How Goncharov Characters Respond To You Asking Their Pronouns:

the clock scene is overhyped as hell and film bros ignore the importance of the apple scene bc they're afraid of the homoerotic undertones and i WILL die on this hill!

i’m so glad we’re finally talking about Goncharov 1973 because Katya… Katya Goncharov… all i’m saying that dress up scene does shit to me 

The Collector Noceda will be real in 5 seconds

[“Growing up in an upwardly mobile English-educated family in Kolkata meant that I had access to the United States Information Services and British Council libraries, where I would spend countless hours devouring the Atlantic Quarterly or Signs, learning about the emerging LGBT and new wave feminist movements. The splashy images from the twentieth anniversary celebrations of Stonewall in 1989 inspired some of us to start the first gay and lesbian support group in Kolkata.

We would spend hours in cruising parks and women’s studies gatherings doing outreach for support group meetings. Soon we connected with support groups in local cities and recently formed LGBT South Asian groups in major cities of the US and UK. We organized the first International South Asian conference on “Histories of Alternate Sexualities” in New Delhi in 1993 and in the following year the first International South Asian conference of gay men and men-who-have-sex-with-men (MSM). Tensions existed along class and gender lines, and any conversations with Hijras (often referred to as third-sex-third-gender in South Asian countries) were barely happening. Our publications had to be trilingual to reflect the complex linguistic contexts of India, but at support group meetings, Bengali and Hindi-speaking men and women would often remain silenced.

At the core of these tensions was our own internalized classism and homophobia. The key organizers of these fledgling LGBT support groups were all upper-middle class English-educated men and women. We were well-trained, respectable Indian citizens. The feminine voices and flamboyant mannerisms of the non-English speaking Kothis were too disruptive for us. I would act polite and smile as I met Kothis in cruising parks and I would hand them flyers for the support group, yet secretly I hoped they would never show up at meetings. In the parks, they would walk in small groups, wear facial makeup, and speak in street Bengali. Their loud mannerisms and shabby clothing felt alien compared to my English-speaking, denim-sporting, globetrotting “gay” world.

Yet when I was harassed by cops at the parks, it was Kothis who came to my defense. One such incident happened on a dark winter evening. I was caught carrying condoms in my bag by the local police, who would haunt the cruising joints hoping to extract money from “cocksucking Kothis.” The two cops threatened to arrest me for distributing “profane materials.” I was nervous, and yet kept talking to them in English and broken Bengali, telling them that I worked for family planning programs. The cops laughed loudly at all my pleas. Three of the Kothis came running, yelling and clapping loudly, cursing the hell out of the cops. A small crowd gathered, and ultimately the cops left. As I began to mingle more with the Kothis, I began to face my own inner prejudices and fears. I learned that loud mannerisms, claps, and street-smartness were their way of surviving the harsh realities of working class femme men in Kolkata. I went on to build friendships with several Kothis. We would sit on a park bench and giggle over how we would love to be the “wives” of hot butch men.”]

— debanuj dasgupta, from trans/nationally femme: notes on neoliberal economic regimes, security states, and my life as a brown immigrant fag, from why are faggots so afraid of faggots? flaming challenges to masculinity, objectification, and the desire to conform, edited by mattilda bernstein sycamore.

I’m addicted to characters who believe themselves to be monsters or inhuman but are shown otherwise by a friend/lover/chosen family

seeing the "if you cannot get into paradise when you die you can always stay with me" line get reposted on those like aesthetic quote accounts drives me insane because not only is it a hauntingly poetic line out of context but WITHIN its original context it is DEVASTATING. its being said by a ghost to the guardian of a child because they are trapped in a situation where it is almost certain neither of them will make it out alive and this child's guardian is trying to convince him to sneak out and get help. he knows help will not arrive soon enough, he knows that he is going to die alone in there trying to protect this kid that his actions have endangered, and this ghost is telling him that no, he's not gonna die alone, because he still has him

but the ghost looks like this

tumblr tuesday: the greatest mafia movie

There's so much lore. An original soundtrack (masterlist here, thanks to @thisisnotjuli). It all began with a pair of boots. Then, a movie poster by @beelzeebub:

And here's how it's going:

@ms-musers:

@lspy:

@monsterhospital:

@waldwynde:

@fireleaptfromhousetohouse:

@mjulmjul:

@marella-moon:

@holl-horse:

@bricktoygrapher:

@greenscircus:

@theshitpostcalligrapher:

@sweetdollface:

@onion-souls:

@onemagpie:

@gregspectations:

@mimiadraws:

@flurgburgler:

@shrugsinchinese:

@runfreebirdrun:

@when-sanpape-arts:

@marblellous:

@ynngaa:

@vanwizard:

@inthefallofasparrow:

@1percentcharge:

And lastly, before she was Wonderwoman, @reallyndacarter was "Dancer #2." She has kindly revealed this hitherto unreleased photo from the world premier of the film:

Obsessed with Goncharov? Need more? If you want to join in, please be sure to use the tags #goncharov (for posterity) and #unreality (for those who need it). Take care out there!

We have Marisa Mell to thank for the most iconic scene in sapphic cinema history <3