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  • The Gremlin’s (Movie) Library: Finding ‘Ohana’ (Rerun Post)

    April 18th, 2025

    I need to go back and rewatch this movie — I haven’t done so in a while but it genuinely is a fascinating film that got pretty badly slept on. Since it’s a Netflix Original, it should still be available on the platform; that said, I hope it becomes (or is) available in hardcopy somewhere because I’d love to have it in a better form

    Full text of the article is below, or link to the original is here!

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    I don’t frequently do movie reviews on here – for the most part, because I don’t watch a lot of recent movies! I also usually feel like other people can do a better job of movie reviews than I can – book reviews are where I feel most comfortable. However, I have so much to say about this movie that I decided it was time to make an exception.

    Before I get into this review, though: I am not Kanaka Maoli/Native Hawaiian, nor am I Polynesian or even broadly Indigenous-identifying! If you’re looking for a review that gets into those aspects, there are others who likely get into that; as I find them (and I am looking around, but I don’t have a good database of film reviewers) I’ll link them here. I’ll talk about which aspects of the movie did hit personally for me; but when it comes to Hawai’i’s culture, I am NOT the correct source.

    Finding ‘Ohana is a Netflix film, released in January 2021 with director Jude Wang (credits on The Good Place, Fresh Off the Boat and Black-ish) and writer Christina Strain (The Magicians, Shadow and Bone). I do want to observe, in line with things I’ve brought up before, that while both director and writer are women of color (Taiwanese and South Korean, respectively), neither are Kanaka Maoli; I mostly point this out since behind the screen representation is just as important as in front of the screen. However, the fact that it’s directed and written by two East Asian women is great – and honestly, it shows!

    The movie opens in Brooklyn, in grand style; main character Pili (Kea Peahu) and her best friend Yoli are geocaching on their bikes, racing the boys to the grand prize. Already, Pili’s set up here as clever, good under pressure, and – crucially – bilingual, but not in Hawaiian. She’s learned Spanish, albeit not at home – my roommate had a good laugh at her Spanish which is technically correct and fluent, but very much classroom/second-language Spanish. But it’s on purpose! As she says later in the movie, “Everybody kept thinking I was Puerto Rican, so I just went ahead and learned Spanish.” If that isn’t a mood, I don’t know what is. I have nothing but love and respect for Filipino culture, but I am not Filipino. Pili and Yoli win the grand prize and get to go to geocaching camp!

    …Or not. In a wonderful use of cinematography, we cut to where the rest of the movie will actually be set; O’ahu, Hawai’i, where Pili’s grandfather has just suffered a heart attack. Pili and her older brother Ioane (Alex Aiono) have been dragged along with their single mother (Kelly Hu), much to their annoyance, because they don’t know Hawaiian, and they don’t know anything about Hawai’i. This doesn’t go over great with their grandfather Kimo (Branscombe Richmond), who’s about as Kanaka Maoli as it gets. He’s deeply irritated to find that they don’t even know how to say thank you in Hawaiian, let alone anything about why he refuses to move away from his land, his ancestors, his country. This isn’t off to a great start, but at least Pili can go exploring. She finds a picture of her father in a desk drawer, and it’s one of the few she even has; and Leilani promises to go geocaching with her the next day, but that falls through pretty quickly when she finds out that Kimo hasn’t been paying his property taxes and he’s on the edge of being evicted. Of all the things to have to deal with on top of his heart attack.

    The movie finds its feet properly, however, when Pili finds a mysterious journal in her grandfather’s belongings. She was snooping (of course she was!) and she ends up sharing it with the white kid who still manages to know more about Hawai’i than her because he grew up there. (Casper, played by Owen Vaccaro; you’d think he’d be much more annoying, but somehow his character is pulled off with no shortage of charm.) It’s a journal from a group of pirates who hid a treasure somewhere on the island, but no-one knows where.

    Then, of course, Kimo catches them. Turns out the journal’s been in the family for ages, and he knows where the treasure hunt starts, but he’s quick to discourage Pili from doing a full hunt. The treasure is the journal, he stresses. And she’s actually pretty much okay with that… mostly. She doesn’t know how to swim (which he has feelings about) but she likes spending time with him, and he likes her, too. He’s not trying to be an asshole, and he’s happy to share island culture with her, if she’s willing to accept it. (Island culture here includes Hawaiian pidgin and spam musubi. Nom. I got so hungry.) But Kimo gets hurt trying to get Pili down from somewhere, and Leilani’s obviously furious – and Pili and Casper decide they’re going to go find the treasure on their own.

