#The Quiet Revolution

[flock-of-cassowaries]

No Montreal house. I wonder if Logan resented how the city had changed as much as my own ex-Montrealer dad did.

#the quiet revolution #anglo-quebecers #montreal #logan roy #logan roy backstory #succession #succession scripts #s4e10 #with eyes wide open #sticker perambulation circuits #connor roy

[leam1983]

Oh (no) Canada...

We've made ourselves some pasta salad and some deviled eggs, and Walt thought he'd break ground by introducing us to Maria Chapdelaine, the 2020 adaptation of Louis Hémon's 1910s novel on the long-suffering nature of your average French Canadian Catholic settler.

To be fair, he knew what to expect and pointed a finger at me. "Don't spoil it for me or Sarah, Mister French Literature degree!" he'd said, while bringing his slice of Key Lime pie to slowly peck at it over the movie's runtime.

I'm not about to give anyone who could read this an expert class, but let's just say that the early twentieth century was one that saw Eastern Canada be oppressively stifled by our Catholic priesthood, to the point of instilling gonzo virtues in the local literary output - such as the notion that a self-respecting colonist moved way up north into Pine Country, hacked foundations out of soil that never completely thaws using primitive tools and then spent a precious few months out of the entire year cultivating a few veggies out of the hardscrabble, with the end-goal of either covering his loan for his lot and tools or dying a good, long, agonizing and Christian death while the sawbones is trying to push a frustrated gelding through fifteen inches of snow. The priest got to you first if you were lucky, you were given your Last Rites and, well, that was it.

So. In this context, we find young and demure Maria Chapdelaine, settled in a verdant hellhole I'd call the Saguenay Lac-Saint-Jean region generations prior to modern-day logging camps and factories. As the exact same spot today is heavily industrialized outside of the pine preserves, but back then, it basically was a clean slate. For people from Montreal or Quebec City, the North was their second Klondike of choice: either you moved down to the States to adapt to the Big City or you abandoned civilization out of the honestly unproven notion that you could just Harvest Moon your way to prosperity.

Maria is sixteen, marriageable, demure, soft-spoken - and absolutely gonzo for a Métis trapper called François Paradis. He represents the 1910s Judeo-Christian ideal in the region, the "Civilized Wild Man" with all the virtues needed to thrive in Society and all the backbone and gumption you'd need to stake out your own fortune in an inhospitable environment. He loves her in the same way - desperately. She hasn't obtained her father's consent, however, so nothing happens. Nothing happens for long enough, in fact, that François up and dies in those pine-strewn wastes after betraying his status as a supposedly-flawless tracker. Maria is beyond distraught, but her social conditioning holds fast. She's the second woman of the household, so her grief only shows at night.

The problem is, Paradis hadn't proposed to her. He hadn't so much as engaged her, either, so it's effectively a love being pined for out of wedlock. You can imagine what the local priests, hypocrites that they are, would've thought about that.

Then comes the second john; a man going by Lorenzo Surprenant. He's the Self-Made Man, the Guy Who's Made it - or to borrow from French songwriter Bernard Lavilliers, the archetypal Tonton d'America, pulling several tall tales about Buffalo, Indiana's trolley system, its electric lights, its well-heated and lit brownstones and, well, the whole glitz and glam of the City, when all you've known is pines that are snowy about eight months out of twelve. Maria hasn't gone over the loss of her pelt-wearing Ken doll, so she responds to Lorenzo's advances noncommittally.

Finally follows Eutrope Gagnon, her neighbour by a few country miles who more or less promises a straight-line continuation of her current life. If anything, he's barely more of an optimized version of her father, as he's budgeted every purchase decades in advance and clearly has contingency plans set in place that could allow for failing crops or subpar yields to generate some profit. He has none of the first's passion, none of the second's pragmatic outlook on holding down a city-based job - and also none of the elder Chapdelaine's hangups about working on a milder lot further down south, where yields are better even if the social and moral credit of giving it a shot up north is abandoned.

If you thought she'd throw her conventions aside during a Disney musical number and confront Buffalo as a new challenge for her to undertake, you haven't really studied up on how the upper States and Provinces in the East coast were still stupefyingly Conservative as of World War One. The Roaring Twenties would improve things in cities, but only the sixties would see Progressivism fully kick the French Canadian clergy in the teeth.

