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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2019-05-16 02:13 pm

Traded my rose-colored shades for a wide lens

Oh, good, we're having pregnancy nightmares. Can't imagine where that fits in. Have a selection of links.

1. I suspect these photos of Australian female criminals of the 1920's have been colorized, but A. Cooke still looks great.

2. Bernard Hoffman, "A young female welder adjusts her goggles, Groton, Connecticut, 1943." I haven't been able to find her name, but she was working at the Electric Boat Co.; they built PT boats and submarines. Also, damn.

3. Merril Mushroom's "How to Engage in Courting Rituals 1950s Butch Style in the Bar: An Essay" (1982) is a masterpiece.

4. Courtesy of this article on camp, I am stunned that I cannot remember ever before reading about Marchesa Luisa Casati, because Tanith Lee so obviously knew who she was.

5. A useful refresher on lesbian/bi history from [personal profile] staranise.

I am indeed watching HBO and Sky's Chernobyl (2019), which turns out to contain Stellan SkarsgÄrd and Emily Watson as well as Jared Harris. I hope to write about it, since two episodes in it's certainly complex enough, but I hoped to write about several movies I watched earlier this month, too, and that hasn't happened yet. My sleep cycle has gone weird again. I need to be not working and that is literally unaffordable.
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[personal profile] davidgillon 2019-05-16 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The instant I looked at the picture of the welder I got a shiver down my spine, because I've just been re-reading Seanan McGuire's Toby Daye series and the description of the Luidaeg, the Sea Witch (and Toby's aunt) fits her to a T.
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[personal profile] davidgillon 2019-05-17 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Here's the description from An Artificial Night:
The Luidaeg doesn't use glamours to make herself look human, she's a natural shapeshifter and as human as she wants to be. Freckles and a peeling tan warred for dominance over her features, and a piece of electrical tape barely held her oily black curls in a rough ponytail*. She was wearing stained overalls and heavy dock boots, leaving her arms and upper chest bare. She could have been in her late teens or early twenties. There was nothing fae about her and that was scary as hell.

* Sometimes her hair is black, sometimes it's brown, and as often as not it's braided into pig tails tied off with electrical tape.

Working as a welder, when she's one of Faery's scariest monsters, seems a very Luidaeg thing to do. She's a creature of the littoral, forbidden the sea, yet haunting the docks and the beaches.