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gogyposting · 3 years

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Agreed with you on the post; I lean towards 'it's all just business babeey' conclusion, and that while they are qbaiting in a sense of using their flirting relationship to drive up the engagement (and therefore profits too), if people are stupid enough to believe it's actually ~real~ and that they have queer rep in DnG or whatever - it's their own fault. Ship to your heart's content but if you become delusional and start dnf truthing on main - I'm not even sorry for you.

Thing is, for whatever reason two guys flirting will always attract new (often young, often queer and often female) audience, even if that initial flirting was just friendly banter and not intended to be bait at all. I don't want CCs to change their behaviour intentionally to avoid that audience, you know? Especially since explicitly saying they're not together changes...pretty much nothing tbh. If Dream or George announced tomorrow that no, they're not together, calm down gays - at best fandom would be like "ya-ya we know", at worst - "omg they're so closeted and afraid of being found out :(". So at this point they might as well ramp it up intentionally and benefit from the whole situation.

Mildly off topic, but what does piss me off is that dnf truthing will literally be based on a.) obvious bait b.) normal behaviour between two friends that was cherry-picked to make it seem like 'dnf are so in love!1!". E.g. the 10 hour calls that they've done to our knowledge, like, 3 times? And that George had with Bad and Sapnap as well so it's not like some Dream-exclusive thing? Fandom ran with it and now whenever Dream and George are not on streams I'll see multiple posts about how "It's all good guys, they are probably on call with each other! They can't stay apart for too long uwu". This is what I mean when I say that DnG don't even need to bait, fandom will bait itself using the flimsiest arguments. Mildly frustrating but what can you do.

idk what to say to any of this really, it’s worded perfectly and i agree with all of it. especially you’re last point like?!? i’ve never been a dnfer but taking a step away from these ccs has given me a fresh perspective and i really think that so many clips that i see on my dash or tl are either obvious bait or just. Guys Bein Dudes. friends bein pals.

it’s one thing to find their relationship cute and to speculate like, for funsies. because that is not something i see any problem with and the vast majority of the people i follow on tumblr seem to fall into this category. a lot of people (young fans on twitter, mostly) just take everything wayyy too fucking seriously and i guess i don’t really have an issue with that either, i just think they might be setting themselves up for disappointment or have an unhealthy attachment to their ship. like, people accuse me of treating dng like fictional characters when i say they queerbait, but then turn around and meticulously analyze george blinking faster when dream starts talking or something as Definitive Proof that they are in love. or they over exaggerate this jealous dream bit which by the way, annoys me to no end.

i’m not gonna lie though and pretend like they are just two normal buddies cause. i have eyes. there are some....questionable things that these two say/do that are not indicative of normal bro behavior. i side eye them HARD quite often. and i don’t want to be the fun police here, i hope that anyone who reads this doesn’t think i look down on people for shipping dnf? i don’t. i just think it’s kind of weird when people take it so seriously and invest in their dynamic wayyyyy too much. because, yknow, (looks at smudged writing on hand) Pair of social relationships and all that

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the-starless-sky · 4 years

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The Cat’s Whiskers x Akan Yatsura / “JUSTICE” voice drama sample 1

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Iori: Sigh...

(Iori types on the computer.)

Iori: Well, with this much sales, we're gonna do well this month. If only 'that' matter will go well too. They’re the opponents, after all. They wont show their true colors easily. What should I do, I wonder? Asking a maneki-neko's [1] useless, huh.

(Zen knocks the door.)

Zen: Young Master, excuse me.

Iori: Oh, Zen. Good job out there.

Zen: What's wrong, Young Master? Holding a maneki-neko like that.

Iori: I was asking consulting with Boss Cat about life, haha.

Zen: Haha. What's up with that? Here's today's sales reports.

Iori: Ah, thank you.

Zen: Please look inside! It's amazing!

Iori: Yeah, understood.

Zen: Anne-kun's got the shining first rank in both sales and number of calls [2] again.

Iori: Aah, that's great.

Zen: And! It's CANDY's new record!

Iori: Is that so.

Zen: Young Master! This is an amazing thing! Aren't you surprised?

Iori: Yeah. Anne-chan's seriously a hard-worker, huh. Impressive, impressive.