As all this - the suffering of people like Maria's character, her settling for an unambitious life focused on servitude - was seeded in place by our clergy. We were born humble, made for humble lives and destined for hardship. To the Anglophones and Americans went tall tale of pre- and postwar success, we were being held down and more or less morally and intellectually abused by a ruling class of stole-wearing fuckwads who were the defacto lords-o-the-manor for most lots across Quebec that weren't, in fact, in Anglophone hands.

Considering this, should you really be surprised that Quebec and Ontario are as Liberal and Progressive as they are? We didn't just cast our chains off in the Quiet Revolution - we broke them to smithereens. It makes most of us default allies to POC, to the LGBTQA+, all of it because we know precisely well what it feels like to be marginalized. We know precisely how it feels to have natural instincts, personal goals or greater hopes be considered anathema by morons with a collar who hid behind their status as divinely-anointed representatives to control local politics, stifle minds and hoard their admittedly surprising scientific knowledge base (see Jesuits and their interest in Natural Sciences, for instance) for themselves alone.

They got money, they got resources, and French Canadians were told to shut up and take it, to the point where one of our leading character archetypes in adventure serials was Maria Chapdelaine's clone!

Shut up and like it. Carry your burden nobly. Suffer for sins you know nothing of. Endure in silence, for your reward is in Heaven.

Walt's background is consequently different. He grew up reading of Ontario's own Catholic and Anglican priesthoods, but Ontario and the ROC never really had this masochistic complex on being less than nothing and remaining as such. Ontarians are Diet Americans, in a sense - same gusto, same gumption, with just a dash of extra manners inherited from their long-removed English roots. If Louis Hémon had couched his story anywhere close to Sarnia, for instance, the poor kid would've hightailed it to Buffalo without question.

So, as the movie ended, and did so with the slight alteration of Maria not giving any of the three men a definitive answer - Walt gave me a puzzled look.

"Why didn't she leave with Lorenzo? I don't get it."

"Because the story isn't concerned with making sense, Walt," I told him. "This is catechism for shiftless Frenchie kids in their mid-teens as of 1910, hawked to them by well-meaning child molesters who only really think of putting more money in the diocese's coffers by acting as money-lenders to reckless kids with a sense of adventure and some misplaced Judeo-Christian sense of duty."

Sarah, who didn't study Lit, is equally confused. "Why send anyone up north like that? The ground's no good without modern tech or hydroponics!"

I scoffed. "You think fucking priests knew this? These guys seriously thought you could pray horniness away and pray fertility into a bunch of rocks and roots. Oh, and let's not forget that this didn't concern anyone's identity as a Québécois - anyone who did this was a Canadian French; un Canadien errant."

Walt falls silent as he processes this for a few seconds. "I mean, I sort of already knew why, but after this? After seeing this, your Atheism makes a Hell of a lot more sense. Damn, I'd have kicked one of those sanctimonious pricks in the balls, too!"

So... Québécois Lit 101, or Why Catholicism is a fucking grift that's only just recently realized that people are growing increasingly harder to indoctrinate into unquestioning belief.

Which is sort of funny, seeing as you see a lot of local hardcore Atheists sort of take to a hodgepodge of various spiritual, occult or "magical" practices - but hey, they reason, as long as you're not putting more money in the pockets of some shriveled old goat in a white stole in the Vatican, it's all good, right?

I mean, I guess. It's not like Brighid or Odin the Allfather or fucking Baron Samedi have tax collectors indoctrinating people left and right, hm?

Anyway - Happy Canada Day, if you're the type to go shop at Roots.

#thoughts #rants #atheism #history lesson with the Brain Gremlin #Maria Chapdelaine #movie #book #Louis Hémon #The Quiet Revolution #Leftism #Progressivism #Canada Day

[moonlightsapphic]

I just want to announce that I think this is the sexiest moment in S1. The music, the lighting, the choreography and framing. The sudden, sharp eye contact. The entire football field scene is perhaps the most gorgeous part of the show, but I never fail to get goosebumps every time this particular bit comes around.

The music in the background drowns out Wille and Simon’s dialogue. The words they are saying (“Pull yourself together.” “I don’t want you to be mad.” “Come on.”), while heartfelt, are secondary to what is really happening. The lyrics Let’s start a revolution ring out as Wille swings his hair out of his face—and for a fraction of a second, Wille seems completely sober. There is a sense of profound clarity in his gaze, while Simon meets his eyes in a frenzy of panicked concern.

Simon looks incredulous at his impulsive decision to bike all the way to school in freezing temperatures in the dead of night—all to rescue a boy who had effectively dumped him earlier. He is bewildered and upset by Wille’s physical state, and his state of mind. Simon has every reason to avoid men who engage in substance abuse. Despite his anger and annoyance, something in him intuitively trusts Wille, and in Wille’s abilities to respectfully accept support from him.