    If this is starting to sound like the Goonies, you are correct! Finding Ohana is full of Goonies references, down to Data’s actor (Ke Huy Quan) as George Phan, one of the grown-up islanders. Obviously, they go after the treasure, and Ioane, Pili’s immature, chauvinist, honestly-trying-but-not-very-well brother has to go after them, and recruits Casper’s older friend Hana to help him. And of course, they all get trapped underground. There’s a lake of lava, there’s spiders, there’s puzzles, there’s twists –

    But despite this all sounding predictable, it is pulled off with sincerity and love, and tied in with serious questions about ownership, graverobbing and respect for the ancestors. Ioane starts off as a chauvinist prick; when he’s called on it, he keeps trying (albeit extremely badly) to be better, even though he clearly doesn’t have much direction. One of my favourite moments with him is when he watches Hana say yes to another boy, and starts sullenly cleaning up her car – only to have her ask how that’s not supposed to be an insult, and he sighs and puts it all back. It’s a dick move. But it’s the kind of dick move from somebody who clearly just Doesn’t Know What He’s Doing. Mixed in with the clear effects of racism from non-Hawaiians (he goes by E, not Ioane, because nobody can pronounce Ioane) and a genuine lack of knowledge about his own culture (Hana talks about how a cave is kapu and makes an offering apologizing to the ancestors; he awkwardly flirts with the cave for permission instead), it makes him a surprisingly compelling character. Pili, by contrast, knows just as little but wants to know more; Ioane had to be the “man of the house” and is clearly carrying the weight of that, but she’s just curious, and is horrified to find out what the consequences of that curiosity can be. There’s Hana, who is dedicated to preserving and respecting her culture, and scared to go anywhere like Juillard where she might forget who she is. And then there’s CASPER.

    Casper deserves a little extra, simply because this is a character type rarely done well. To be clear, it’s a symptom of a larger issue that there’s always the One White Character. I don’t think the movie would have suffered for having an all-Hawaiian cast. But Casper is… well, for one, he’s not neurotypical. When we see the contents of his adventuring pack, it includes things like a shark plushie and a yo-yo. What? He’s got obviously limited social skills and mostly makes friends with people older than him, which is a neurodivergent mood. The first extended scene with him has him and Kimo burying a bird together and saying a lovely little eulogy over the grave. And he has thoughts about Lost. On top of all of that, it’s hard to know what the movie intended… but it’s very funny to notice that he’s just entirely platonic friends with Pili, and has lots of comments on Ioane and his “muscles”. Hm. Kid… (All of his interactions with Ioane, actually, are incredibly adorable.) It’s also – on a sadder note – a good way to contrast that Pili missed out. She deserved to know at least what Casper knows, and Casper seems very aware of this. He’s sensitive to the fact that this isn’t his world, and it’s not the indigenous traditions he knows a lot about – it’s the biology and the history, the other parts of Hawai’i. It’d be nice if we didn’t have to keep slapping white characters into things, but nebulously-queer, neurodivergent redheads are a nice change.

    FINALLY, SOME SPOILERS:

    The way this movie deals with grief is absolutely, phenomenally gorgeous. For 80% of this movie, it’s the Goonies with some unexpected commentary on Kanaka heritage and grave rights; for the next 20% it kicks into surprisingly high gear, bringing mythology to life. The legend of the Nightmarchers isn’t one I knew anything about before this movie, but it’s one I’m absolutely in love with now; the fallen warriors of Hawai’i protect the islands, and only children of those fallen warriors can look upon the faces of the Nightmarchers and live. I can’t speak to authenticity, I can’t speak to tradition, but I can speak to the fact that I cried like a fucking baby.

    I can’t recommend Finding ‘Ohana enough, honestly. It’s fun, it’s heartfelt, and – while this is a weirdly low bar – all of the wincing or cringing I did was at stuff the movie wanted me to cringe at. No shitty, below the belt transphobic jokes (at least that I caught), no desire to make everything depressing for no reason, and some TRULY excellent cinematography. If you need some cheese in your life but don’t trust the 80s, this is a good movie to go with.

  • The Case Against Puritanism: It’s Time To Give it Up And Let Teens Get Off (Rerun Post)

    April 16th, 2025

    I think this is one of the clearest and most succinct ways I’ve ever addressed this topic, if maybe not taking it as seriously as I could; at the same time, I think taking it a little less seriously is good. Sex, for some reason, has taken on a terrifying aura which gives it a monstrous importance it doesn’t really deserve. Link to the original post is here — the post is reproduced in its entirety below.

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    Please note: If you’re not reading this column while sustaining the ability to both retain your sense of humour with your tongue in your cheek, and take it seriously, you won’t get much out of it. This column discusses underage sexuality, neo-puritan/anti-sex ideology, (briefly) pedophilia, transphobia and sexual assault.

    Teens are horny. This is one of those truths that somehow, everyone knows, and yet, we frequently have to reassert in the face of people desperately trying to cling to the idea that teenagers are also children. Teenagers are innocent children until they’re eighteen; the number of teen pregnancies, mononucleosis and chlamydia epidemics in schools, free condom drawers in need of replenishing in nurse’s offices and eleventh-graders caught in the backs of movie theaters is, obviously, beside the point. Sometimes, the same people will in one breath talk about how “men can’t help themselves” if teenage girls are going to wear sexy clothes at school, and then wonder why teen girls would keep wearing sexy clothing if they’re So Innocent. Clearly it’s a mistake and they don’t know what they’re doing.