Zen: Young Master...? Are you feeling unwell?

Iori: No, no. It's nothin’ like that, but... I was just absorbed in my thoughts.

Zen: If you're fine with me, then please talk to me anytime. I might be able to be of help, if only a little.

Iori: Ah... you're right. Well then, shall I talk? Oh. Before that, would you lock the door? 'Cause this ain't something the youngsters should hear.

Zen: O-oh, understood.

(Zen locks the door.)

Zen: Then, Young Master... what did you mean by 'thoughts'?

Iori: Zen, what d’ya think about Paradox Live?

Zen: Yes! It's a fair-and-square earnest battle! I will definitely prove that us Akan Yatsura's number one!

Iori: Haha. That's merry in itself, but... that's not what I meant. I was talking about how something about it smells fishy.

Zen: I'm sorry... I don't quite understand.

Iori: Actually, behind this championship... Alter Trigger Company might be involved.

Zen: Alter Trigger Company, you say...!?

Iori: Yeah. Just as ya know, they might be the mastermind behind the attack on our group. I think they're the ones who conspired behind the scenesーー

Zen: If that's true, then... let's carry out a raid, right now! We have to avenge the deaths of Boss and our comrades...!

Iori: Calm down, Zen. I understand your feelings. But, it's not the time for that yet.

Zen: But...!

Iori: I told ya to calm down, didn't I? I haven't grasped a conclusive evidence yet, so it's still nothin’ more than a conjecture. If we're going to kill them... let's do it for certain.

Zen: Yes.

Iori: We'll pretend we don't know anything, win, and get closer to the organizers. That's the safest plan we have now. If we raided now withoutーー

(From outside the room.)

Masaki: It's... locked.

(Reo tries to open the door.)

Reo: Ah, you're right. Hey, Big Bro! What's wrong~?

Iori: Zen! You don't have to tell them anything we talked about just now, alright.

(In the background.)

Satsuki: Oi, Big Bro! Big Bro!

Zen: Understood.

Iori: ‘Sup, what's up~!? You guys’re bein’ noisy~! I'll open it now, stop makin’ a fuss!

(Zen opens the door.)

Reo: Hehe. Huh? Zen-nii, you're here too?

Satsuki: Big Bro! We finished cleaning up the club!

Reo: Aah! Even though I'd planned to report...!

Hokusai: We made the club... sparkly clean.

Iori: Oh! Good job, ya three. You guys're a huge help. Well then, shall we close up an' go home?

Reo: Okay~!

Satsuki: Why did you lock the door, though, Big Bro?

Reo: Aah, this is why children are hard to handle. Of course they were talking about important club stuff!

Satsuki: What's that, shitty brat!? Who'd you call a child!?

Reo: There's nobody else but Satsuki-chan, isn't it!?

Satsuki: I told you not to call me with -chan, didn't I!?

Reo: Ahaha, he's angry, he's angry!

Satsuki: Oi!!! Stop there!!!

Reo: Satsuki-chaaan, I'm here~

Zen: Oi! Don't fight in front of Young Master!

Satsuki: You bastard...! I hafta strangle this guy once or he'dーーUwah!

Iori: Oof...!

Hokusai: Satsuki... are you okay?

Reo: I'm sorry, Big Bro... Did the maneki-neko crack somewhere...? Is it okay...?

Hokusai: Satsuki, too... are you okay?

Satsuki: Ah, yeah, I'm all fine. Um, I'm really sorry!!

Iori: It's 'kay, it's 'kay. Doesn't seem like it's cracked anywhere.

Zen: Satsuki-kun and Reo-kun! Why do you guys always, always...! Won't you guys learn, for once!?

Satsuki: ...'Kay.

Zen: What, Satsuki-kun? You have anything you wanna say?

Satsuki: ...Nothing, Sir.

Zen: Reo-kun! I'm also talking to you!

Reo: Okaaay~

Iori: Cats, huh... if it's him, he might know something.

Zen: In any case! Reflect properly! Understand!?

Reo & Satsuki: Understood...

Iori: Now, now. Nobody got hurt, so just leave it at that.

Zen: No, that's not good! Come, you two, apologize properly to Young Master once again!

Reo & Satsuki: Big Bro... Sorry...

