I just recently started following you so i don't have the full lore of your murderous gay religiously traumatized doggos, BUT, from my understanding, they are Italian and i don't know what part of Italy they are from, yet i can't help headcanoning Vasco as Tuscan, while Machete is probably from some part of Veneto. And as an Italian who has heard Tuscans and Veneto dialet, well it's an hilarious mental image.
Vasco is indeed Tuscan, Florentine to be specific. He comes from a wealthy and influential noble family that has lived in Florence for centuries. He's proud of his roots, and it's usually easy for strangers to tell where he's from. He's a resonably successful politician and has worked as an ambassador and representative of Florence on numerous occasions.
Machete is originally Sicilian (ironically about as far from Veneto as possible), although he was taken to mainland at young age and has lived in several places since then, before ending up in Rome. The way I see it, he exhibits very little local color, his demeanor and (even though Italian hadn't become a standardized language yet) way of speaking are formal, neutral and scarcely give away any hints about his personal history, at least in the 16th century canon.
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Monday, September 18.
History.
Ahh, history. There's been a lot of it. Enough to go around, you might say. There's been a fair few billions of years of this most elusive metaphysical substance, and a few things of note have happened within that time: dinosaurs roamed the Earth, then didn't. Cities emerged. The Greeks ate very well and sh*gged each other senseless, then didn't. The wheel was invented somewhere down the line, as was sliced bread. Dogs were domesticated (as were cats, sort of). Some smart folk put the alphabet together. The printing press was invented. The Industrial Revolution happened and sent us on a violent forward and backward trajectory simultaneously. Will Smith slapped Chris Rock at The Oscars (2022). It's been a busy old time, that's for sure, but the clock keeps-a-tickin', and the wheel keeps-a-turnin'. Come tick along with us as we celebrate all that is strictly past tense: #history.
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Season of...
Staying out too late and sleeping in past noon. Of falling asleep with the string lights and dim lamp still aglow. Of waking to last night's makeup, touching it up around my eyes, and saying good enough.
Of flirting and falling for the wrong guys, but maybe there's a good man somewhere in there. Of falling into bed again, falling into stories again. Wracking my brain to recall if I'd told this story to him already. Peeling layers back again, dazzling but holding back. Holding my heart gently again.
Of brewing rosebud tea and steeping. Of yearning for freedom and for steady comforts but still scared to choose and open myself to anyone. At least anyone who actually lives in my city. So I wind up cozied up alone. In bed watching the final season of Sex Education with a bowl of dumplings.
Of the rain coming down and dredging up all the litter, the humus, layers of decaying fallen leaves of all my past griefs.
Of staying so busy I don't let the thoughts, the aftershocks of grief and loss, catch up with me. Of going dancing late and working out early and getting myself off. Of hyper-self-sufficiency, as if I'm optimizing for a system of one.
Of feeding myself well—most of the time. Of having found ease with the darker, more critical voices except for when the holidays come around. Of too much food, of social gatherings and so much cider and mulled wine to come. Of still sometimes pinching at my belly and thighs, wondering if I'l ever fully shed the body shame.
Of learning, still, how my body fluctuates across weeks and seasons. Of learning, still, how my mood shifts and steadies, yet again. Even, or maybe especially, after a big sobbing session. In bed, after dumplings and with Sex Education on pause on my laptop.
Of still (somehow) getting punched in the gut of my heartspace during their breakup scene. So loving, so tender, so raw and heartwrenching. Of wanting so much more for each other and ourselves.
Of realizing it's been exactly two years since. How I didn't even register the date, until I checked. Of wondering how my body knows.
Of finally seeing, even now, with all this, how I am thriving. Of being so damn proud of myself and this little (and overflowing) beautiful life I've cultivated. Of the abundance of love, of magic, of adventure, of growth. Of sleep deprivation and bed rotting and wanting to go into hibernation. Of finding my rhythms again. And again.
Of being exactly where I need to be. And to being here fully, eagerly. Of still keeping my tender heart open as lovingly as I can. With myself and others.
Of sitting down, finally, to write again. To let it all flow, again.
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The book was given to children in Dallas-area schools on Monday without discussion or comment either with teachers or the families who received it. The move came on the week of the first anniversary of Uvalde, the mass shooting in a Texas elementary school in which 19 children and two teachers were killed.
A teacher from a Dallas elementary school of about 500 students told the Guardian she found the book “terribly disturbing”. She had been given a stack of copies, she said, to give to each child in her class.
“I found it extremely disturbing, and was very uncomfortable with the whole contents of the book,” the teacher said, requesting anonymity.
The teacher added that she was troubled by the distribution of a Winnie-the-Pooh book at a time when Republican politicians in Texas were loosening gun laws.
“The fact that people think it’s a better idea to put out this book to a child rather than actually take any actions to stop shootings from happening in our schools, that really bothers me. It makes me feel so angry, so disappointed.
“It’s a year since Uvalde, and nothing has been done other than this book. That is putting it on the kids.”
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Texas has some of the most lax gun laws in the US. In 2021, after mass shootings in El Paso and Odessa which killed 30 people, the Republican governor, Greg Abbott, enacted a law allowing Texans to carry concealed handguns in public without a license.
As part of the Republican-led charge towards censorship in schools, meanwhile, Texas has banned more books that address LGTBQ+ issues, race, gender and abortion than any other state. Texas has some of the most lax gun laws in the US. In 2021, after mass shootings in El Paso and Odessa which killed 30 people, the Republican governor, Greg Abbott, enacted a law allowing Texans to carry concealed handguns in public without a license.
As part of the Republican-led charge towards censorship in schools, meanwhile, Texas has banned more books that address LGTBQ+ issues, race, gender and abortion than any other state.
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