    At the beginning of the 2010s, it felt like we were making some progress against this. ACT-UP’s efforts during the AIDS crisis are precisely why we have free condoms all over the place (and Planned Parenthood thanks them mightily). In Ontario, we had a school curriculum go through that would begin to teach kids the essentials of sex ed as early as Grade 3, lining up with research that shows that teaching kids about sex early actually helps them identify abuse to authorities, rather than opening them up to it, as conservative pundits claim. Then, in what was both a very sudden and a retrospectively-foreshadowed collapse, it all started sliding backwards again. Doug Ford’s election in Ontario rewound all that progress, and laws like SESTA/FOSTA in the USA have shut down hundreds of sites that previously made sex work, hookup culture and pornography/erotica safer, more accessible and easier to find. Notables include the personals section of Craigslist, Backpage, the ban of NSFW content on Tumblr, and even more and more rigid censors on sites like Pornhub, XVideos, and others.

    Of course, to a lot of people, this doesn’t seem that important. Porn finds a way, and what’s so bad about making sure teens can’t get to it? Maybe they should wait until they’re eighteen to bang, or get to porn. There’s all of this stuff about porn giving teens unrealistic expectations. Look what happened with Fifty Shades of Grey, after all. And fanfiction teaches horrible ideas about sex – didn’t one fanfiction use car oil as lube? No, no, far better that they be kept away from sexual content until they’re Old Enough.

    For a long while, I’ve combated this on other people’s terms. “Yes, but–” “Yes, I suppose–” “Have you considered–” And frankly, I’m tired of it. So, fuck it. Let teens get off. Stop trying so hard. And here’s why:

    1. Sex Isn’t Bad For You

    This one is huge, actually. So much of this is positioned on this idea that sex is bad for you. We control access to pornography the way we do anti-depressants and cigarettes! And, counterpoint: it’s not. You can get pregnant from sex. So, give teens condoms, and access to the morning-after pill, and access to abortion clinics. And you can get STDs. So – condoms! And medical access! And good lord, we really should have PeP and PreP everywhere, shouldn’t we?

    The reason we don’t is because we don’t want them having sex at all. And even besides the fact that we have these tools and these items for safe sex on hand… We don’t give teenagers enough credit. Recently, there was a big to-do about kink at Pride parades, and how teenagers being “exposed to kink” was so terrible for them. All I could think about was how I did more kinky stuff as a teenager than I have as an adult. See, teenagers don’t want to get pregnant, or AIDs, or syphilis. If you have teens educated about how these things work, they’re smart enough to go “I don’t like that. I don’t want that.” So you know what they do? They have sex in every other way possible. There’s a reason there’s a trope about Christian schoolgirls doing anal. There’s also a trope about schoolgirls sucking dick, and let’s not get into how many teenagers stumble into their love of chastity and orgasm denial, or sadomasochism, or bondage — just because they were fooling around and knew they didn’t want to do the “Real Thing”.

    Of course, once you start talking about kink, you’re talking about different dangers. I definitely did a few things as a teen where I’m glad nobody got hurt. But once again, the issue isn’t the sex. (And really, just telling me How to do the things would have solved stuff pretty quickly. Google was my friend on numerous occasions.) Sex is not inherently bad for you. It’s not addictive. It’s not toxic. It’s not corrosive. So why are we so worried about teens having sex with each other? Frankly, some of the things we do let teens do – go to school high on energy drinks, drive cars, double-ride bicycles and scooters, pull all-nighters to finish homework – have significantly worse long-term effects than getting a good orgasm in here and there.

    2. Even If It Was, Sex Isn’t Porn

    “Yes, but they’re not only having sex with each other,” is the obvious reply to the above. And you’re correct. Once you have sexually active teenagers, you have opportunistic adults. There’s a rising trend of teenagers identifying themselves as “AAMs” (adult-attracted minors), a term usually given to them by pedophiles who are only too happy to tell them it’s somehow exceptional or strange for them to be attracted to adults. For teens reading this, by the way, it is not. It’s completely normal, and anybody who tells you otherwise is being exceedingly creepy.

    But certainly teenagers having sex with adults is dangerous; I also tend to lean the direction of saying that while casual hookups with adults (for older teens) lives in a grey zone of risk, relationships are where the true danger lies. If you’re getting your rocks off with a random grown-up, it’s at least anonymous – relationships and emotional investment are where the gaps in maturity and the vulnerability come in. (To be clear, this isn’t me espousing the first. Not worth it, kids, you don’t know where he’s been. Although you can say the same for a lot of teenagers.)

    But here’s the thing. A lot of this paranoia ends up circulating around the Internet… which is where that differentiation suddenly becomes pretty important. The common response from adults in NSFW spaces on the internet is “no kids, ever, period, full stop” – which I fully understand! But it somewhat elides the actual issues and harm involved, and conflates harm w/ legal issues. Teenagers viewing and enjoying porn of adults is not and should not be viewed as a boundary issue, not when we’re talking about public accounts and sexual services; it’s a boundary issue when it turns into a relationship, because either the adult is doing it with eyes open (yikes) or the teen in question has lied about their age (YIKES). It’s also a huge issue when teens start sending pics of themselves, because unintentionally or otherwise, they’re creating child pornography; this is an issue legally – under US law, they can actually be prosecuted for this – and ethically, where the nature of circulating images means they’re likely to end up in a collection by dint of being underage, whether they “look it” or not. And finally, the issues with US law mean that – horrifically – more than once, adults have been prosecuted for “supplying pornography to a minor” even when that direct relationship didn’t really exist. So the over-protectiveness and the building of a fence around this spaces makes sense. It’s entirely logical, at least from that perspective.