Iori: Come on...~ I hate it when the atmosphere's damp at the end of the day. Oh, yeah! To change the mood, shall we go out together?

Satsuki: Seriously!? I wanna go!

Reo: Me too!

Hokusai: If everyone goes, I want to go too...

Iori: Zen, of course ya'll join too, right?

Zen: It can't be helped, understood. I will go, too.

Reo: Yaay~ Night out~!

(Satsuki opens the door.)

Satsuki: Hey! We're coming in!

Shiki: Welcoー ah...!

Ryuu: Beep, beep! Shoo~! It's an enemy attack, a mob!

Yohei: Tch. You guys, huh? Sorry, but we're closed already. Go somewhere else.

Iori: You're so cold! Couldn't ya let us have a glass? Huh, danna? [3]

Shiki: W-why... is Akan Yatsura's members...?

Saimon: Shiki, step back.

Yohei: You... heh, it's been a while, hasn't it?

Iori: Hahaha! Danna, have ya been healthy? Ya even became a full-fledged bar master! Haha! We came here to greet y'all before the battle!

(Iori slaps Yohei's back.)

Yohei: O-oi! Stop that!

Hokusai: Ah... Ryuu...!

Ryuu: Hmm? Huh...? I feel like I've seen you guys somewhere... uhm... Oh, yeah! Monkey, pheasant, and dog! [4]

Satsuki: This ain’t Momotarou! And I'm not a monkey! Don't look down on me!

Hokusai: Ryuu... you haven't changed.

Yohei: Ryuu. Leave the cleaning and just bring in the signboard.

Ryuu: Okay~!!! Hey, hey, get outta the way!!! Ryuu-kun's coming through! Vroom, vro-ro-room, vroom, vroom!

Zen: Oops!

Ryuu: Get out, outta the way!!

Zen: Haha, he's really energetic.

Reo: So? Can we go in or what?

Saimon: Haha. Yes, of course. You've came all the way to greet us - there's no way we'll send you back.

Ryuu: Welcome to Bar 4/7.

Shiki: Please sit in the counter seat.

Zen: Well then, I'll have a lemon sour, please.

Yohei: Gotcha. Iori's gimlet, right?

(Yohei makes the drinks and put the glasses on the table.)

Iori: Yeah, thanks.

(Iori drinks.)

Iori: Ah-ha~ As I thought, alcohol hafta be this! Oh, yeah! Please serve something for our kids, too.

Reo: Then, I want a pudding a la mode!

Yohei: We have no such things.

Reo: Eeh, you don't!? Then, tapioca milk tea!

Yohei: Sigh...

Satsuki: I'll have... uh, that... I'll have bourbon.

Shiki: H-huh!? B-but...

Satsuki: Huuh!? What!?

Shiki: A-ah... um...

Zen: Hmph!

(Zen hits Satsuki.)

Satsuki: That hurts!! What's that for!?

Zen: Don't get carried away! You can drink alcohol after you're 20. Juice's enough for Satsuki-kun!

Satsuki: Tch. Fine!

Ryuu: You want some kibi-dango? [5]

Satsuki: I told you we're not Momotarou!

Ryuu: Even though you'd get a bonus of becoming Ryuu-kun's servant...

Satsuki: All the more reason for not needing it!

Ryuu: Then, Kuu-chan, what about you? [6]

Hokusai: Mm... I'm fine with anything.

Ryuu: You're fine with anything? Then, I'll give you Charismatic Bartender Ryuu-kun's Special Drink!

You are! The member of this drink! Become 100 times more cheerful! There's no choice but to drink this late in the game! Soda and coffee, tabasco, and oof, it's spicy! And to top it off, matcha, Kuu-chan's green!

Ryuu-kun's special drink for Kuu-chan... along with the smell of gutter.

(Ryuu-kun puts the glass on the counter.)

Hokusai: Thanks for the drink.

(Hokusai drinks.)

Hokusai: It's terrible. But good job for making it with all your might, Ryuu. There, there.

(Hokusai pats Ryuu.)

Ryuu: Riiight!? That's 'cause Ryuu-kun's a genius! I'm scared of my own talent~!

Yohei: Jeez... how'd he manage to make something like that?

Saimon: Haha. You're right.

(Satsuki's stomach grumbles.)