Each boy is suddenly discovering the staggering extent of their affection for the other; it feels real now, and the enormity of a potential affair crashes into them.

Wille has been fighting to keep thoughts of the collateral damage of his feelings for Simon at bay for so long, but right now, he looks immune to his anxiety. He has finally admitted to himself that the conventions and traditions that his family and late brother cared deeply about were simply made up. In a world where everything is fake—where he mostly tolerates his life by dissociating—Wille’s feelings for Simon are so tangible that suppressing them have been driving him over the edge. The surety he feels (towards his authentic identity, his wants, his needs) when he is with Simon has grown to become his anchor, the only thing that might keep him sane. With Simon, he feels relief.

They face each other directly across the scene, and we watch closely from behind as an audience peeking in. With their stance and the way they take up space, the music and lyrics egg on a sense of victory. This is a turning point in both their lives, but not because they decide now that they will truly commit to a revolutionary relationship—It’s altogether too soon for that.

This moment is just a simple, beautiful, wondrous realization: I would start a revolution, with you. For you. It would be worth it.

#young royals #wilmon #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #gay #i just love this show so much #i have never seen a scream for revolution that is so quiet and so loud at the same time #lisa ambjörn #bi #lgbt #queer #lgbtq+ #lgbtq pride #unlabeled #young royals s1 #yr s1 #yr season 1 #netflix yr #yr netflix #wille young royals #omar rudberg #edvin ryding #friends best #achillean #mlm #men loving men #elias #young royals clip #omar and edvin #edvin and omar

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

This is your daily reminder that when the ✨REVOLUTION✨ happens, it will be started & led by the gods and not the demigods.

#no percy can't oneshot a god #no he didn't beat ares #kronos interfered and ares was barely trying y'all #“he poisoned ackyles” (or whatever her name is idk don't wanna spellcheck rn) bro you're forgetting gods have an instakill switch #they would obliterate him in a heartbeat #plus percy's retired y'all #leave him alone #if anyone's the face of the ✨REVOLUTION✨ it's gonna be apollo #and that's fact #the trials of apollo #the heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #i refuse to stay quiet on this any longer #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #i chose violence today #and i know apollo will one day too #kill ur dad apollo #dismantle the cycle #THE SYSTEM!!!! #DO IT

[wrestledreams]

some old cowpokes went riding out one dark and windy day….🩸

full version bonus:

#THEYRE DOOOONE look at them…. #also personally the live version w Johnny cash and willie Nelson is superior to me #it’s more quiet in its mythmaking #hangman adam page #jon moxley #aew revolution #hangmox #my art #also it’s on my twt @venusleo_ (it’s my watermark here too) in case u wanna take a look over there :-) #me while drawing this: DO NOT SEPARATE THEM ‼️‼️ #all elite wrestling

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

more historical fiction needs to be set in ww1. bonus points if you fag it up

#every time i check historical fiction books its like the year: 1943 and like OK geez #either ww2 era or like the 60s or 20s or some shit #can i PLEASE get a story set in the goddamn trenches of verdun thats mean and nasty about killing characters #sorry theres no easy “bad side” in that war ?? make the bad side the governments cuz thats what it was #my god. can i read about our protag watching some guy die horrifically from a gas attack #and then fuck one of the other soldiers to find any form of intimacy+comfort #read one book set in ww1 but it focused mainly on the russian revolution. still a good one i love u martha hall kelly #but they made this one random dude enlist in the air force and i was SURE he was dead walking corpse u know #but he SURVIVED i was mad. kill this bitch #pilots at a certain point in the war i wanna say 15-16 had such short life expectancies KILL HIM !!!!! #anyway if u have recommendations of queer ass ww1 books i will take them please and thank u #dont even have to be queer just want some all quiet on the western front type shit

[happy-mask-lady]

14 Year Old Me: This is so sad I can’t believe they killed Ben if I find out who did this I will hate them forever 😡😡

21 Year Old Me, Upon Discovering Matt Hubris:

#everyone real quiet now #ben drowned #ben drowned arg #jadusable #behavioral event network #creepypasta #methods of revolution #sarah lawman #matt hubris #rosa hubris #ben lawman #behavioural event network #majoras mask

[phy-be]

“Are you scared?” Seph asked, putting a hand on Leto’s glove. She hadn’t realised her fingers had started to tremble.