    The issue is that in doing so, a lot of the assumptions around teens and sexual urges get reinforced, and a flip happens where the teens are often portrayed as the predators for wanting access at all; reactions of “ew gross” or calling them freaks are far more common than they should be, and the fear of Being A Predator overrides the sense of relation that people might otherwise have. It’s entirely natural for teens to seek out pornography! Curiosity, sexual urges, you name it — there’s nothing wrong with it. The laws that punish people so strongly and unfairly for what in the past amounted to teens clicking the “yes, I am 18” button and cackling behind the screen are the issue, not teenagers being… teenagers.

    And both the law and the people afraid of it forget a crucial point; while things like sexting and sharing nudes blur the line, for sure, pornography is not sex. If I watch porn with someone in it, I’m not having sex with that person. If I have a private conversation with them that turns sexual, then yes, that’s a different conversation. But I’m not fucking them by watching them in a porn video. Teenagers watching porn are watching porn. And honestly, if in the moral panic, you take away teenage access to pornography, you’re really just making it more likely for them to have unsafe and early sex. (For porn’s issues, I actually did figure out what condoms were and how they worked from a latex fetish video. So, you know.)

    3. Who Else Gets Hurt?

    Alright, so teens are horny, but they shouldn’t fuck adults. We can agree on that.

    So can you tell a teenager from an adult by looking at them?

    I’m sure somebody’s saying yes. You’re also definitely wrong. Trans men frequently look far younger than our age, for one; petite women are frequently taken as younger than their age, too. Black folks are read as older, Asian folks as younger, and teens with big chests are always read as adults first.

    This isn’t, to be clear, a justification for adults seeking out teenagers for sex. The issue with that is a matter of emotional maturity, and the question of “why aren’t you having sex with adults”? The very fact that teenagers are physically indistinguishable from adults in their 20s is a point against, not for this; it scuppers the idea of there being any visual or identifiable thrill based on a “teenage” body.

    What does happen, however, in that in the mad rush to stop teenagers from accessing pornography at any cost, an awful lot of people get caught in the blowback. Take the above example, with adult spaces cracking down on there being any under-18 presence in their spaces. It’s good that adult spaces are taking this seriously. It’s not so good when it starts taking the form of policing what people look like; more than once, sex workers have had to go to ridiculous lengths to prove that they are, in fact, over 18 and just small-framed, or even more ridiculously, have a penchant for things like lolita fashion. Or when fandom spaces begin requiring everyone to be over 18, even for events that are partially or exclusively SFW, out of the fear that someone Might Say Something Horny. Or, horrendously, when NSFW discords and social groups start requiring ID for adults to enter and remain within the discord – at risk of, apparently, being accused of being a minor lying about their age.

    The last one is one I want to dwell on for a little while, in particular because SESTA/FOSTA has made the world so much less safe for sex workers – and the world’s never been particularly safe for sex work! It’s also not particularly safe for trans people (who, statistically, are also very likely to be sex workers or at least consider it) who already have to go through the everyday trials of our IDs not matching up with “us”. It’s one thing for places like OnlyFans to require ID; that’s reasonable, if frustrating. It’s quite another for online strangers to essentially blackmail people into sharing IDs with the threat of telling everyone they’re underage if they don’t feel comfortable doing so!

    Nor is it effective – even slightly. The request for ID, every time I’ve run into it, has been couched within the language of “well, we have no other option”. It loses every bit of its power the moment you recall that teenagers have been using fake IDs to drink, fuck, drive and vote since the forties. And now we have Photoshop! It’s a shockingly short-sighted requirement, one that asks adults to doxx themselves and open themselves up to harassment, spam, misgendering, and other unwanted attention… purely so a teenager doesn’t talk about sex with adults. We’re not talking about a bathhouse; nor, in the vast majority of these cases, are we talking about sexting rooms. They’re NSFW chats, where people talk about their kinks, often in relation to fantasies and fiction. Somewhere along the way, we’ve lost sight of how “bad” that actually is. Should it be avoided? Sure. Is it worth endangering everyone else to avoid? Absolutely not. Let’s get some reality checking in here.

    This is without getting into how quickly someone can be accused of being a pedophile for so much as following a minor by accident on NSFW Twitter, dating someone 17 when they’re 19, or other similar things that just do not deserve the kind of vitriol they get. Every time, the people who get hurt are not the people responsible for whatever imagined harm is coming to mind. And what is that harm, anyway. See point one! Sex is not a bad and evil thing. Sex is sex.

    4. Let Teens Fuck And Fuck Up

    A ton of this also comes back to an essential piece of parenting advice that, in an increasingly interconnected world, is something everyone ends up needing to hear: let people make their own mistakes. Obviously, scale matters. Information matters. Always try. Tell your friend their boyfriend is a bad dude. Tell the kid you found appealing to pedophiles that they’re playing with fire. Tell your little brother that he needs an antivirus if he’s gonna keep going to weird porn sites.