Satsuki: Aah... I'm kinda hungry. Hey, uncle! Don't you have anything to eat?

Yohei: Haa? Look, what do you think this place is?

Iori: Oh, then, Satsuki, I'll give you pocket money. Go and eat ramen or something with everyone else!

Satsuki: Huh!? Seriously!?

Iori: Yeah. 'Raimen' should still be open by now.

Ryuu: How nice~ Ryuu-kun wants to eat, too! With lots and lots and lots of garlic on top of the noodle~!

Iori: Ah, I see. Then go with them, with that kid, too.

Ryuu: Yaay! Yay, yay, yay! We gonna eat ramen! He said you can come too, Shiki! Nice, isn't it!?

Shiki: Ah... but, I'd feel bad...

Reo: You're coming, right, Ando-kun?

Hokusai: Let's go together...

Satsuki: Hm? 'Sup with you guys? How'd you know his name?

Reo: Haa? He's from the same school as us!

Satsuki: Seriously!?

Hokusai: Yeah... we're part time students, but Ando-kun's full-time. [7]

Shiki: Y-yes... we're from the same school... more or less.

Reo: We pass by him a lot on the way to school, don't tell me you didn't notice at all, Satsuki?

Satsuki: Huh... Ando, you bastard, what are you being reserved for? Are ya makin' fun of us, thinking 'I don't wanna eat with part time students'!? Ha!?

Shiki: A-ah, uh, I didn't mean...

Iori: Satsuki!

Satsuki: W-what!?

Iori: Stop pickin' strange fights, be good pals and go!

Satsuki: Eeh? Okay.

Saimon: Sorry for having you take care of our children as well.

Iori: 'skay, 'skay. Something like this's fine, once in a while.

Reo: Haha! Well then, we're going! Thank you, Big Bro!

Saimon: Everyone, be careful on the way.

(Reo opens the door and walks out with everyone.)

Ryuu: Happy and Macho, thank you, obbligato!

(Ryuu walks out.)

Iori: Happy... does he mean me?

Zen: Macho... hm... not bad.

Iori: Zen...

Yohei: Sigh... it's finally quiet.

Iori: Nah, I'm really s'prised! I knew you're working after leaving our group, but, haha, ya've mellowed down more than I thought!

Yohei: Hah. Even I'm not gonna be a child forever.

Saimon: Haha. Then, it'd be nice if you get even more mellower.

Yohei: Shut up. Don't say useless things.

Zen: Um, Kanbayashi-san, excuse me. May I get another cup?

Yohei: Yeah, of course. You want something different?

Zen: Well, since I'm here already, something low-sugar, please.

Yohei: Then, it's around tequila... gin, or brandy, huh?

Zen: Hm? This maneki-neko on the counter... it looks very similar to Young Master's.

Iori: Ah, that, huh? Not just similar, they're the exact same thing.

Zen: Eh, is that so...? Why is there the same thing here?

(Yohei lit his cigarette and smokes.)

Yohei: This maneki-neko... was given to me by the boss.

Saimon: 'Boss'? Who is that?

Yohei: Boss is... the head of Suiseki-group who I was indebted to.

Iori: There was a time when we worked as a pair, danna and I.

Yohei: Yeah, yeah. Back when we manage the cabaret club and became bodyguards.

Iori: What's up, danna? Piano's not your style, right? What's up suddenly? [8]

Yohei: Haha. I just thought I'd dabble in it a bit. 'Cause it seems I have the sense for it.

Iori: Who told you that kinda thing?

(From far away.)

Mob-AT: I'll order one more tower. [9]

Cabaret girls: Really? Yay~! Tower~!

Mob-AT: Let's go!

Cabaret girls: You're the best~!

Iori: Oh, my, my. Seems like that guy's being flashy today, too. Look, he keeps ordering the good bottles. If we said Boss-style, he's 'merry', isn't he. [10]

Yohei: Hm? Oh, it's the guys from Alter Trigger Company.

Iori: Seriously, they keep coming without getting bored at all. Well, that's a good thing for us, though.

(Sounds of glass breaking.)

Cabaret girls: Kya!? What's going on?

Iori: Huh?

Mobs: Oi, you there, stop fuckin' around! The fuck's with this club? What kinda shitty service is this, huh!?

