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Lilith Notes Part 6 ⚸

“The animal kingdom is brutal,but no animal is as brutal as the homosapien.”

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

Trines to Lilith in general are good at using their Lilith energy in a good way while squares usually struggle the most.

Lilith 3rd house might lie for fun. Or be a habitual liar. Can have a hard time controlling their mind. Can also say extremely mean comments that cut deep. I know some people with this and when they want to diss someone they go straight for the childhood trauma and the deepest insecurities of the person they argue with. They hit below the belt.

Lilith 3rd house means you might have been outcasted during early school years.

Lilith 3rd house might feel extremely jealousy towards a sibling or have a sibling jealous of them. Might even hate a sibling. Can also indicate loss of a sibling.

If you have Lilith conjunct a personal planet you might experience dating a guy only for him to leave you for someone more ”appropriate” and ”eve” like. Remember that we usually live out the myth of the asteroid we got prominent.

Lilith 2nd house can create a shopping or food addiction that takes over someones life.

I know a lot of people with Sun conjunct Lilith who have an absent or even dangerous father. And if Lilith is in the 2nd or 8th house the father might make up for it with money.

Lilith in Capricorn people have thick hair and the bones on their body can be sharp and stand out a lot no matter their weight. The men with this placement might like their beard in a little goatie or shave it all off.

People with Lilith in Cancer/4th house might want a boobjob. Sometimes we hyperfocus on the bodypart where we have Lilith.

Lilith conjunct Asc/Sun/MC can make someone extremely driven and ambitious. Not only because of pure ambition but also because from an early age these people learned how it feels like to be outcasted and powerless. So they need to be on top and have power to never be looked down on again. They also dont want to ever be vulnerable and need to ask someone for help.

Lilith 1st house can make someone very popular/respected or the complete opposite. But either way, the person is noticed and attracts intense reactions from others.

Lilith Square/Conjunct Moon might project their own childhood issues and issues with their mother onto other women or onto their own children. The kind of people to swear they will never treat their own children like their mom treated them but still end up being worse than their own mom.

Lilith 2nd house in the natal chart makes the person feel desire extremely strong. They can feel like they NEED candy NOW or they NEED that gucci bag NOW. These strong desires are especially strong when it comes to pleasure, food and material stuff. This is the dangerous part of this placement. The desires can be so strong that they would do anything to get it. Thats why this placement is so common among criminals, these people aint gonna wait for no paycheck.

Lilith trine Midheaven are good at using their sex appeal to their benefit instead of being shamed for it.

Lilith conjunct & Square Sun have very strong personalities. They constantly butt heads with people and people are constantly offended by them.

Lilith in the 5th house are extremely artistic and talented but can have a taste in art thats considered disturbing by a lot of people.

If you are the kind of person who suffer from feeling ”guilt” after being intimate like a lot of Virgo Liliths do you will notice that when you sleep with someone you have Lilith synastry with it doesnt feel as wrong.

Lilith dominants are the ones least likely to be kind to you because you are popular unless they have a strong saturn.

People with Lilith in the 10th house might at some point have been outcasted at work. Or might have to change jobs a lot.

Look at the Lilith placement of a country to see some issues going on in that country. For example Russia got Lilith at 7° in the 7th house and they got A LOT to work on when it comes to their view of same sex relationships.

South Korea got Mean Lilith in Pisces at 2° in the 11th house and they struggle with extremely unrealistic beauty standards that does not belong in 2023.

Mexico got Lilith in Leo at 9° in the 12th house and they struggle with drug cartels. Also struggling with a lot of children(Leo/5th house) benig kidnapped and even made to carry drugs.

A lot of people with Lilith at 10° are hard workers for example Kamala Harris.

People with Lilith in the 6th house will never be forgotten because of their work. Can be very important names in their industry. For example Lionel Messi, Aaliyah, Snoop Dogg, Stephen King, Rita Hayworth & Betty White. All of them unforgetable.

Britney Spears is a perfect example of Lilith conjunct Sun, constant issues with men & her father. Men trying to control her.

People with Lilith conjunct Moon can be easily recognized by their eyes. Sometimes the eyes can look very sneaky or very puffy with a lot of skin both under and over the eye covering the eye. Some of them can have HUGE eyes or eyes that are very small. The face can be very round and the features smaller than others from the same cultural background. Also the breasts can be super small or super big.

Lilith in the 1st house might either like to show a lot of skin or the complete opposite never shows skin. Might be judged for their clothing a lot.

People with Lilith in the 10th house or strongly aspecting MC will always have something about them or do something thats considered unacceptable by society or makes them stand out.

People with Lilith conjunct Saturn might prefer to buy clothes, bags, jewelry etc from well known brands. They know the power of status symbols.

Lilith conjunct Saturn knows how to pull off the perfect mix of sexy and professional.

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unforgettable - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f)

Word Count: 3.1K

Author's Note: This is fully the most self-indulgent and personal fic I have ever and will ever write, so if no one likes it I'm still not gonna be sorry. This is wildly contrived and barely passable as realistic. It is quite literally Y/N's Story (C's Version). You'll know what I mean when you read it. Thanks to @smileysvech for listening to me be unhinged about this for like two months straight - you a real one. And in case you are wondering, this is the fic in question.

