Jack Scoresby

Sex & Drugs & Dungeons & Dragons

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In 1934 the MPAA voluntarily passed the Motion Picture Production Code, more generally known as the Hays Code, largely to avoid governmental regulation. The code prohibited certain plotlines and imagery from films and in publicity materials produced by the MPAA. Among others, there was to be no cleavage, no lace underthings, no drugs or drinking, no corpses, and no one shown getting away with a crime. A.L. Shafer, the head of photography at Columbia, took a photo that intentionally incorporated all of the 10 banned items into one image. The photograph was clandestinely passed around among photographers and publicists in Hollywood as a method of symbolic protest to the Hays Code.

In 1934 the MPAA voluntarily passed the Motion Picture Production Code, more generally known as the Hays Code, largely to avoid governmental regulation. The code prohibited certain plotlines and imagery from films and in publicity materials produced by the MPAA. Among others, there was to be no cleavage, no lace underthings, no drugs or drinking, no corpses, and no one shown getting away with a crime.

A.L. Shafer, the head of photography at Columbia, took a photo that intentionally incorporated all of the 10 banned items into one image.

The photograph was clandestinely passed around among photographers and publicists in Hollywood as a method of symbolic protest to the Hays Code.

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I think about her sometimes

I think about her on all fours. Her shoes kicked to the side in order to be quick, but her jeans still bunched around her ankles. Her shirt pulled up leaving her torso nude but her shoulders covered. Her hair falls around her and sticks to her lips. In the afternoon sunlight that pours through the window she moves like liquid porcelain. She is soft and warm. Her breathing is quick and heavy, and though I can’t see her eyes I know they are shut tightly. Her hand presses mine close to her breast and I guide her with my other hand placed on her shoulder or her hip. We say no words, no names, just grunts and moans. The only other sounds come from our fucking. Her perfect ass slapping against me, my belt buckle jingling, and the bed complaining underneath us.

I do not know how long this goes on, what led up to it, or how it ends. It doesn’t matter. It’s never happened before.

But sometimes, I think about her on all fours.

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The moment you say, a male American writer can’t write about a female Pakistani, you are saying, Don’t tell those stories. Worse, you’re saying, as an American male you can’t understand a Pakistani woman. She is enigmatic, inscrutable, unknowable. She’s other. Leave her and her nation to its Otherness. Write them out of your history.
The Storytellers of Empire By Kamila Shamsie (via mollycrabapple)

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Net by design collective Numen consists of multiple layers of flexible nets suspended in the air. The flat layers of the net are subsequently connected to one another on counterpoints thus forming a “floating landscape” open for visitors to climb in and explore. The result is an op-art social sculpture (or a community hammock) relating to topics of instability, levitation and regression. 

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