AuthorRhyse Curtis

Dysphoria

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Graphic art of a watercolor-style trans flag, with the upper blue stripe dripping down the stripes underneath and off the flag

“The aim of this month’s posts is to interrogate our need to reconstruct our bodies, minds, and identities to fit the cultural standards of who and what we should be.” — Natalie El-Eid, “New Year, New You … True You?,” January 8, 2019 Write something, Write something, Write anything,Write About bodies, about my body, about a new year body full of hopeFull of Shame —...

Winter Break

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A photo of a corner nook in a pub. Two winged-back leather chairs are pulled up to a carved round table with food and a candle on it. A fireplace glows beside them, with a mirror over it reflecting a simple chandelier. Behind the chairs are equal rows and columns of framed sketches.

Greetings and Seasonal Salutations, Readers, As the holidays rapidly approach, currently commence, or in some cases, recently close, the graduate students who staff this e-pub are taking some time to write our end of semester papers, grade student work, and share the season with friends and family. We’ve had a great school year so far, with a series of fantastic contributions. In September, Wil...

How We Talk about Trauma: Gaslight and the Importance of Maintaining a Bi-focal Critical View

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[7-10 minute read] Recently, my coursework on Hollywood Melodrama engaged me with reading portions of Helen Hanson’s book, Hollywood Heroines: Women in Film Noir and the Female Gothic Film.[1] This text represents an amazing work of scholarship, connecting well-researched critical feminist histories, studies in the formation of literary and filmic genres, and close-readings of the narrative...

Scholarship and Affect: Merging Critical and Fan Identities

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[7-10 minute read] Take an adventure with me through my affective and critical experiences with a few texts I encountered during my first year and a half of my Ph.D. program: ***** I am sitting in the theatre in the last showing of the night for Star Wars: Rogue One. I have just come from my house where I have been drinking a bit of wine with friends. I am happily relaxed after a rather arduous...

“What more does the Traveler want of Me?”: Destiny 2, Ghaul, and the Sci-Fi Villain

[7-10 minute read] As its title screen fades to black, Destiny 2 (2017) sets itself up to follow the familiar science fiction trope of moral disambiguation. After destroying the last vestiges of human society on the planet, the new villain of the series – the not so subtly named Ghaul – has just thrown your player avatar off a hovering space craft to plummet toward earth. His final words to you...

Monster and Men Part II: Healing Toxic Masculinity, Disney’s new Beast

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!Spoilers for Disney’s new live-action Beauty and the Beast follow! Last week, I discussed Gaston from Disney’s new live-action version of Beauty and the Beast. I was interested in how the film makes space to complicate Gaston’s character while opening into a discussion concerning trauma and scenes of toxic masculinity. This week, I’d like to talk about the new Beast from this latest film, and...

Monsters and Men Part I: Gaston, Trauma, and Toxic Masculinity

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!Spoilers for Disney’s new live-action Beauty and the Beast follow! Gaston rears his fist back, he’s intent on striking the man in front of him, Belle’s father, who has just said that Belle will never be with him. This is the most glaring example of his raging temper up to this point in the narrative. But LeFou is there, stepping between them, holding his hands up as one might approach a snarling...

“Blindspots” and Bright Spots

I’m very excited to see Disney’s new Live-Action Beauty and the Beast, and not just because it was my favorite animated Disney movie growing up. Allow me to explain: ***             The girl who takes my fast-food order has conspicuous miniature band-aids over her dimples, raised away from the skin by the dermal jewelry they cover. Her nose has a hole with no stud. Her cuticles are stained black...

Facebook and Uncanny Identity

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I’m sitting in a meeting at the LGBT Resource Center. It’s Monday night, a few weeks past now. They have a large comfy couch, free pizza, brightly colored artwork on the walls, posters for other events. It’s only six in the evening, but I’m exhausted. Not the I-didn’t-get-enough-sleep-because-coursework kind of tired, but the soul-weary exhaustion that has been my constant companion since...

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