Warnings: Suggestive/adult content (18+ recommended), discussions about sex/sexual implications, alcohol use/consumption, full insanity. Like a medium burn/banter that's basically foreplay but no actual sexy times.

series masterlist | nhl masterlist | part 2

November 2021

Meeting a personal idol is always a special experience, full of excitement, nerves, anticipation; hopefully making a connection to tell them how much you admire them or what they mean to you. Even if it’s the intention, it feels a little embarrassing to be at a fan event put on by the team, like you’re too old to be at a function for the sole purpose of meeting professional hockey players, and the concept of being perceived is, frankly, almost overwhelming.

But then they turn out to be kind, funny, and courteous; not at all what you expected. They smile at you, ask you your name, thank you for coming, engage with you like you’re a regular human being. Like they’re a regular human being. (They are, of course, but it’s difficult to comprehend that when you’re used to them being little men on your television screen with ice knives strapped to their feet.)

When you get to your favorite TV Ice Man, he’s beautiful, and it takes you a moment to get rid of the shakiness in your voice when you hear him say your name for the first time. The warmth of his hand on your back when you pose for a photo together lingers long after he pulls away, smiling at you as he says, “Tag me in that on Instagram.”

It’s exhilarating, enough to have you bouncing from cloud to cloud as you leave, heart soaring. Still, after walking out on shaky legs with the most precious memories and photos tucked safely into your phone, you’re in need of a drink to settle the nerves that have been floating in your belly since the night began. 

As soon as it touches your tongue, the drink helps to calm you down, and you’re in a dreamland as you reflect on the evening behind you. A real conversation with JT Compher, the man you’ve had a crush on for years—and he talked to you! He is aware you exist! And though you’re sure it’s a figment of your imagination, you’ll remember the warmth in his eyes when they connected with yours for the rest of your life.

Luck is on your side, it seems, when you catch a group of tall, muscular men walking in out of the corner of your eye; the aura of the room instantly changes in their presence, like the room automatically got ten degrees hotter. In the middle of the pack is the unmistakable red hair, styled meticulously, only now he’s lost his tie in favor of unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. He looks good, dressed down in a way that makes him look even more delicious than before.

His aura is different now that the event is over, like he’s able to remove the mask he put on for the public at a work event; now, he’s just a normal guy out on a Friday night with his friends. Other than the Gucci belt and Tom Ford suit, one would have no idea that he’s got an extra digit at the end of his paycheck, and he loves that.

Until he sees you. You, who knows exactly who he is, who is fully aware he’s unwinding from a long and tiring fan event with his friends. He’d have to be an idiot to forget your face, the one that made him pause when you told him your name, his breath hitching in his throat just for a moment.

When he sidles up next to you at the bar, the last thing you expect is for him to greet you, let alone remember your name. You look at him in surprise when he offers to buy your drink, gaping for a little too long until you’re nodding shyly. 

“Have fun at the event?” he asks after sliding his card across the bar to open a tab, leaning up against the ornate marble as he faces you. 

“It was incredible,” you reply with a blissful smile. “They—you guys—are always so nice.”

The corners of his lips curl upward, just slightly, pleased at your positive review. “I’m glad to hear that. The fans are so important to us, so I—we—like to be able to give back when we can.”

“It doesn’t get exhausting? Talking to all those people?”

Something shifts in his eyes, and briefly you wonder if he’s toying with the line of talking to a fan versus just a stranger, contemplating if he should drop a layer of his public persona. Eyeing the extra sliver of creamy skin peeking out from his unbuttoned collar, you’d say he’s already halfway there.

“It can be a lot,” he admits. “But it really is fun. And very humbling.”

Your drink is placed on the bar in front of you, and the bartender nods at JT when he asks to keep the tab open. Your heart does a flip, but you remind yourself he’s here with friends.

“How long have you been a fan?”

“I’ve been watching hockey since I was a kid,” you say, and he nods in understanding. You tell him of the photos of you as a toddler, standing in your neon windbreaker next to the Stanley Cup; you note the way his eyes glitter when you mention it, like he’s wistfully envisioning the day he’ll lift the trophy himself. You note the way you like it.

“Let me guess. Your favorite player was Joe Sakic.”

“Actually, you might hate this, but my favorite player was Steve Yzerman.”

JT’s eyebrows raise as he shrugs. “Hard to argue with that, even if he did beat the Avs. Are you a Wings fan?”

“I went to U of M, so I went to a lot of games when I lived in Ann Arbor. So I think I am by default.”

You can see his eyes shift at the mention of his alma mater, like something’s permanently altered in the dynamic between you. He doesn’t need to tell you that he went there, too, but he does anyway. “Go Blue.”

With a smirk, you raise your glass and clink the base against his as you say it back. Your eyes flick to the group he arrived with, upstairs in the VIP area, surrounded by pretty girls in tight skirts.

“Do you need to get back to them?”

JT takes a sip of his own drink, an Old Fashioned, then licks his lips again like he knows it’ll catch your attention. Then he shrugs, nonchalant. “Would rather stay here with you. Have to make sure the drink I paid for doesn’t go to waste.”

He’s too smooth, you think, warning yourself to keep an eye on him or you’d be swooning at his feet. Not that you aren’t already ready to, your own willpower barely holding up under his gaze and your Amaretto Sour weaving its way into your senses. 

