
Discuss: The Great God Pan

I had a consciousness-raising experience about transgender people shortly after age thirty. I don’t think I was a complete shit before that, but did have a few embarrassing missteps along the path. I’ve always watched people around me more than I should, and during that time I started noticing whenever a person was androgynous or trans, and wondering, what’s that person got in their pants*? Classic wildly offensive goof, which mostly had the self-awareness to stay unspoken.
But this instinct was reawakened in me by an image set on tumblr, from an anime called Oniisama E…, or Dear Brother…. For some reason, there are girls in that show drawn with the proportions of androgenized bods. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, tall faces that make a forehead look short, strong chin, no visible breasts most of the time… These are the idolized glamorous older girls too, not shunned weirdos. And in the haze of this creepy terfesque genital obsession, I asked these paper dolls if they’d had, you know, the surgery..?
The answer is no, near as I can tell without watching the whole series and translating Japanese fan wikis. One of them gets breast cancer in high school (u got spoiled! as if you care lol). They’re cis-girls, in that universe. If somebody felt like watching the whole thing with the assumption they are trans in mind and doing the queer critical lens thing, that might be a diverting experiment.
I asked chat j’ai pété about it, and it said the original manga writer was inspired by the Takarazuka Revue, which seemed the opposite of what I’d expect to be the reason. Also, the drawings from the original comic did not seem as fully masculine as the ones in the animated adaptation. So, a hallucination, it seems.
Do any of you know if there’s a cultural reason why these anime cis girls look so non-passingly trans? I don’t get the impression my comment section is bubbling with otaku energies, but I might as well crowd-source my curiosity. This article isn’t the best showcase for it, but the cartoon looks very beautiful, which may be why it gripped me. One of the less manly girls looks like Sean Young in Bladerunner, but they’re all very cute. Never dubbed or subbed in English, so it slips away.
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*I think the vast majority of trans people will never, very seldom, or only situationally pass as cis, so the idea of passing as the singular goal of transition – the only fix for dysphoria – is harmful, even if it’s understandable that many of us are obsessed with it.
But still, even pretty hip people can be fooled hard by human androgyny. I had a high school teacher with no breasts, an adam’s apple, and a deep cleft chin – who got pregnant and carried that baby to term. Intersex but still functional, or just nature flexing on us? I dunno. Likewise, during my creepy shifty-eyed time, I had taken a skinny lady with an angular face as probably trans, and a few years later saw the same lady pregnant.
Most of the time you aren’t going to get a big tell like that, so you gotta learn to quell that curiosity when it arises. I did it; you can too.
You ever hear Sex Shooter, by Apollonia 6? No? I’m sorry, but now we must all experience it together.
This is profoundly unsexy and awkward. I fucking love it. It’s so funny to me.
These aren’t outfits, they’re underwear. They’re wearing panty hose under their lingerie. The side girls look like office ladies.
OK, I’ve got a bit of an “everyday people fetish” so the office ladies are a little hot, but still. This whole production is embarrassing. I like how lead girl is aiming for Marilyn Monroe but just coming out like she’s got a respiratory abnormality and needs to see an ENT.
She exhorts us to sing along. Can you fucking imagine? What crowd anywhere in the world would want to sing these lyrics back to the girls? The fail, the cringe. It’s adorable. It feels like Rebecca Black trying to be cool. I love you, pathetic girls. I hope you’re in a better place now.
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EDIT: Found out a little more. Apparently these people were all wildly successful for being sexy and cool. Who knew? Lead singer there dated David Lee Roth and Prince, and starred in Purple Rain. Skinny girl dated Prince and other famous dudes. They are actually all singers, not just dancers or models… This production really hinders the glamor, that’s for sure.
Incidentally, the song was written by Prince and he recorded a version of it, haha. They can’t all be winners.
Note: I’ve been queuing serious posts as part of my Hope Series for 6:30 AM Eastern time, and a frivolous one like this for 9:30 AM as a chaser. I mention this because you may have missed previous entries. There is one per day for every day from 11/6-today, whereupon the series ends. Check ’em out.
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my husband turned me onto this weird neglected 80s band. they got on the label of that eurhythmics dude, got as much promotion as anybody could hope for at that level, but never got anywhere. they probably made a bank full of money when annie lennox covered this one tho. the whole album this one is on, it’s kind of a ride. a concept album? i just love the pretentious dracula weirdness. i really like it a lot, i don’t know how to express the feeling. also, a bare booty ass on yewchoob, because sufficiently film grained. enjoy.
