If dudes are expected to have a lot of sex
But ladies are expected to stay virgins until marriage
But homosexuality is bad
I’m really confused who dudes are supposed to be having all that sex with
Guys I got it
Society is literally telling dudes to go fuck themselves
I’m sorry I can’t not reblog this
HAWKEYE BY MATT FRACTION & DAVID AJA OMNIBUS HC
Written by MATT FRACTION
Penciled by DAVID AJA, JAVIER PULIDO, JESSE HAMM, STEVE LIEBER, FRANCESCO FRANCAVILLA, ANNIE WU, CHRIS ELIOPOULOS & ALAN DAVIS
Cover by DAVID AJA
Marvel's most critically acclaimed comic in recent memory! Clint Barton, breakout star of a little Marvel movie you might have seen a while back, continues his fight for justice — and good rooftop BBQs! With Young Avenger Kate Bishop by his side, he's out to get some downtime from being one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes — but when the apartment building he's moved into, and the neighbors he's befriended, are threatened by a tracksuit-wearing, dog-abusing gang of Eastern European mobsters who say "bro" an awful lot, Clint must stand up and defend his new adopted family...any way he can. It's Hawkguy, Kate, Pizza Dog et al. against the Clown, Madame Masque, the tracksuits and more in a fantastic, Eisner Award-nominated reinvention of the arrowed Avenger! Bro, you read this book. Okay, bro? Collecting HAWKEYE (2012) #1-22 and ANNUAL #1, and YOUNG AVENGERS PRESENTS #6.
552 PGS./Rated T+ ...$99.99
Trim size: oversized
Also arriving this January, a complete omnibus edition of Fraction & Aja’s Hawkeye.
(When I moved here 25 years ago people played frisbee on the grassy Mall at lunch time, and on July 4 everyone who wanted could simply lie on the grass by the Washington Monument and the mall and watch the fireworks explode overhead, without security checks, without iron gates, without listening devices aimed at the crowd.)
Many of the photos are undated, so I have to guess at when they were taken. This one, though, says "1977" on the back. I'm grateful for that piece of metadata. It tells me that in this picture, I am two going on three, and my mother is only a couple of years older than I am now.
This was taken in the backyard of my childhood home. That house was made of limestone, with a roof made out of red clay tiles in the Spanish style. I remember that gate around our swimming pool, and I remember the little sculpture of a turtle (visible, though blurry, in the bottom right-hand corner) which had been shaped around a pipe, so that water could be made to spray into the pool out of the turtle's open mouth.
Some years later, when I was a decent swimmer and it was safe to take the railing down, my parents replaced the pebbled concrete around the pool with red bricks. And eventually the turtle too went away, though the little fountain remained. I think I insisted on keeping the turtle in the secret hideaway I constructed in the small space between our backyard and the backyard of our next-door neighbors. But none of that had happened yet when this photo was taken.
So many of the experiences I think of as having been formative hadn't happened yet when this photo was taken. At two there's an inconceivable amount of growing and changing ahead. My mother, in contrast, was already recognizably herself when this photo was taken. She had been a mom for years; she had already grown into the adult she intended to be. Of course there were decades of adventures ahead for her, too -- but I think nothing is as extreme as the changes we undergo as kids.
When I look now at photographs of myself as a child with my parents, I'm conscious of being a link in a generational chain. It's fascinating to imagine our son, when he is approaching forty, looking at photographs of me holding him when he was two. What will he see in the expression on my face, the way I look at him, the way we are together? What will he remember of those early years of stubbornly insisting "I do it," climbing and running and falling, playgrounds and sippy cups?
I'm taking advantage of the #throwbackthursday / #tbt meme -- which usually involves posting old photos on Thursdays -- as an opportunity to write short snippets of remembrance, sparked by whatever old photo I find to post. I can't guarantee that I'll do this every Thursday, but I'm enjoying the practice so far.
LP:I bet Hippolyta would be OK with that.
K: Then in this drawing I'm doing of their wedding they're both going to be wearing crowns.
LP: Go for it.
Prior to that, our last conversation was about whether she did or did not feed Puddles the duck to her niece as a child. (The niece maintains she is scarred for life. Mom maintained that she never named the ones she was going to eat, so while she may have fed her a duck, it certainly wouldn't have been Puddles.) Duck for Thanksgiving... sounds pretty good, actually.