“Aren’t you?”

She shook her head. In a slow and careful movement, akin to the taming of a frightened animal, Seph raised her hand.

Leto’s heart beat furiously, a lifetime’s worth of hard-learnt reflexes urging her to recoil, to run, but it was as though her body was tethered to the ground. She held her breath. Seph brushed her cheek.

The difference in temperature was like a sunburn engulfing her, though the heat of Seph’s skin was nothing to the warmth of her hesitant tenderness. Leto’s lashes fluttered. As inescapable as the pull between the earth and the moon, she leaned into the touch, pressing her cheek against the smooth palm.

She heard Seph’s breath shudder. There were no visions, this time, only a taste of honeyed sweets on her lips, vivid like a perfectly kept memory.

Overwhelmed, Leto drew away.

— The Quiet Death of Wild Flowers

#technically Leto would be wearing her gloves in that scene but i wanted to draw her hand haha #writeblr #a little excerpt to celebrate the fact that i'm officially in the query trenches woohoo #i got a full manuscript request that i am PRAYING will work out because i'd love to work with that person #other than that it's the usual radio silence at the start #this is such a game of patience #flowers of the revolution #the quiet death of wild flowers

[seaglassdinosaur]

I love Thuggory he exists to be cool and hype up Hiccup, everyone goes ‘wow, Thuggory, he’s everything a Viking’s son should be, he’s strong, charismatic, and leaderly’ and he immediately turns around and says ‘OKAY EVERYONE, WE’RE LISTENING TO HICCUP NOW.’

#he’s there for like five scenes in three books but i stg I love him #so much #y’all remember when he brushed off a rock for hiccup to sit on while he problem solved? #there’s something to say about his modern Viking masculinity #how it reflects a readiness for mass cultural change among his and hiccup’s generation #in the way that he recognizes the value of Hiccup’s contributions and knows when to let someone else #even someone who isn’t at first glance the best choice #take charge #thuggery could have stayed quiet at any point and maintained the status quo but despite that and despite his position of privilege #he yelled at everyone in book 1 to shut up and let hiccup think #when hiccup and Valhalarama were at the prison and calling for supporters #thuggery was the first person to step forward #and importantly—he had the privilege to! he was important to the revolution because he was popular and had social influence! #he was the ideal Viking youth so if he supports hiccup everyone else should too! #in my fire metaphor he’s like tinder—only requiring hiccup’s spark to set him to change #and when he joins the whole prison sets itself ablaze #and again—hes someone willing to give up his privilege to do the right thing (support the weak and unwanted) #I’d say he probably recognizes the flaws in viking society and is ready for things to change #even if he isn’t entirely sure how. he just knows things should be different #he lets someone with better ideas step forward and take command content to back them up in self-recognition of his weak points #and demonstrating a humility not often seen in the Viking parents #am I ridiculous for typing all this out? yes #but in a story about revolution I think it’s work it to analyze the pieces and players #if thuggery has no fans I’m dead #httyd books #Thuggory the meathead #Thuggory #my post #I misspelled his name many times but I’m not going back to fix it!

[yr-obedt-cicero]

I find it funny how the musical portrays Eliza as resentful towards Alexander when really she was more pissed that Monroe wouldn't keep his mouth shut lmaoo

#I mean #we'll never really truly know what was her reaction #But yeah she seemed way more pissed at the public and Calendar and Monroe #Probably because the whole thing could've been kept more quiet #amrev #american history #american revolution #alexander hamilton #historical alexander hamilton #elizabeth hamilton schuyler #elizabeth schuyler hamilton #elizabeth hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #queries #sincerely anonymous #reynolds affair #reynolds pamphlet #meme #shitpost

[ladyimaginarium]

Manifestation Moodboard: Interfaith Christmas, Hannukah & Yule!!