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remember when i posted about lovage? here’s a video by them, in kinda wretched quality, but it’s what we have. jennifer charles is the singer here, in this video about being a bisectional gal on the hunt. look at her hairstyle, her whole presentation. it’s designed to look like she just got out of bed after orgy night. she’s greasy in a way lesbians seem to love. fantastic.
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Horror content. As opposed to horrible things. Horror movies are so diverse, like movies writ more broadly, and can have so many different good qualities. Humor, wit, suspense, thrills, and… art. On the cinematically sophisticated end, observe the movies of Kiyoshi Kurosawa. He does a good job of transcending international boundaries, I’m not sure how. Maybe it’s the focus on modern life and anxieties, which Asia and the West do have in common.
I just feel like much of the time when I watch Japanese TV or movies, it’s too Japanese to connect with, and the exact opposite happens with this Kurosawa. It’s not like he’s making American-style movies either, tho maybe he has a big influence from the more realistic end of film noir, or some cinema I’m not even familiar with, from France or whatever. He did do at least one French movie.
So, Sakebi (叫) aka Retribution. The spooky ghost ladies you expect from J-Horror, but in this one, they’re in the bright light of day. This movie isn’t considered one of his classics, but it’s got layers. And humor. And horror. And an artist’s meditation on the creation and destruction of the urban realm. The funniest scene is feminist revenge fantasy. I’d probably ruin the joke to say more.
And the ending is sad and horrible and could make one feel big something.
This is where I got the ghost meme from yesterday’s article. The trailer, content warning for a moment of convincing dead woman:
Find it with subtitles somewhere and watch it.
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Did you catch that reference? Apologies if you did. I finished all the Elric I’m going to be able to find, and have returned with my accursed demon blade Stormbringer to feast upon thy souls. Or tell you about it.
I kid, I kid. I really don’t have a lot to say about it. There were elements that aged very poorly in terms of cultural mores, and elements that aged poorly because the march of fiction has rendered them quaint and pedestrian, but nothing wholly outrageous on either count.
Moorcock may have coined the word multiverse. I could probably find out with a little googling but I don’t care enough to. While now it’s in service of bloating and bleeding film franchises, it once was a very literal homage to joseph campbell’s ideas. A victim of time, I don’t find those elements at all interesting.
Oddly, fiction from the 19th century doesn’t hit me like that. Maybe recency produces something like the uncanny valley in writing, I don’t know.
I don’t think I ever reached the end of the story, assuming it was ever written, but that’s alright. Tho it had more continuity than sherlock holmes, it was always written to be short stories for sff pulp mags, it seems.
In looking up interesting things about it, I discovered that Wendy Pini of Elfquest comic fame had attempted to get an animated adaptation done, and failed.
That info loops back on itself because Chaosium once did an Elfquest rpg with basically the same rules as Call of Cthulhu, and also for a time had Moorcock’s license to Elric rpg. Did that also use the same system? If so, it would make for an amusing combination…
Alright, I gotta jet. Tired as hell. Zzz.
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So I’m three and a half volumes into listening to the Elric books by Michael Moorcock and I haven’t been Inception’d into the sensory deprivation tank full of urine yet, so I thought you might wanna know my thoughts. Spoilers? Not very big ones. Also these books are old as hell so who cares?
Reminding me of Vampire Hunter D by Hideyuki Kikuchi. The writing is a lot more blunt than I would have imagined for the towering gothickal shadow he cast over the genre. Kikuchi’s book may well have been influenced by it. Indeed, the dispassionate kinda evil pretty men with long white hair that recur in anime might all be descendants of Elric; I don’t know enough deep cuts of Japanese culture to be sure. That said, Elric is a lot more emotional than Sephiroth or Sesshomaru or Benten or etc etc. One emotion in particular: Fear.
It’s really common for writers on both sides of the Pacific to characterize a cool badass character as never feeling fear. I get where they’re coming from. Cool, badass, it’s a power fantasy, and we’d like to imagine ourselves in hardcase mode as immune to all such weaknesses. But this trope does feel pretty damn stale by now, and it always undercut the ability for the story to feel like it has real stakes. If the worst a hero would feel in defeat is annoyed or angry, that’s a lot less intense than him feeling afraid of serious injury, torture, whatever consequences.
