I Haven't Been Posting For A While Because Of School Reasons™ But I Have Done Something...

shlimazel in a nutsehell

taken from this horrible inside out fan-song

Anyone who voted for trump, anyone who voted in that monsters favor, I hope you realize what you did. Who you’ve fucked over, if your smart enough to realize or maybe you’re just too selfish and stupid to care. I wish you all the worst.

American ideals at their finest. I wish everyone else only the best, please know you’re not alone. It’ll be difficult but please don’t give up

Last night they were acting Moliere in Fourteenth Street; Dickens was being played through the auspices of Nigel Playfair. Further uptown, George M. Cohan was unveiling the latest George M. Cohan musical comedy. But Broadway, being eternally curious, turned out in greatest numbers at the Biltmore Theater in Forty-Seventh Street, where the result of Mae West's latest encounter with the drama was being performed. This was the exhibit—play is not precisely the word—with a vaudeville background, whose preliminary trip through the Bronx and Queens had been followed by rumors that here was something that might arouse the police to action.

So began the review by an unnamed theater critic for the Times on October 2, 1928. It appeared, not in the arts section, but following a front-page story about the police ... taking action.

The play was Pleasure Man, a reworking by Mae West of her earlier play The Drag. It dealt not with vaudeville, as the critic said, but burlesque, and finished with a lavish drag ball.

Cops were stationed at all theater exits and just as the play was ending, reserves surrounded the front. When the cast tried to leave, they were arrested—56 in all, including West, who also acted in the show.

Of course this attracted audience members (some in evening dress, the Times noted) from other theaters nearby. The presence of cabs and other cars waiting to pick up theater-goers and actors added to the chaos.

Flashlights exploded as news photographers tried to capture the actors being led into paddy wagons. The police had to make five trips to get everyone to the station house on 47th St., where they were charged with indecency.

By 2:30 in the morning, Actors Equity posted bail. West's was $500, which may have been more than the others because she was doubly guilty, having written the play as well as acted in it. The producer, director, and theater staff were not arrested.

For some reason, the cops let the next day's matinee start, but raided it halfway through and arrested everyone once more. They had their own theatrical flair.

The trial wasn't held until April of 1930, and resulted in a hung jury. By that time West was a star, having triumphed in another play of her own called Diamond Lil. The next year she went to Hollywood.

Top photo: J.D. Doyle via Digital Transgender Archive Second photo: NY Daily News

I was tagged by @leichenmaler for a voting game! Vielen Dank!

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The rules are to put your playlist on shuffle, then list the first five songs and let people vote on which they like the best

(I don’t have the voting function as I cannot update the app, so the notes will be the voting spot)

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one day the tf2 fandom will stop depicting pyro as an infantilized cute little uwu baby who can do no wrong and give me the character he deserves: a fucked up guy that kills for fun and sets living things on fire. the type of fucked up that would have recieved a lobotomy in the 60s. thats a genuine headcanon i have that pyro was given a lobotomy at some point. you can pry it from my cold dead hands.

Welles study

I love this stupid movie

gorillaz will make the most beautiful song you've ever heard then 2D will say it was inspired by that time he pissed his pants in kohls because someone was hogging the bathroom or some shit

My view out the window