This is a tale of those old fears, even of those emptied hells,
And none but you shall understand the true thing that it tells—
Of what colossal gods of shame could cow men and yet crash,
Of what huge devils hid the stars, yet fell at a pistol flash.
—The Man Who Was Thursday, 1908
The Oracle of the Spider:
FROM POWER — DUTY | FROM ON HIGH — JOY
I’m done with pleading, and now I exhort — never command, because command is none’s to give. I am facing eviction, and to the handful of people who have tossed what they could into the hat, thank you for trying, and for the rest —
Seven thousand people have reblogged the del Toro quote I dug out and carried up from the Amber Mines, for you, about how Horror and Fairy Tales are inherently political and can either support a crushing hierarchy, or undermine it.
Seven thousand! That’s a hell of a lot of reblogs for something that isn’t a gif of a kitten, a puppy, or a naked guy!
Now, if only half of those people who thrilled to that sentiment had dropped a single dollar in the fiddle case, I wouldn’t be facing icy streets this week, or for another few months at least, because I live very lean but rent is very high and rising tides swamp little boats like ours.
So — reblog my plea!
Put your money where your mouth is, if you’re serious about fighting the patriarchy, and I will venture into the Deep Dark for you, I will go to the Undertomb and find the broken ring of unity, I will subject myself to all the horrors of mind-eating things with tentacles for faces under their human masks, I will read all the ugly monstrous cruel books of hate, and suck their poison out, and leave them dust.
Because I have made another blog, to do the patient quiet analysis, to combine passion with reason like Athena, where here is all spiky little angry blue monsters —
And I will take on Comics, DC and Marvel and Dark Horse and Indie, too, page by page, frame by frame if I have to, because I do not fear the Darkness, nor the Ghosts—
(Yes, that’s a breadcrumb, and part of the Mystery).
But I will show how all Guillermo’s shadow-plays since Devil’s Backbone are a thrown lance to the Chivalristic Patriarchal Imperialist Fanboy Comics Culture, starting with Moore’s Killing Joke, and his League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and Miller’s Dark Knight, and the lying homophobic xenophobery of 300 most of all, and that is why there is a fiery Gate below the sea, and fish —
Because it’s an answer to Arkham, and the ancient lies that trapped Lovecraft in the Labyrinth too — Abe Sapien and Nuala shared the answer, the Mystery of the Lady of Flies — the mystery of Mars, and how our Heroes are all naked in the Red Planet (I caught this, remember? though I thought it was a willow-the-wisp back then.).
Even though their nakedness is invisible, because snickering dudebronies can’t comprehend that nudity isn’t always literal, that a Princess of Mars can fight a Thark in plain sight before them, with never modesty nor ratings endangered—