“What’s a Wings fan doing in Denver?”

It’s a simple question, the logical one, but you’re still surprised that he asks, that he wants to know more about the one of many fans he met tonight. Still, you answer, explain that you’re visiting friends who are big Avs fans. You don’t have it in you to tell him that you’ve had a crush on him for years, that you timed your visit to coincide with the event. That you’re having an internal meltdown just existing in his presence and trying desperately hard to remain cool and composed. 

And you can’t tell if he’s flirting with you, or if he’s just being nice, which makes you panic even more, gulping down the remainder of your drink in an attempt to calm your nerves. Do his eyes keep shifting down to your cleavage, or is that your imagination? Is he letting his cheek brush against yours when he speaks into your ear, or is it just an accident? 

Another round of drinks later, and he’s still here, and now you’re sure he’s at least some kind of interested. His friends are upstairs, loud, rambunctious, and he hasn’t even given them so much as a glance, instead focused on you and making you shiver under his attention.

The conversation has been steady, making its way through hockey, past childhood, and college, and jobs, and now you’re onto hobbies. And you may have accidentally let it slip that you like to write. 

It’s against your own will that your mouth announces, out loud, to a professional athlete, that you write hockey fanfiction. Or, wrote. Have written. Either way, it’s the alcohol’s fault, and you’re tempted to dump the remaining contents of your glass on the ground to avoid saying anything else.

His eyebrows raise in amusement, a grin breaking out onto his face. “Oh, now you have to tell me more.”

You’re shaking your head no, face sweltering hot when you realize what you’ve just admitted. “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe I just said that. I think this conversation is done.”

“Aww, come on, tell me,” he prods, nudging your knee with his. “Was it about someone I know?”

You draw your lips tight, shaking your head to tell him your lips are sealed. 

“It was!” he exclaims, his eyes lighting up. “I bet it was about Gabe. Wasn’t it? All the girls love Gabe. He’s a dreamboat.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you shake your head at him again. This cannot be fucking happening right now.

“No Gabe? Hm…” he looks around, as if he’s searching for the subject in front of him. “Oh! Josty. He’s got a whole following of fangirls.”

Part of you wants to laugh, and the other part of you wants to die immediately on the spot, buried beneath the ground without another word. He isn’t wrong, but he is dangerously close to discovering the truth.

He sees your reaction, inferring that no, it wasn’t Josty, and he takes another sip of his drink as he racks his brain. You can practically see the gears turning in his head, mulling over the options like he’s mentally running through an encyclopedia of NHL players. Then, his eyes shift, a glitter returning to them before they’re landing back on you, and suddenly you feel hot all over, sensing the end of your life hurtling rapidly towards you.

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

Face scorching hot, you can’t help the defeated smile on your face as you cast your eyes away, mortified beyond belief. Why did you have to say anything? Things were going so well, and now you’re preparing for him to make a quick exit and dash upstairs to laugh at you with his teammates, a story that would surely make the rounds through the league. You’re contemplating which path to the door is quickest, which will get you out of there fast enough to avoid dying of embarrassment on the spot.

But instead of making a run for it, he just laughs, a surprised expression on his face. “Oh, my God.”

“I’m just gonna go now—”

“No, no,” he’s quick to say, waving his hand to show he isn’t bothered, and maybe an air of, please, stay. “I’m flattered, honestly. I didn’t think anyone liked me like that.”

Oh, they do, you think, but your semblance of self-control has taken over again, covering your mouth before the thought can verbalize; at least you can shut the fuck up sometimes. Instead, you shrug playfully, then take another sip, thinking that at the very least, you can drown out your humiliation with more alcohol.

“You gonna tell me what it was about, or you playing hard to get?”

His question is subtle but clearly twofold in meaning, and you nearly choke on your drink again. Is this real? This has to be a dream. 

Forcing yourself to get your wits together, you say, “I’m gonna need another drink if you want to even remotely convince me to share that.”

“I can do that,” he grins. “Say no more.”

It’s only after he returns with another drink in hand that you notice the flush in his cheeks, the way the warm mahogany of his eyes have turned a little more molten. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe—unlikely—it’s you. Probably the former. Surely the former.

He keeps the conversation light, allowing you to ask about life as an NHL star, about his favorite part about Denver, about who his funniest teammate is. He’s surprised, though, when you ask what he misses the most about life before the NHL; what he wishes he could have amidst the fanfare of being a professional athlete.

Mulling over your question, he takes another sip of his cocktail, and you seize the opportunity to admire his face, up close. The neat landscaping of his beard, the perfectly styled coiff of his hair, the deep mauvey-pink shade of his lips. God, he’s handsome.

His laugh pulls you out of your daydream, and he raises his glass toward you. “Thank you.”

You’re confused for a moment, until you realize that your thought wasn’t an internal commentary at all, but something that slipped out of your mouth by accident. You have quite literally turned into a stuttering, bumbling fool in his presence. He doesn’t seem bothered, though, swiftly moving past the moment to answer: “Honestly, I think what I miss most are conversations like this. Where I don’t have to be ‘on,’ where I can just be a normal guy with a pretty girl at a bar.”

“A girl telling you she wrote smutty fanfiction about you is ‘normal’?”