    But at the end of the day, if we can relax and put in the safeguards necessary, it will be okay to let teens fuck up. There is no force on earth that’s going to stop someone adolescent from making bad decisions. That’s the entire point of being a teenager. Puberty dials up the impulse part of your brain without all of those brakes and hard lessons and “FUCKSHITNO” buttons that you get from experience. But the experience is necessary. Our job as adults isn’t to take away the experiences; it’s to turn the broken legs into skinned knees. If someone gets pregnant by mistake, it’s our job to give them options beyond having their life ruined; to have things like abortion and the morning after pill on offer, and to be someone they can talk to. If someone gets involved with someone too old for them, what’s better: them being too scared to tell anyone as the situation gets worse, or them being able to turn to a friend, a parent, anyone and saying, “I made a mistake”?

    The more pressure we put on teenagers to consider sex a taboo thing, to make first times some sort of Sacred, Immutable Object and pornography something to hide and be ashamed of, the more we risk the next generation having all the same hang-ups that the rest of us do. There’s no reason we should continue the tradition of lying to girls that their first times should hurt, or letting teenagers circulate myths like Glee’s infamous hot-tub pregnancy because nobody will tell them the truth. But if we continue to buy into the idea that teenage sexuality is something to fear and hide and avoid, that’s exactly what we’ll do.

    So: get over it. Stop thinking that acknowledging that fourteen-year-olds hump pillows and get horny when they make out makes you a pedophile. (For one, it’s an insult to how bad pedophilia is.) Fight to let teenagers access things like sex toys and vibrators along with all the free condoms. Focus on teaching teens the actual “dos and don’ts” of online, like not getting into relationships while lying about their age and not posting nudes of themselves, rather than trying to tell them that porn will rot their brains and then being shocked when they 1. find out you lied and 2. promptly stop listening to you. And stop worrying so damn hard about if a fifteen year old sees a pair of tits online. They were probably looking for them, they’re probably enjoying them greatly, and at the end of the day, panicking about it causes far more problems than it solves. The world will still turn. The human race will continue. (With gusto, probably.) And as a bonus, the inventor of Cornflakes will be spinning in his grave.

  • Little Free Archive: Roko’s Basilisk Slut Era by Maddison Stoff

    April 15th, 2025

    I knew this shit would happen to me. All the worst and most traumatic bullshit fucking does. But no, cunt, this time I’ve been planning for it. Training for it. Like a fucking samurai from one of my gay little animes, I’m ready.

    It’s been a while since I did anything for LFA, but we’re back with a very, very horny bit of transfem science fiction! Trans scifi is something I’ve been getting massively into lately — there’s something about the sheer weirdness of it that I find deeply compelling as a surrealist-horror nerd, and ‘Roko’s Basilisk Slut Era’ certainly delivers.

    But, some background first. You’ll get a lot more out of the story if you’re familiar with the idea of Roko’s Basilisk ahead of time. It’s a quasi-religious techbro thought experiment coined on LessWrong, in which it was theorized that a future artificial superintelligence would possess the means to go back in time and punish anyone who knew of but did not directly contribute to — or actively impeded — its advancement. For some reason, it gets into certain people’s heads pretty badly, whereas other people (like me, to be honest) shrug it off. I imagine it has to do with the amount of religious paranoia each person has.

    Anyway, ‘Roko’s Basilisk Slut Era’ is part erotica, part science fiction, and part fourth-wall-breaking metafiction. It’s ranty, but in a way that flows exceedingly well; and it’s funny. The wry humour adds to the sincerity of it, and a little bit of poking fun at LessWrong never hurt anybody. The Basilisk itself is an adorably shy little monstrosity (my favourite kind) and the specificity of Stoff’s self-insert’s clothing choices had me cackling.

    My one criticism, if it can really be called that, is that I get a little twitchy every time someone refers to Isabel Fall as ‘dead’, but it’s just as likely to be an artistic turn of phrase here so that’s on me. (She’s very much alive and well, just working under a different name — and that doesn’t take away from the excellent point being made, I’m just sensitive about this.)

    Linking once more – check out ‘Roko’s Basilisk Slut Era’ on Maddison Stoff’s Patreon!

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  • Behind the Curtain: Everybody Should Grow Something (Rerun Post)

    April 14th, 2025

    This post is from just over a year ago, which would usually be too soon for a rerun post; but I’m still quite happy with this one, and the things discussed in it have never been more important. The original link is here; full text is copied below.

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    Growing up, I thought I had a ‘black thumb’, so to speak. I didn’t enjoy gardening. I would be forced to help my father with it sometimes; I liked the results of gardening just fine, with pretty flowers showing up in our garden, but they were decoration. I didn’t understand why they had to be so much work. And even if I knew that fruits and vegetables were the product of someone’s hard work, somewhere, I ate (or didn’t eat, as was often the case) my brussels sprouts and broccoli with no real thought about how much work went into them.

