds familiar.

You’re watching a movie, TV show, or play. After you’ve spent a little while with the characters, getting to know them (and love – or hate – them), suddenly you’re smacked with a revelation: one of the characters is revealed to have a chronic illness of some kind, rendering them more noble and tragic than they otherwise would be.

If I took Hollywood’s word for it, living with a chronic illness not really a big deal. It might be inconvenient at times, especially when you haven’t had your meds, but otherwise it’s just a matter of managing your condition and going on with life. People who are open about the difficulties they face, they’re just whining. They need to shut up and go live life to the fullest. Because that’s what a chronic illness is – a motivator! Be bold and daring! Do all that stuff you said you always wanted to do but didn’t because your lack of illness made you take life for granted (because, obviously, you never knew anyone who dealt with the shit you’re living with now). If you admit that you feel fear and pain, you’re a loser who doesn’t have their priorities straight.

But there are perks, though! You don’t get your health, but people will find you sympathetic and endearing no matter how much you fucked up before. Being sick frees you from being a moral agent. Actually, it frees you from being any kind of agent at all. You just get to hang around and be a symbol of the strength of the human spirit or some shit. Granted, in real life you’d probably be a symbol of how fucked up our health care system is here in the USA (hahaha – good one!). But seriously, fuck your life. We’re making movies/TV here.

And if you die – oh, MAN! Do you have any idea how much pathos you’ll give the friends and family who survive you? What’s that, you say? What about your happiness and well-being? Fuck you! This ain’t about you or what you need or want. We’re talking about the attractive leading actors playing your friends or family. If you don’t die of a painful disease, how can we prove that they’re deep and sensitive and all that jazz?

You really don’t expect us to treat you like a complex human being with complex problems that can’t be solved with a soundtrack and a gimmick, do you? Heheheh! Hey, Bob, this one wants us to treat sick people like real people!

Silver Phoenix and Fauxminism

Cindy Pon’s Silver Phoenix is a fantasy novel about a stock heroine going through a stock quest while developing an unhealthy emotional codependency on the first stock love interest she comes across. She hates nearly every woman she meets and is motivated entirely by men. The author makes no pretensions of caring about the Bechdel Test. The book is praised for its strong feminist values.

This will be long, but bear with me. I have issues with internalized misogyny being interpreted as feminism. Warning: references to rape.