JT’s face shifts, and all at once you realize the additional descriptor you used, immediately groaning at the accidental admission. Why do you keep doing this? Why does it have to be him?

“Smutty? Like, it’s spicy?”

“No,” you lie, but the speed of your reply is a dead giveaway, and suddenly he’s grinning.

“You wrote—” he drops his voice to a whisper, “—sexy times about me?”

Your non-answer is an answer in itself, and the smile on his face is so wide, he might as well have won the Stanley Cup. Your face burns, could probably fry an egg on your cheeks, ready to slink into a hole and never come out.

“Oh, come on, now you have to tell me!” he says. “I won’t judge. I swear.”

“I’m sorry, that information is classified. It’s firmly secured under lock, key, and shark-infested waters with lasers attached to their heads.”

“Okay, fine, I can play this game,” he grins, pretending to crack his knuckles. “Was there… a blowjob?”

“Jesus, JT. Coming in hot, are you?” Then, “No.”

“That hurts, but I understand,” he places his hand over his heart. “What about… cunnlingus?”

“I am shocked that you know what that word means.”

“I have an elite education. You should know.”

“The leaders and best,” you say with a raised glass.

“Stop deflecting. Did I eat you out or not?”

The intimacy and bluntness of the phrasing makes your heart flutter, along with the area in question. The devil on your shoulder is whispering, fuck around and find out. So, with an internal shrug, you do. “You may have.”

JT beams. “Excellent.”

He rapid fires off more categories—spanking, handcuffs, edging, foot fetish?—all of which make your cheeks burn the more he inquires, as casual as asking you about what you do for a living.

“Threesome?”

“No.”

He hums. “Good. I didn’t want to share.”

The admission catches you off-guard, and judging by the way he eyes you for your reaction, he said it intentionally to rile you up. You hope he can’t see the rapid way your heart beats in your throat, the idea that this professional athlete would ever be possessive over a fan with a crush.

His last question pulls you from your thoughts and also makes you nearly snort your drink out of your nose. “Anal?”

“Jim Tim, I’m really gonna need you to cool it with topics I’m wildly unprepared to discuss.”

“That sounds like you’ll be ready at some point, though.”

“Maybe if you call me in about 100 years, I will be.”

He hums, then swirls the ice left in his glass. “What about the time it takes me to cash out and Uber back to mine?”

Your brain completely shuts down at the invitation, the proposition striking you in the face. He couldn’t have seriously been flirting with you this entire time, could he? Surely, he was just being silly with a girl—a fan—who he’ll never see again?

But he’s looking at you, and it feels like the time has long since passed if he was going to announce that it’s all been a joke. He’s waiting for your reply, for a confirmation that all of his hard work and perfect banter has not gone to waste.

So you nod, letting out a loud sigh as soon as his red hair disappears back into the crowd to pay his tab. Your hands are shaking, your heart threatening to leap out of your throat, and you glance around like everyone is going to start laughing at you for believing that JT Compher would want to take you home.

-

JT’s skin tingles as he signs his check, nodding a ‘thank you’ at the bartender before pocketing his wallet. This wasn’t what he expected when he prepped himself for the event tonight; he anticipated photos, nervous fans, hand aching from signing so many hats and jerseys—and afterward, decompressing at the bar with the guys, having a few drinks, guffawing along as Bo surely makes a fool of himself. Instead, he feels like he’s been smacked in the face, in awe of the girl he met and promptly learned he can’t get enough of. It’s only been a few hours, but he’s hooked on her smile, on her quick wit, on the way she makes his cock twitch in his pants when she laughs. 

He yearns to be with her, now, to try his chances at feeling her pretty lips on his, to get a better glimpse at the jeans she painted on over the tempting curve of her hips. Though he’s confident—she wrote fanfiction about him for Christ’s sake—it’s far from a slam-dunk, but he’s eager to embrace the challenge ahead, and equally content to just spend more time basking in her presence. 

But when he returns to the spot he left her at, she’s nowhere to be found. He scans the crowd, searching for the eyes that have captivated him so deeply. A tinge of nerves blaze through him, the thought of being ghosted flitting through his brain, but then he remembers the way she looked at him, the way her breath hitched when he leaned in close to her. 

So, he searches for her, sure she’s just stepped away for a moment. He checks the bar, the restroom, the front door, the back door—nothing. And then he finally accepts the truth: She’s gone, disappeared without a word, far too good to be true.

JT Ubers home alone, left to quell the burning in his gut in the somber solidarity of his bedroom, wistfully wondering if your paths will cross again someday.

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Out West, the Gay Cowboy Roams Free

The frontier has long been a symbol of American masculinity. Now a rising generation of artists are creating a new queer mythology.