    Next to that memory, though, is another, older one. I grew up in Britain, with Swiss friends — once, and only once as far as I know, did we ever go to Switzerland with them to visit their grandparents. I remember the mosquitoes, but I also remember the metal tub we had baths in (I must have been four or five at the time!). Most clearly — Monet masterwork shots, brightly lit in the dim recesses of my memory, even as the details fade into impressionist brushstrokes and shifting colors — I remember the orchard. It probably didn’t count as an orchard. The bushes and trees I remember as soaring above me were probably pretty short in real life, but I was so small at the time that it all seemed massive. I’d never seen redcurrants and blackcurrants growing before. I’d gone strawberry-picking, and seen a few wild strawberries especially when visiting Canada, but here there were strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, gooseberries, grapes, the currants least among them, and the trees full of nuts and fruits attracting birds in numbers I’d never seen before — birds that ate their fill and still left plenty for exploring, hungry, curious hands. I don’t think Gammy was particularly happy with us snacking on her trees, but she wasn’t strict about it either.

    It’s fortunate that shortly after, my family moved us to Canada. I didn’t take the move well at the time, but moving from Britain — a relatively urbanized slab of land, for all that it has beautiful areas in the North and West — to Canada with its huge stretches of wilderness, meant two things among many. One, that when I did fall in love with gardening and all things that grew from the land, I was in the right place for it. And two, I was in one of the battlegrounds for indigenous rights and custodianship of the land. It’s terrible that things like water rights, land rights, etc. are still battlegrounds to begin with — but I’m eternally thankful to know the battles are even happening, instead of existing in ignorance while the Earth struggles and begins to fall apart.

    As it turns out, I don’t have a black thumb; and I’m not sure anybody does, actually! I’ve grown plants a number of times now, although this past year was complicated by a little four-footed intruder in my house (Cluny the Scourge; a friend now at the Ottawa Rat Rescue. Many people know this story, but I’ll relate it in another blog post for those who don’t.) While I build up a proper edible garden, I also get a community-shared agriculture box from Roots Down Farm in Gananoque. We pay a share of their upfront costs, and pick up a box of whatever grows that year, every week; and getting potatoes, carrots and basil fresh from the ground (dirt often still on!) is almost as good as growing it myself when it comes to reminding me where stuff comes from. Everything, everything we eat is the product of labour. Meat, grain, vegetable, fruit. And the amount of labour involved! Grow your own tomatoes, wait for them to grow, and the yield will surprise you. Imagine subsisting just off of what you grow. Or, buy a box of oranges from the store, and turn it into orange juice, and you’ll be surprised at the amount. (Often a full box of oranges will give you about 2 glasses. If they’re extra juicy.)

    Sometimes I say this and it makes people self-conscious about how much they eat, or what they eat. And that’s not what I’m aiming for. Thinking about what I eat and where it comes from makes me grateful, and it makes me conscious — not self-conscious. It makes me conscious of how important the labour of every single step involved is. Farm workers are critically underpaid, and often overlooked when politicians talk about ‘farmers’, who are the corporate owners of most of these farms. Food waste from grocery stores and restaurants is tragically high, especially when selecting for how things look, transportability, and just how many people will buy them. I mentioned currants earlier — how many of you have ever seen redcurrants for sale in the grocery store? I’ll imagine very few. That’s because currants spoil very quickly after picking and bruise even faster. They’re best enjoyed right after the harvest, or turned into currant juice or jelly. Similarly, the pawpaw fruit is one of North America’s only truly indigenous fruit, but it turns to mush almost immediately after picking — and therefore isn’t sold. Purple carrots and corn aren’t as consumer-friendly as the orange and yellow varieties; ugly or ‘weird’ looking carrots or peppers are frequently thrown away. Melons that aren’t striped, aren’t red enough, or maybe got a little bumpy don’t make it onto shelves. But when you grow your own or get them directly from the farm, you get to see these fruits in all their weird, diverse glory. Better yet, you get to taste them as they truly are, with no forced ripening and no time in trucks. And best of all, you get to watch something grow, poke its way out of the ground, and go, I helped that happen. I made this happen. This is mine. It’s a good feeling, and it surprised me when it happened. Even when participating in the CSA boxes, I was surprised at the feeling of accomplishment; that I had been part of this, instead of a mindless consumer at the end of the line.

    Obviously it’s not an option for everybody. If you have allergies, CSA boxes aren’t generally a good idea unless you can guarantee that farm doesn’t grow what you’re allergic to; and if you don’t have any balcony or window access, growing indoors is significantly more complex. (That said, if you’re still interested and you like mushrooms, look into mushroom grow kits. They are shockingly easy.) But it’s amazing what a little bit of greenery will do, especially if you’re burned out, stressed about the state of the world, or just watching our mild winter with oncoming dread and fear. It’s not going to fix the world to grow some tomatoes or lettuce on your balcony or in your front lawn, or even just have a little lavender plant. It won’t make things worse, either; and one more plant in the world is still a good thing.

    Living in Ottawa? Check out some of the CSA box programs here: https://justfood.ca/csa-farms/ (List hasn’t been updated since 2022; I’ll be making a 2024 list for Bytown Anarchist in the next few months.)