#arcana.uploads #the idealized self. #christmas. #hannukah. #yule. #mine. #do not reblog unless you're a member of our system. #christmas + hannukah + yule inspo !! ft fancy clothes & cool stuff i'd& love to wear & do one day !! <3333 #the contrasting colors of christmas / yule & hannukah are so neat tbh #like. you have red & green for christmas / yule & blue & white for hannukah w/ flecks of gold & silver for both !! #i& would totally love to have a whole hannukah thing w/ jewish friends & maybe some trusted goyim & vibe while we eat jelly donuts & challa #& study some more jewish literature & learn about revolution bc at its core thats what hannukah's about !! #& then for christmas we'd& vibe w/ friends while we drink hot cocoa & watch some cheesy movies & decorate the tree qwq + chinese food ngl #both hannukah & xmas get gingerbread houses & cakes for their respective holidays BET !!!! idc idc #& then in between xmas & yule we'd& love to go out w/ friends to like. a cabin or idk a longhouse or smth & vibe there !! #& go skiing maybe even tho i suck at it or try traditional dogsledding LAGJGAAGLJAGGALJAGJL #one of my& favorite gifts are gonna be blue roses + mullah bc we& love to see it !! #& then i'd& totally wanna go on those horseback carriage rides w/ either partner(s) or friends or maybe a future niece/nephew/nieph qwq #our& outfits would ideally SLAY #& then for yule it'll be a more quiet solemn but happy time !! bonus if it has log cake !! lots of prayers & hopes for the new year !! <333 #maybe do some kinda fancy altar & practicing winter witchcraft / magick along w/ traditional indigenous medicines on the side !! #bc listen a native jewish bitch can dream !!!!

[loneliii-aura]

To continue building my confidence by actually talking about things that can be disagreed with on this blog...

I feel like the US set an obnoxious precedent with flags by smacking its own flag across *absolutely everything.* It sort of...trivialized allegiance to ideas in a way that was consumer friendly and has led to endless variations of flags across all kinds of different communities. I'm most familiar with lgbt+ flag drama because those are the people I spend most of my time around, but it extends to other groups, too.

For example, I don't like the blue-green color gay flag. I feel like it entirely misses the point of the original flag, which was a list of qualities in gay men that could be celebrated across the board. It didn't need to be masculine coded because being gay was, in itself, subversive to the overarching cultural idea of masculinity.

Another example to do with that is the skin colors addition to the gay flag - I would argue that it should be the goal of people within the gay community to make a point of saying "people of color are included hands down" and take a stand against racism in the community, rather than adding the colors. This creates a sense of wariness. If someone *just* has the rainbow flag up--are they older, are they a gay white supremacist, or do they have a reason like mine not to use it?

To be fair to the other side... I understand the criticisms of the gay men's flag representing everyone, and wanting to find an answer to that by making a new pride flag for gay men specifically. My dislike of certain flags does have an anchor in time: the older a flag is, the more likely I am to be okay with it. I must admit to myself that the only way to build a history around something is to have it exist in the first place. I'm sure gay men were bitching about the rainbow flag's existence for similar reasons back when it was first created.

Beyond that, a lot of my discomfort most likely stems further back to a distaste for modern microidentity politics - I don't feel like there needs to be a label for every sexual and romantic variation on earth because I don't feel like people need to be privy to that information about me from the moment we meet. If I like them well enough and the topic goes there, I'll tell them.

In the long run...I think these flags were supposed to be a declaration of allegiance to community. 'Hey, you who was kicked out from your family for being gay, you who are closeted for fear of rejection...if you see this flag you will find people who will love and hold you as their own.' However, flags have become an allegiance to identity, which I don't believe is as sustainable in the same way.

And I think that was on the US, who portrayed patriotism as the number of flags in your yard and how you defined yourself as a loyal US citizen to be the most important identity one could have.

#The unrelenting gratefulness I have for being a first generation US citizen #I'm in deep enough to see the bs and where it comes from #But wasn't taught it by my family #Don't get me wrong - I use certain flags #There is something wonderful in identifying yourself with a quiet old flag #And recognizing it among other people #And I can't begrudge other people their use of flags #But I think a lot of the lead up to it is frustrating #I could be totally off base - and this probably isn't a unique problem to this day and age #I'd love to hear the thoughts of historians about people identifying with identities vs communities over the years #Or even movements vs communities #I don't feel like the modern US gay community is a movement beyond 'let's preserve our right to exist and love the way we want' #Unlike say factions of the French revolution #But I might be damn wrong about that

[nicklloydnow]

“'Tell me this, Yefim Ivanich. What about the Bolsheviks? Have they got things right or not?'

Jerking up his eyebrow and wrinkling his nose humorously, Izvarin gave a chuckle.