The gay cowboy ensemble — Manu Rios (from left), José Condessa, Jason Fernández and George Steane — from Pedro Almodóvar’s “Strange Way of Life” (2023), photographed in Madrid on July 12, 2023. From left: Y/Project shirt, about $715, yproject.fr; and Cartier ring, $3,700, cartier.com. Loewe shirt, showpiece only, and jeans, $990, loewe.com. Gucci T-shirt, $590, gucci.com; Levi’s jeans, $98, levis.com; and stylist’s own belt. Gucci shirt, $2,100, and jeans, $1,300.Credit...Photograph by Carlota Guerrero. Styled by Alicia Padrón

By Evan Moffitt

Published Sept. 5, 2023 Updated Sept. 27, 2023

TWO MEN, A grizzled sheriff and a gunslinging vigilante, confront each other in a dusty saloon town. It’s a scene familiar from countless western films, but in Pedro Almodóvar’s new short, “Strange Way of Life,” in theaters next month, only a few minutes elapse before the two characters end up in bed together. When Silva (Pedro Pascal) visits his former lover Jake (Ethan Hawke), he rekindles their romance before revealing less amorous intentions. Intrigue ensues, and the shock of two gay cowboys gives way to what we might expect from a classic western: shootouts, horseback chases, fugitive justice. Almodóvar’s second film in English forgoes the melodrama for which he is best known, adhering instead to genre traditions, so “the interrupted and then resumed love story between these two men will be taken more seriously,” the 73-year-old Spanish director says.

In America, as Almodóvar knows, cowboys are serious business. They might be our national paragon of masculinity: Generations of American boys were taught that real men should have the swagger of the Marlboro Man and the gruff voice of John Wayne. But like so many aspects of gender, those were just performances. This is partly why over the decades many queer artists have made winking references to cowboy culture. By homing in on make-believe and dress up, they’ve deflated some of its homophobia-tinged machismo — and even sometimes turned it into an object of horny fun. Campy versions of the Lone Ranger’s costume appear in explicit photographs by Bob Mizer from the 1950s that were distributed in physique pictorials, a forerunner of gay porn magazines. In 1965, Andy Warhol directed some friends in a western-themed striptease for his film “Horse”; three years later, he released “Lonesome Cowboys,” a drunken romp among five gay gauchos, a madam and a cross-dressing sheriff. Then there was the gay disco troupe the Village People’s dime-store cowboy, Randy Jones, who was meant to be read as a tongue-in-cheek archetype (one since referenced by musicians like Lil Nas X and Orville Peck).

Oscar yi Hou’s “Coolieisms, a.k.a.: The Fugitive (John Chinaman)” (2023). Photo: Evan Sheldon. Courtesy of the artist, 12.26, Dallas, Los Angeles, and James Fuentes, New York, Los Angeles

While such appropriations subvert the straightness of cowboy culture, they also highlight its latent homoeroticism. From cattle drives to prisons to navy ships, men will often have sex with each other when there aren’t any women around. Western films in particular are spectacles of rowdy male bonding on the open range, where a lot can happen after a drink or three. There’s palpable sexual tension in the 1969 buddy drama “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” and the 1959 classic “Warlock,” from which Almodóvar took inspiration. In the 1970s, men in urban gay enclaves began wearing Stetsons and bandannas color-coded to indicate their sexual proclivities. These gestures weren’t entirely ironic; they also reclaimed a masculinity that gay men were told they lacked.

As lone riders in a land characterized as empty and lawless, cowboys were also a perfect symbol for queers seeking to liberate and reinvent themselves. Such is the fragile hope of “Brokeback Mountain,” the 2005 blockbuster (which Almodóvar turned down an offer to direct) that was adapted into a West End play earlier this year. Its portrayal of a doomed love affair between two male shepherds was groundbreaking in many ways, but its presentation of the West as somewhere white, masculine men might be safe to explore their desires for each other without ever having to run into anyone else — including a person of color — mostly followed conventional tropes.

Kenneth Tam’s “Rabbit” (2022). Courtesy of the artist and Commonwealth and Council, Los Angeles, Mexico City © Kenneth Tam. Photo documentation: Ian Byers-Gamber

NEARLY 20 YEARS later, several younger artists and filmmakers are developing a more nuanced vision of queerness in the American West, with particular emphasis on the country’s changing race and gender dynamics. This builds on past efforts by writers, artists and filmmakers like Kahlil Joseph and Chandra McCormick to celebrate the many nonwhite cowboys who have always been an essential part of American life.

“National Anthem,” a feature film written and directed by the Los Angeles photographer Luke Gilford that premiered at South by Southwest in March, chronicles queer rodeos and ranches in the Southwest. Many of the movie’s diverse characters and the actors who play them identify as trans. Notably, while the plot hinges on relatable, everyday dramas (jealousy in open relationships, the pain of a first heartbreak), homophobia and transphobia are mostly absent — a reminder that queer life needn’t be defined by a culture that oppresses it.

The frontier has always been a place where people have come to live on their own terms. At the turn of the 20th century, the trans huckster Harry Allen was a notorious outlaw in the Pacific Northwest. Hundreds of newspaper reports from the era reveal that trans cowboys weren’t uncommon in the West, even if they’re absent from official accounts. When the 32-year-old artist Gray Wielebinski was growing up in Dallas, he saw 10-gallon hats and boots as the marks of a fantastical machismo that belonged as much to him as to cisgender men. In 2022, the trans-masc artist erected a mechanical bull at Bold Tendencies, an arts organization that stages shows on the roof of a disused South London parking structure, where visitors were invited to take a ride that, like sex, was brief but ecstatic. The bull bucked in a ring of fencing set with stained-glass panels that recalled gay bars and public cruising sites, which Wielebinski notes are at risk of disappearing because of gentrification. In his work, the cowboy is a tragic figure professionally endangered by commercial ranching, making him an analogue to the queer establishments that have closed in recent years.