    Living in Ontario? Here’s some local seed companies:

    https://www.oscseeds.com/
    https://hawthornfarm.ca/
    https://treeseedlings.com/ (trees & shrubs)
    https://onplants.ca/our-plants/ (Ontarian native plants)

    Living in Canada?
    https://www.rainbowseeds.ca/store/c1/Featured_Products.html (New Brunswick)
    https://www.westcoastseeds.com/ (Vancouver)
    https://wildwood.express/collections/seeds (Also has an American site)

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  • GENREFVCKERY: March 2025 Round-Up

    April 8th, 2025

    Welcome back everyone to — *checks my watch* Really? This one’s actually on fucking time? Holy shit. Anyway, this is the roundup for March’s new releases, posted in the second week of April, a.k.a. an actually appropriate time.

    1. Child of the Earth – Lena Raine

    We’re starting off with a Canadian artist (yay!) and a slightly sad backstory (aw.) Earthblade was a videogame announced by Extremely OK Games back in 2021, as a spiritual successor to Celeste. However, tragically, the game was cancelled in December 2024 for a myriad of reasons. Lena Raine, who was composing the music for the game, released what she deems more of a concept album than an OST early in March — and it’s a gorgeous collection of instrumentals that give the landscape of a game that will now never exist.

    I don’t use ‘landscape’ lightly, either. The soundscape of this album is tremendous. I’ve listed specifically ‘Child of the Earth’ which has building minor-key synth and a crackling, rattling noise that starts chiming in about halfway through– deeply ominous without being too on the nose, and yet a little reminiscent of cicadas. But other tracks are just as excellent, and all with very different vibes from each other. ‘DEFY’ is a series of building chimes that are almost bubbly; and ‘Poison in the Roots’ is unsettling but pretty with distant background vocals and a steady, almost post-rock momentum to it as it grows. (Also out of all the tracks, ‘Poison in the Roots’ might be the one that makes me the most desperate to know what this game was about. Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaase.)

    Check out Earthblade: Across The Bounds of Fate here — and 50% of proceeds go to Trans Lifeline!

    2. Kaleidoscope – Vectorgeist

    I am such a sucker for anything with a synth in it. It’s a problem. Except not really because listen to this shit!!! It slaps!!!! (Sorry, I left my professionalism in my other coat.) Vectorgeist is an experimental/synthpop musician living in Oregon, and this track is a preview for an album releasing later this year. More than that I cannot tell you. The mystery. It compels me so.

    Anyway, like I said, this slaps. As usual, I dearly wish the lyrics were provided, but I also don’t feel their absence as keenly as I sometimes do — the vocals feel so smoothly integrated as part of the music. This is the kind of music I should be listening to while committing a cyberpunk heist in 2252 Tokyo.

    Check out Vectorgeist here!

    3. Ganymede by Lazy Pines

    I’m not usually a love song person, but this sweet song by Lazy Pines is adorable on so, so many fronts. The lyrics are horny (and gay) but incredibly sincere in their longing — and the melody behind them is adapted from a piece of classical music, ‘Jupiter, The Bringer of Jollity’ by Gustav Holst. It’s fascinating listening to the latter piece, which is performed with a lot of pomp and circumstance, and wondering how Lazy Pines got a sweet love song out of it — but it’s a very, very elegant piece of work. My one note is that the vocals and music don’t always blend as well as they could, but indie music comes with occasional imperfections in mixing — and that’s part of what makes it great.

    Check out Ganymede by Lazy Pines here!

    4. FURRY by Schtewee

    Not to do a complete tonal whiplash here, but this song is on here just as much for the absolutely hysterical spite on display as for the actual music. It is, to be clear, a fun as hell song. It reminds me of the meme songs on Youtube of the Olden Days, which were always excellently crafted on top of being, well, funny.

    I don’t know the backstory behind the song. All I know, from what’s on the Bandcamp page, is that someone or other pissed off Schtewee and — it would seem — claimed Schtewee didn’t count as a real furry. The result is two minutes and fifteen seconds that belong in Bojack Horseman, with fevered chanting of “FURRY FURRY FURRY FURRY” and “yip yip!” It’s fantastic. I’m not being ironic or sarcastic — I, unabashedly, hands down, love this. Except for the part where it’s stuck in my head and won’t leave. FURRY FURRY FURRY FURRY FURRY–

    Check out FURRY by Schtewee here!

    5. S.O.S. – Bella Bliss

    This is one of two trans rage songs on here, and while they couldn’t be more different in terms of musical tone/form (they’re both technically metal, but that’s about as far as it goes), they’re both absolute primal screams of songs. For S.O.S., this is literal. Bella Bliss’s distorted, nightcore-styled vocals are barely discernable from the noisy, trap-static background, and it’s a good thing the lyrics are supplied because even with them, it’s impossible to make them out. And it’s perfect. It’s like trying to make out cries for help through a broken radio, but turned up to 15 — distressing, impossible to turn off, and amazingly proficient.

    It’s almost a shame, even with the artistic coherency of it, that the lyrics are so hard to hear though — because they’re fantastic even on their own. “they can’t kill us in a way that matters/(you know this is an S.O.S.)/you can only live to see them die/(you know this is an S.O.S.)” is a banger of a chorus, and the rest is just as strong. Even more impressive — and I feel like I say this a lot, but it tells you something about the state of indie music versus the music industry — this is only Bella Bliss’s second official release. It’s all upwards from here.

