TRIGGER WARNING: This post and the video linked below discuss suicide, self-harm, sexual harassment and exploitation of a minor, and slut-shaming. There is also a photo of self-harm at the end of the video.
“Words fall in ruins — but no sound” – Swimming Horses, Siouxsie and the Banshees
“I have nobody. I need someone. My name is Amanda Todd….”
In September, the following video was posted to Youtube. It is hard, but please watch it if you can possibly bear to.
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Within the past few weeks, I’ve developed an odd quirk. Every time I’m alone, and especially when I’m facing a mirror, I begin moving… carefully. One smooth motion at a time, perhaps ending with a stutter as if gears are locking into place. Mostly I look like an idiot, but every once in a while I think I nail it and–for a brief moment–I unsettle myself. I pass into the Uncanny Valley.
Ever since we first began trying to make lifeless things look human, we’ve been trying to do the opposite–to climb out the other side of that hole wherein [...]
When September falls dead at the feet of October, the land exhales – a cool breeze and a sigh of relief. The interminable summer is failing at last, giving way to the greatest time of the year: 31 days of build-up to Halloween night.
Halloween has always meant a lot to me. It was my favorite holiday as a child. My wife was born on it. I proposed close to it (in Salem, MA), and we were married on it. If by some strange chance there’s something akin to Heaven and I’m allowed in, it will consist of crunchy leaves, [...]
It’s easy to find the weak spots in a film, especially when so many films are all weak spot. Cinema Sans Irony is about spotting the silver beneath the tarnish – old films that might have a few MST3K-worthy moments, but are actually, non-ironically good if you give them the chance. So, temporarily under-clock your snark processing units as we dim the lights and fire up the projector.
For this edition of Cinema Sans Irony, we’re going to jump ahead to a more-recent film (if 20 years ago can be called recent) and look at [...]
With brilliantly macabre lyrics, luscious piano compositions and a voice that is pure, triple-distilled, weapons-level sex , Jill Tracy is the latest artist I’m embarrassed to admit I discovered only recently.