Rafa Esparza’s “Al Tempo” (2021). Courtesy of the artist and Commonwealth and Council, Los Angeles, Mexico City

“Cowboys only live in a sense as myth,” says Nora Burnett Abrams, a director at the Denver Museum of Contemporary Art, which will open the expansive exhibition “Cowboy” this month. “But you also have this lived experience of contemporary cowboy life and a culture far more diverse not just in terms of identity but also labor and function.” A new installation and video by the artists Rafa Esparza, 41, and Fabian Guerrero, 35, will document the queer cowboy bars popular among Mexican and Central American immigrants throughout the Southwestern United States. Esparza’s 2021 diptych “Al Tempo,” painted on adobe, distills one such scene: gay Latino couples in sombreros dancing under the soft lights of Club Tempo, an East Hollywood institution. Esparza, who grew up in nearby East Pasadena, visited the venue for the first time in the late 1990s. “I remember thinking, ‘My dad or my uncles could very well be here, and I wouldn’t be able to set them apart from everyone else,’” he recalls. “It felt like a beautiful, queer version of what my family members have striven to preserve of their life back in Mexico.”

The dreamy scenes in the Austin, Texas-based 34-year-old artist RF. Alvarez’s paintings, which were on view at Alanna Miller Gallery in Manhattan through June, on the other hand, are mostly imagined. White and Latino men dine outdoors and lie naked in bed together. Cowboy hats abound: in a self-portrait of the artist wearing nothing but white briefs and in a still life hanging above a wardrobe beside a silhouetted portrait of a gay male couple. The paintings are a kind of reclamation — of history, but also of space. “There is no place for me in the West,” Alvarez says. “But multitudes can exist.”

RF. Alvarez’s “Luncheon on the Pasture” (2022). Courtesy of the artist and Taymour Grahne Projects

OTHER ARTISTS ARE mining time instead of place, looking at the past for clues to the inner queer lives of those who have been removed from most historical accounts of the West. In the artist Kenneth Tam’s 2021 film, “Silent Spikes,” also included in the Denver show, Asian American men in cowboy garb pose and dance in front of a purple backdrop, intercut with footage of railroad tunnels dug by Chinese immigrant workers in the 1860s. The piece imagines what kinds of relationships might have formed among these laborers, who were treated brutally and paid poorly. “I wanted to think about how their bodies must have felt against one another’s in that space, working together in close proximity,” says Tam, who is straight but whose work, he adds, is concerned with homosocial dynamics. Scant evidence of the Chinese laborers’ lives has survived, so Tam’s vision of them as queer cowboys becomes a speculative attempt to complete the record.

Stills from the film were on display this summer in “The Range,” an exhibition at 12.26 Gallery in Dallas that likewise explored cowboy iconography. There, they hung near paintings by Oscar yi Hou, 24, a British-born, New York-based artist whose works are replete with clichéd signifiers of Asian and American identity, including cowboy hats and details from the Japanese anime series “Dragon Ball Z.” His solo exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum, which closes later this month, includes a self-portrait of the artist as a muscled, pickax-wielding miner, his pose modeled on a 1970s flyer for the Manhattan gay bar the Mineshaft, referencing both cruising culture and those same railway workers. Another buff Chinese laborer appears in a black leather bondage mask and cowboy hat in “Coolieisms, a.k.a.: Leather Daddy’s Highbinder Odalisque” (2022) — the series’ title riffing on a slur for immigrants from Asia — holding his long braid like a whip.

The work is “about the American cult of masculinity and rugged individualism ... conquering the ‘uncivilized West’ — and how this gender ideology dovetails with American expansionism,” says yi Hou. The raw sexual power of his subjects refutes stereotypes of Asian masculinity while offering a fantasy about how the Chinese men who literally built the West might have explored their own desires. In challenging the outdated image of the cowboy as a white, cisgender macho man, clearing the land in the name of racial purity, they suggest that America’s national mythology can be made to speak for everyone in it — that the West is more expansive after all.

Hair by Olga Holovanova at Another Agency using GHD. Makeup by Lucas Margarit at Another Agency using Dior Beauty. Set design by Cito Ballesta. Photo assistant: Guillermo Tejedor. Stylist’s assistant: Irene Monje. Produced by Alana Productions SL

[blackmensuited]

[separatist-apologist]

Happy holidays lovely!!!! I don’t know if you’ve done this already but I wanted to ask. Ranking the ACOTAR men on how well they give Christmas gifts?

(And if you’re not feeling this or you’re not doing rankings right now, that’s cool too ☺️)

ACOTAR MEN giving gifts. Sorry I forgot about this, if you saw my askbox you would understand.

Bottom to top, please remember I have the only objective opinions in the fandom and will accept NO FEEDBACK if you disagree (standard disclaimer for all new people)

10. Eris Vanserra- He is the gift. Tell him you're welcome. Did not remember there was a holiday even coming up and instead of apologizing, merely shrugs and wants to know what you expected. Lower your expectations further...further still....right into hell. Perfect.

9. Tamlin- Remembers that thing you told him one time and is milking it for the rest of his life. Wanders shopping mall helplessly, PRETTY sure your favorite color is blue (its not). Wow, thanks so much for yet another art kit, babe. It's my only hobby. Points for at least remembering

8. Azriel- He knows what he did wrong to end up here.

7. Jurian- feels like he would give you something he wanted, or a cleaning instrument. Thanks for the vacuum babe. Like yeah, it's a Dyson but like...what are you trying to tell me?