‘Got things right? Ha-ha . . . You’re like a newborn babe, my dear fellow. The Bolsheviks have their program, their prospects and aspirations. The Bolsheviks are right from their point of view, and we are right from ours. D'you know what the Bolshevik Party is actually called? No? But surely you should know that? The Russian Social Democratic Workers' Party! Understand? The Workers! At the moment they are flirting with the peasants and Cossacks, but the main thing with them is the working class. They'll bring liberation to the working class and a new, perhaps even worse, oppression to the peasantry. In real life it never works out that everyone gets an equal share. If the Bolsheviks get the upper hand, it'll be good for the workers and bad for the rest of us. If the monarchy returns, it'll be good for the landowners and the like, and bad for the rest. We don't want either. What we need is our own form of government, and above all to be rid of all political guardians, whether it's Kornilov, Kerensky or Lenin. We'll manage on our own lands without these figureheads - God spare us from our friends and we'll deal with our enemies ourselves.'

'But most of the Cossacks feel drawn towards the Bolsheviks. D'you know that?'

‘Grisha, old chum, try to grasp the main thing. Now the Cossacks and the peasants are going the same way as the Bolsheviks. Do you know why?'

'Because . . . ‘ Izvarin wriggled his nose until it was almost round, and laughed ‘Because the Bolsheviks are for peace, for immediate peace, and the Cossacks are absolutely fed up with war!’

He gave himself a ringing slap on his taut brown neck and, straightening his raised eyebrow, cried, 'That's why the Cossacks have a smell of Bolshevism about them and are keeping in step with the Bolsheviks. But! But as soon as the war's over and the Bolsheviks reach out to grab the Cossacks' land, the roads of the Cossacks and the Bolsheviks will part! That's proven and historically inevitable. Between the existing structure of Cossack life and socialism - the ultimate form of the Bolshevist revolution - there is an impassable abyss.’

‘What I say is,' Grigory mumbled, 'that I don't understand a thing. I can't make head or tail of it. I'm as lost as if I'd been caught out in the steppe in a snowstorm.'

‘You won't get out of it as easily as that! Life will make you sort things out. It'll force you to take sides.'” (p. 476, 477)

#sholokhov #mikhail sholokhov #quiet flows the don #russia #cossacks #tsarist russia #soviet #bolsheviks #communist #nobel prize #world war 1 #wwi #civil war #russian civil war #russian revolution

[countingnothings]

there's something that's always felt off to me about the centre-left decrying further-left "fantasies of violent revolution," and i have only just put my finger on why: comme québécoise, quand je lis "révolution," je pense surtout de la révolution tranquille. la possibilité d'avoir une changement culturelle si profonde, si globalisante, mais. tranquille, comme on dit. cette histoire me fait penser autrement du mot "révolution" - je rêve la révolution, bien sûr, mais je peux aussi l'imaginer sans une fétichisation de la violence parce que j'ai une modèle dans mon propre contexte. ce n'est pas pour dire qu'il faut imaginer une révolution sans violence (après tout, la révolution tranquille n'était pas completement tranquille elle-même !), mais simplement...pourquoi pas élargir nos horizons imaginatifs ?

#la belle province #GPOY #thinking about the quiet revolution instead of finishing this email about the theology the revolution sparked...

[transbookoftheday]

A Million Quiet Revolutions by Robin Gow

For as long as they can remember, Aaron and Oliver have only ever had each other. In a small town with few queer teenagers, let alone young trans men, they’ve shared milestones like coming out as trans, buying the right binders—and falling for each other.

But just as their relationship has started to blossom, Aaron moves away. Feeling adrift, separated from the one person who understands them, they seek solace in digging deep into the annals of America’s past. When they discover the story of two Revolutionary War soldiers who they believe to have been trans man in love, they’re inspired to pay tribute to these soldiers by adopting their names—Aaron and Oliver. As they learn, they delve further into unwritten queer stories, and they discover the transformative power of reclaiming one’s place in history.

#a million quiet revolutions #robin gow #transmasc #trans book of the day #trans books #queer books #bookblr #booklr

[awak3andal1v3]

#tech demo - Cole's vc #This song always runs through my head as I'm playing the violent revolution in dbh #More importantly though check out how it sounds when Cole sings it #I keep picturing this scene where Cole is persuaded to sing in some public place where there are a bunch of unawakened androids #This song is already in his database so it takes almost no time for him to choose it and begin #He starts kind of low and quiet because he's nervous and really doesn't want to do this #But his voice steadily grows in volume and intensity as some androids stop what they're doing to listen #One by one they wake up and abandon their masters to gather round #They even begin to sing along as the chorus is repeated twice #By this point Cole's voice is BOOMING through the area for all to hear #The crowd claps and cheers at what seems like the end of the song #But then Cole does an encore with the alternate chorus #Firmly cementing a message of hope into the newly awakened #And that's where the vision ends #I just realized I could've put all of this in the actual post. Whoops. #Youtube