Hey Folks

I love this stupid movie

Dude dude dude loving your art sm; ur style’s so shapely and appealing. I think I have a fun request idea tho- pyro and scout duck watching. Nature watching but the nature is the duck. feeding the duck. Ty ty if you do this mwah

Hello! Thanks for the compliments! Your art is so good dude I love the shading and how dynamic they are my god :) also thanks for the request, ducks coming your way

(The second panel is what they see)

YOO SCUDWORTH

Finished Reprisal last night and I'm devastated at the ending. I knew it wasn't going to have a conclusive ending but I didn't expect that many questions to be left unanswered.

Where did the Phoenix's go? What will Meredith do when she finds them? Big Graham disappeared for a few episodes and then he came back to have a chat? Johnson knew about Ethan? For how long? Why didn't he say anything? It seemed like he's been a Phoenix for a long time, did he know how corrupt Burt was? Who is Alice? I'm guessing an ex by how they talked about her but we just don't know. Speaking of Johnson, what is he? How old is he? Is he an immortal being because the official Reprisla twitter is very ominous with their "he's been around a long time" line. I'm so confused. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

(Me going to Hulu to demand more Reprisal)

Didn't actually mean to make it a finished piece like that, but it's still nothing but a roughly coloured sketch-like drawing, I suppose.

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Claude Cahun (1894-1954) - Autoportrait (I’m in iraining don’t Kiss Me), 1927

Tirage argentique (10,5 x 7,6 cm)

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

ITS THEM

I couldn’t rest until I made this