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thank you for saying that thing about the pendulum... i've been feeling so hopeless about the state of everything, and i still don't know if i can believe it will get better, especially in places other than the us of a, but 'try and outlive the bastards' is a good enough goal to stick around for just in case it does swing back haha. sorry if this is too depressing of an ask. thank you for making and sharing honest genuine sexy art despite everything
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you know, i've been thinking about the Tom of Finland biopic every day for the last few weeks.
For the unfamiliar, it's a film about one of the world's most well known kink/Leather/gay artists and his journey from a youth in Finland, surviving through WWII, struggling with the sheer amount of homophobia in Europe during and after it, finding refuge in his art and Muse especially when he came over here to the States that had somewhat more artistic freedom for the time, struggling through AIDS as it decimated his loved ones and equally struggling with the artistic censorship in the 80's against something he held so dearly.
There's a scene where East Germany border police detain and interrogate him over his kink pictures, if it wasn't clear about how deadly serious it was. and the thing is - drawing gay kink wasn't just.... lewd pictures to him.
it was his Muse.
he lived for it, breathed it with his sexuality. he faced very real repeated physical, social and existential threats for protecting that right to sit down and privately come alive for his Muse through paper and pen.
It's this last part that frames the context for (personally), one of the most powerful scenes I've seen in film.
in this scene, he and his fellow Leather creatives have gone through every last printer's shop in their state, from A-Z, searching for any printer that'll keep Tom's art circulating, given his work was the heartbeat of gay/Leather circles. They're desperate. (Sound familiar?)
Desperate enough to cold-call and step in Mr. Zagat's's printer shop, despite being quite transparently who they are:
Here --
you have a veteran, an elder Leatherdaddy, and somebody who's already been through hell for his art and Muse, quite literally bled and broken over it --
-- still say that it's worth it all.
We can and must do the same.