So that’s kind of nice, even if the character is still an outrageously special specialboy. Ladies love Elric. Apparently he can lay pipe with the best of ’em. Dickmatism as the kids say. The stories are not at all explicit about it, but one gal is a queen and is like “i know u killed my bro but take my kingdom, just gimme that somethin somethin.” He’s characterized as having poor health, in the first book only sustained by drugs, and this specifically manifests as weakness. What’s his stroke game like if he has no stamina? He manages to say no to drugs by getting a cool demon sword that sucks souls and gives Elric the life energy, but in at least one of the subsequent books he still needs the drugs. Had he gone too long without soul sauce? Book didn’t say.
One disappointment is that he doesn’t show near as much skin as he does on book covers. About half the search results for Elric art, he at least has his arms and leggies out. If u got it flaunt it, boy.
Oh, I didn’t really say what I meant by the writing being blunt. Let’s put it this way: If this were a movie, almost all of the dialog and much of the characterization would have to be original. It could not rely on the source material. In the books, Moorcock just tells you things about Elric. In a movie, you’d have to show them. The pivotal character moments have no real buildup, they’re just plopped on you. It feels like short stories, where there’s no time to characterize through prose and you really just need to spell out what’s going on, if the plot has any complexity at all.
I once wrote a short story wherein I earned the love story through writing, really hard pressed to keep it under 9k words. I do think the Elric books started as short stories and were collected, at least some of them, so that’s probably why it’s like this. It mostly feels heavy-handed in the first scene of the first book, where his whole backstory and main conflict are just dropped on you like some Acme traps on Wile E. Coyote.
I wonder about Moorcock’s monster inspirations. How original are his beasters? They seem pretty original, but some people know more obscure monster lore than I do; maybe they aren’t.
Oh yeah, and one more thing struck me funny. One of the books is called The Weird of the White Wolf. The White Wolf is Elric and he’s having a weird. But the book doesn’t tell us what the fuck a weird is. The weirdest thing in the story is how he makes a bunch of really bad decisions for no obvious reason. The worst is when the dragons come out and he is just totally unprepared for that. He knew the dragons were there. Even if he was like, fuck it, let’s do this even tho we’ll be dragonbait, he should’ve been bracing for it the whole time. Instead when they come out it’s like Moorcock remembering they exist for the first time in pages.
But it’s all big dark fantasy bigness. Sleesh slash. Kill the guys, win the prize. But feel empty inside. That’s all I’m there for anyway.
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I don’t listen to audiobooks, usually music, but I had an annoying task to do, of the type where more mentally engaging material was useful. Because I don’t have the pirate skillz and am not paying for services I’d rarely use, I sought an audiobook for free on yewchoob. I’d had some idle curiosities about Celtic mythology and listened to a bit of that, but the people reading it were too cringe for me.
I remembered I have some interest in writing a dark fantasy or two in the future and so could use some education on the subject, so I looked up Elric of Melniboné. Despite still being under copyright, there it was, and the reader was a fairly skilled thespian type. But the production was a lil low-budget.
You ever hear a wheezing breath and realize it’s you? I assumed that’s what was happening to me, but I came to realize this thespian is acting his lil ass off while his partner is snoring near at hand. It’s funking hilarious. I do find it just tolerable enough to keep on. Maybe I’ll get through the whole thing eventually.
First impressions: The prose is more bare-bones than I would have imagined. The simplicity is intentional, I think, to evoke mythology. Sometimes it’s all edgy dark majesty, sometimes it’s wish fulfillment power fantasies just this side of My Immortal. Elric is the specialest boy. I’m mildly entertained.
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I’ve heard “fanny” is a dirtier word in the UK than in the US, but don’t care enough to google it. There was a US band called Fanny back in the days of yore, which I’d never heard of, but popped up on my yewchoob recs. The four ladies in the band were all great rock musicians, but I also think it’s especially cool that there were some biracial filipinas in the mix – the sisters on guitar and bass, June and Jean Millington. Drummer Alice de Buhr is super cool (and now married to a woman, aww*), pianist Nickey Barclay was on some extra Ray Manzarek shit. They really looked like a group of characters, as rockers should. If this video plays for you, observe:
The whole playlist of that performance on some German show is available as well. You’ll recognize some cool covers, I don’t know what of their originals were hits or how big they were at all. I got curious and hunted down a performance by the sisters in a more recent year. Check this out too:
Nice funky bass there. Guitar sister can shred. The end of the German show is the song “Special Care” (flashing light warning) which they really build to an intense climax without overstaying their welcome. Good times and great oldies, as my extinct local oldies station used to say.
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*on the rainbow representation, seems like jean-june-alice-nickey would be nope-L-L-B, if i got that right, if it matters.