6. Kallias- thoughtful, personal gift when he knows the one thing you want is to be High Lady. C'mon dude. Just do it.

5. Helion- It's giving sex coupons as a gift. I'm not denying its not the best sex you've ever had, or the wildest shit you've ever seen consciously written in elegant script but I AM saying you're getting that good dick 24/7 anyway, and homemade gifts are only cute when they're coming from children.

4. Tarquin- No gifts, only experiences. Whirlwind trip that is only half planned. He definitely bought the tickets, but didn't like, realize you need to prebook for museums or check the weather. Still, for as good as he looks with a shirt off, the emotional labor is worth it.

3. Lucien- Spent the last year carefully listening to everything you said. Hand picked gifts suited to your tastes based on you personally. Immaculate style, that jeweled dagger he gave you last year looks FIRE hanging from your new Gucci belt.

2. Rhysand- The High Lord of CASH. It's not a day, it's a MONTH of increasingly lavish gifts. No expense spared, like the finest advent calendar in the world. Uses ability to read your mind to gift you things you once randomly thought of but never voiced.

Cassian, Lord of the GIFT- Oh you like a song you mentioned that one time? Enjoy this GIFT BOX that plays it. Hand carved, elegant and heartfelt. Will take those dancing classes with you without being asked. Doesn't even mind you didn't get him anything so long as you know he's thinking about you.

[lifeinstylesblogmode]

Old Money Style

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The old money style is the fashion style of old rich people since many génération. This style appear in 19th century in Europe in the aristocracy and royalty and later in the northern America.

This style inclueded for Women:

-Blazers, women's cut suit pants, satin shirt or wool shirt, polo, tweed co-ord, elegant turtleneck sweater, small heels, mocassins, long tight dresses/skirts, polo, black sunglasses, birkin Hermes Bags, elegant belts, satin scarf on the colar/ in hair, woolen sweaters, golden jewerly, pearl jewerly and elegant hairstyles.

and for Men:

-Basic shirt/ whool shirt, simple belts, woolen sweater, golden jewerly, polo, whool pants/short (for summer), elegant expensive watch, coton sweat, white/beige/light blue regular jeans,and mocassin for shoes or simple beige sneakers.

Now the question is " we need to be rich to adopt the old money style ?", i think the answer is yes, cause this is not just a fashion style this is also a life style and to have this style you need clothes with the best quality like the real old money, and not buy this types of clothes on a fast fashion brand with bad quality.

However it's not forbidden to adopt this fashion style without being "rich" but do not buy on fast fashion bad brand it's really not "old money".

And right now the brands where adherent of this style buy their clothes:

Ralp Lauren, Chanel, Dior (for special occasion outfits), Hermes, Burberry, Vivienne Westwood, Cartier, Prada, Gucci, Brooks brothers and J.Crew

[dyemelikeasunset]

How would you describe Dom and Mor's fashion style? What's their main aesthetic (if they have one) and what's your usual process when dressing your Ocs?

(I noticed Morgan's style had changed a ton since you reworked the story).

yeah Mor's style changed a LOT in her recent iteration lol

As for my process, I kinda go through a lot. I start with mood-boarding of course, but I also have a pretty deep knowledge of fashion brands and current trends, so I use those to help get a general aesthetic or direction for my characters.

I'll summarize how I see Dom & Mor's fashions and you can pick up some of the things I have on my long list of "what things I consider in the style for my OCs"

Dom: menswear inspired, androgynous, the occasional luxury brand logo (especially in her belts). Primarily should feel sleek-- even if she's following oversized trends, another part of the outfit should be svelte to balance it out. Very much a Gucci, Chanel, and Yves Saint Laurent girl, but she tends towards all-black or greyer/monochrome palettes. Shoes range from oxfords, smoker slippers, and chunky heels of all kinds (she usually wears a 3-inch). Doesn't really do thin post heels unless it's for work.

She's the type to not have bags often, if she does, it's a handbag or clutch. Wears minimal watches, but doesn't accessorize much outside of that. She has no idea what a futch is, yet she wears luxury men's briefs and cologne (her scents tend towards teak and mahogany and other handsome wooden-to-oriental scents)

Mor: comfortable, somewhere between tomboy and feminine, sometimes sporty but not sports luxe. She avoids "bombshell" or "sexy" looks, and is stylish in a cute street-inspired way. LOVES to layer, winter is her favorite season. Likes brands like Kenzo, Off-White, and Tommy Hilfiger. Picks up on popular trends, and likes whites, light tans, and sedated but rich colors. Uses canvas tote bags and backpacks. Tends towards oversized silhouettes in at least one part of her outfit. She refuses to let the Timberland and chunky sneaker trends die-- she loves her Timbs and a good chunky shoe. In general likes to collect nice footwear but leans towards flat heels, sneakers, and cute boots.

Her main way of accessorizing is through hats and beanies-- doesn't really do belts, jewelry, or perfume. Her scents usually come from lotions and essential oils, which range from floral to oriental

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

Hey I'm sorry if this is a strange question but say someone was looking for good Italian outfits for characters. Do you have any suggestions of where someone should look?