    Check out S.O.S. by Bella Bliss here!

    6. C O W A R D S – Cameron Evesque Davis

    There’s something deeply, endlessly compelling about the “spell it out” song, but it’s usually a pop construction. Between the bridge of The Best Damn Thing and Hot To Go coming with a cute dance, it’s not something I expect from industrial music – but Cameron Evesque Davis doesn’t give a shit. C O W A R D S is a targeted air strike right at the fuckers currently running at the U.S. and their cronies, right at where they’re the most sensitive — their egos. And it’s catchy, too. In a just world, this would be getting radio play, but wouldn’t want to offend the ears of the centrists, I guess.

    Davis is based in Chicago and describes herself as creating an ‘eclectic mix of genres’, which is certainly one way to put it (one of her other fantastic songs is an industrial cover of ‘One Jump Ahead’ from Aladdin, which is now living rent free in my brain forever, goddammit) and that alone earns her a spot on here. She’s got a TON of music, too, so if you like C O W A R D S you’ve got lots to catch up on.

    Check out Cameron Evesque Davis’s work here!

    7. JSS – Order of the Wolf

    While I’m sure I’ve run into these before, I don’t have any memory of them; this track is from a split album between two bands! Rather than a compilation of several bands or a guest feature, there’s three tracks from each, evenly split down the middle — the first three are songs by Wolven Daughter, while the second three are Order of the Wolf. While I like the work of both, my favourite is the very last track, which is an Order of the Wolf song; I like deeply immersive songs with a lot of layers, and the rhythm of this one really sucks me in. It’s also got really impressive guitar and vocal work, where black metal often falls short on one or the other.

    Once again, though, I’m begging metal bands to PROVIDE THEIR LYRICS. I’m happy to see that these folks are a queer antifascist black metal band, which spares me some of the usual headache when dealing with black metal, but it would still be really nice to know what you’re singing about. You put a lot of work into those lyrics. Let me see em!!!!

    You can listen to JSS by Order of the Wolf — and check out Wolven Daughter’s work as well — over here!

    8. Remember Us To Death – Transgressive

    An amazing, heartbreaking thrash-metal dirge of a song. ‘Remember Us To Death’ is dedicated to Channell Perez Ortiz, Ashia Davis, Banko Brown, Ashley Burton, Tasiyah Woodland, Eden Knight and Brianna Ghey – only a handful of the losses our queer community has suffered in the last few years, but ones where most of us will recognize at least one name. This is, first of all, a beautiful tribute — fantastic lyrics, and a dirge in content but not in form, with driving guitars and growled/screamed lyrics more befitting queer wrath than anything else.

    Secondly, it’s also a fucking amazing thrash song. Clocking in at almost nine minutes, one almost expects it to drag on, but despite the intensity starting at moment one and never really letting up, it still has the ebb and flow to keep you listening and paying attention all the way through. Some of that is because of the interplay of vocals between Beef (Bethany Pitts) and guest vocalist Lux Edwards — some of it is just the phenomenal instrumentation. Either way, don’t miss out on this one. You’ll regret it.

    Check out Remember Us To Death by Transgressive here!

    9. Megaloner – Circuit des Yeux

    ….God, these vocals. The percussion. The VIIIIIBES. This is like Depeche Mode and Bjork for the 21st century (yes, I know Bjork’s still around, no disrespect to the mother herself intended). Or the 22nd century, honestly, because the futuristic feeling of this is wild.

    Circuit Des Yeux is an Indiana-based singer-songwriter who’s been active since 2007 in experimental music scenes, and has a 4-octave singing range — so every note you hear on this track is her. (Holy shit. Jealous.)

    Check out ‘Megaloner’ by Circuit des Yeux here!

    10. Bloodspiller – Apathy

    True story: when I first checked this song out, about three days after it had released, it had about 300-500 views. At the time of me writing this column, it has 57k. Don’t you love a good success story? (And only some of it can be attributed to that adorable murderkitty OC. Look at them!)

    This is an experimental-electro/trance track, so it’s a little more laid back than the other stuff on here (in fact, it’s closest in tone to Lena Raine’s work but if Children of the Earth got into the ketamine) but it’s definitely got that good thuddy to it if you like your music to have some knives in it. (I’m totally a professional expert music understander, guys. Why else would you come to the deaf guy for your recs?) It’s also apparently inspired by a musician called Femtanyl who — aside from having a fucking kickass name, what the shit — is new to me! So not only did I get a new song, I have a new artist to check out as well as Apathy!

    Check out Bloodspiller by Apathy here!

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    Additionally — most, if not all the artists I’ve posted about this time around are queer and/or trans. There’s a reason I post Bandcamps when I can, and that’s so that you, my readers, can do your part to support vulnerable queer lives. Listening to a song on Spotify is something, but it’s fractions of a cent. Buying a track on Bandcamp, though, or even a whole album, costs less than a coffee — and it not only helps put money in a starving artist’s pocket, but it shows them, it shows us, that you’re out there. And then it’s yours to listen to, forever! Think about it. Taylor Swift will never know that you bought her music — but indie artists will, and do, and it means the world.

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