It's Haute Couture Time!

Since our Hiroiko Araki took inspo from High Fashion, I think we can also do the same with our characters! (Almost every brand I'm gonna quote in this post is already being used in Stone Ocean.)

This is a top 10 of Italian Brands that I love and cherish:

1. GUCCI

"The way you dress is really the way you feel, the way you live, what you read, your choices. That's what I want to put into Gucci."

Alessandro Michele

Back in 1921, Guccio Gucci founds a small suitcase company in Florence, Italy. Gucci came up with many iconic products: from the bamboo-handled handbag, the buckled belt, to the ever -present mocassino. Today, the iconic interlocking GG logo is not just the emblem of a haute couture brand, but is also the archetype of Italy's fashion culture and history. No other brand holds the same fame as Gucci, but more importantly, no other brand holds a special place in the heart of Italian culture like Gucci does.

2. Versace

"There is a Versace who is very conservative, there is a Versace who is very crazy, there is a Versace who is very theatre … I haven’t decided yet which I choose to be."

Gianni Versace

Created in 1978 by Gianni Versace, Versace is the epitome of luxury among Italian clothing brands. This brand most distinctive features are bright colors, exuberant graphics and audacious designs. The choice to use 'Medusa' in the logo is certainly not accidental: the Greek mythological character is in fact the symbol of intriguing beauty, seduction, and strength.

3. Prada

"What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today when human contacts go so fast. Fashion is instant language."

Miuccia Prada

Prada started as a luxury leather luggage brand. Founded in 1913 by Mario Prada, the company became the official supplier to the King of Italy in 1919 ( the iconic knotted rope framing the Prada logo is actually a symbol of the House of Savoy). Prada is an expression of timeless elegance. Nowadays, Prada's fashion collections are characterized by flashy colors, patterns and designs, an eccentricity that is always balanced by the brand's unmistakable class.

4.Miu Miu

Miu Miu was founded in 1993 by Miuccia Prada as a branch of the famous Prada fashion house. The brand is often defined as the young and exuberant yin to Prada's timeless and legendary yang.

Known for its ready-to-wear and handbag collections, the brand is never short on color and energy. Miu Miu eccentric style is characterized by unconventional clothing, shoes, handbags, jewelry, eyewear fragrances all enveloped in a whirlwind of colors.

5.Fendi

"My mother, a hard worker and a woman of great taste, was the soul of the company and immediately entrusted us with the entire business, but she kept control of everything (...) She always told us we could only be mistaken once, not twice."

Anna Fendi

Founded in 1925 by husband and wife Edoardo and Adele, Fendi is universally acclaimed as the foremost authority in fur production. In nearly a century of history, the brand has become a symbol of artisan creativity, which is lived out today in a modern key in its lines of clothing, leather goods, footwear and accessories.

6.Emporio Armani

"When I started Giorgio Armani in the mid-'70s, I realized that women needed a way to dress that was equivalent to that of men - something that would give them dignity, an attitude that would help them handle their work life."

Giorgio Armani

Giorgio Armani's name immediately evokes images of elegant black suits, shiny leather pants and the tasteful extravagance that only Italian clothing brands can create. In 1975, Armani founds of his fashion empire, rooting his design vision in ordinary people and street style. Today the brand has created multiple lines, including Emporio Armani, Armani Exchange, EA7 and Armani Jeans.

7.Valentino

"I know what women want. They want to be beautiful."

Valentino Garavani

After studying fashion in Paris, Valentino Garavani travels back to Rome in 1960 to open his own fashion house. Valentino is a synthesis of the grandiose and opulent nature of Parisian fashion houses with an Italian twist.

Valentino's name is associated with the shade of red used in most of his clothes, so much so that he was referred to as 'Valentino Red.'

8.Dolce e Gabbana

"Italians know that what matters is style, not fashion. Italian style does not have social or age boundaries."

Stefano Gabbana

Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana are regarded as the inventors of the so-called Mediterranean style. Since its foundation in 1985, the Dolce & Gabbana company has experienced continuous expansion, becoming a recognized and influential presence in the universe of luxury brands. Contrast is an inexhaustible source of stimulation and inspiration for the brand and manifests itself in a style that reconciles luxury and urban fashion, tradition and research, excess and rigor, dream and reality.

9.Bottega Veneta

A specialist in luxury leather goods and accessories, the Bottega Veneta brand was created in 1966 by Michele Taddei and Renzo Zengiaro.

The brand is arguably best known for its "woven" leather, a handcrafted technique that crosses leather or suede to create a textured checkerboard pattern.

10. Moschino

"Good taste doesn't exist. It is our taste. We should be proud of it."

Franco Moschino

Founded in 1983 by Franco Moschino, the Italian brand has profoundly influenced the evolution of contemporary fashion. Deviating from the classic vision of fashion elegance, the brand embraced popular culture and everyday iconography: pop art, comic books, and plush were among its sources of inspiration. Its all-over print jeans, flashy graphics, and large logos made the connection between high fashion and urban culture.

Author's note and personal opinion under the cut:

I personally recommend to look up Gucci current collections and Versace 90's couture for some extravagant and jojoesque choices. Moschino is also good, and it's even an affordable brand!

-La Principessa della Squadra