Yohei: What's up with those guys...?

Mobs: Under whose permission is this shitty club operating!? Oi!?

Yohei: Is he some other group's guys?

Cabaret girls: Ah...!

Cabaret girls: Hey, what's wrong with everyone? Calm down...!

Iori: That doesn't matter right now. The Alter Trigger guys are currently drinking comfortably. Before the rating of the club drops, we’d better do something.

(Sounds of glass breaking and alarms going off.)

Cabaret girls: What...?

Iori: Customers, just now, a small fire started in the kitchen. Our staffs will lead the way, so please evacuate immediately! Cast members, please don't go out and show the way to the customers.

Yohei: This way! Please calm down.

Mobs: Oi, bastard, what's this-

Iori: You guys, stay here, alright?

Mobs: Stop fuckin'... around...

Iori: Alright?

Mobs: Ugh...

Yohei: Oi, Iori. I got them all out.

Iori: Yeah, thanks for that, danna. With this, there's only us around.

Yohei: What the hell are you guys planning? Messing around?

Iori & Yohei: Let's hear all about it.

Notes

[1] Maneki-neko or ‘beckoning cat’, said to invite customers and luck.

[2] Calls - since it’s cabaret club, essentially you can choose which hostess you want to accompany you drinking. So that means Anne gets called for by the customers the most times.

[3] Danna. There are a lot of ways to translate this, one of them being ‘master’ or ‘boss’ - the nuance is almost like ‘bro’, but more respectful. Since both ‘(gang) boss’ and ‘(bar) master’ has been used, to avoid confusion I opted for danna in italics.

[4] Monkey, pheasant, and dog are Momotarou’s companion in the folklore Momotarou. Google it up!

[5] Kibi-dango is the food Momotarou gave to the three animals that accompany him.

[6] Kuu-chan. I’m pretty sure this nickname comes from how Ryuu calls Masaki a ‘pheasant’, since birds cry ‘coo, coo’.

[7] Part-time schedule or teiji-sei is a school schedule that started in the evening for people who wants to get a high school diploma but has to work in the day for a living. Full-time, vice versa, is the usual schedule (school starts in the morning and ends in the evening).

[8] I don’t know if it shows in this translation, but in the flashback Iori speaks in a normal, unaccented way. So yes, he’s one million times cooler (in my opinion!).

[9] Tower, as in champagne tower. It’s likely the most expensive thing you can order in a club.

[10] Merry, or gokigen, is also Iori’s catchphrase in the current timeline of the series.

[*] Mob names. ‘Mob-AT’ is the guy from Alter Trigger. I don’t know where the other mobs are from unless specified.

I have no words except Iori... Iori, oh my god.

I’m sorry for being mean to you before. I love you. Not as much as I do Allen, but I love you.

#paradox live #translation #drama cd translation #the cat's whiskers #akan yatsura

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one-ishmael · 5 years

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Chapter 10: A Bosom Friend

Now that we’ve got church out of the way, it’s time to get real chummy with some dudes just bein’ bros. Just a real couple o’ old pals, pallin’ around! That’s it and that’s all, certainly no subtext here, no sirree.

These next few chapters make an interesting counterpoint to the harsh, literally sermonizing tone of the last little run. It’s a nice change of pace.

SUMMARY: Ishmael gets back to the Spouter-Inn, and finds Queequeg examining a book at the dining room table, counting its pages in awe. Ishmael decides to become friends with Queequeg, and strikes up a conversation. Queequeg is very receptive, and quickly declares them married, and after a while they go on up to their room. Queequeg divides his money evenly, giving half to Ishmael, they then get in bed together and share their deepest secrets with one another, as married couples are wont to do.

So, I mentioned before, back in The Counterpane, that there are a few parts in Moby-Dick; or, the Whale that could be construed, by modern readers, as a bit homoerotic. Queequeg sleeping with his arm around Ishmael, sure, that’s a little gay, but this chapter, hoo boy, there’s really no other way to read it than a budding romance.

I mean, let’s take it point by point. First, Ishmael finds himself merely interested in this strange “savage” who he was forced to sleep with the night before. But as he gazes at him, he takes note of his handsomeness, the fine shape of his head. He delves into phrenology and says that “Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.“

Phrenology is a pseudoscientific theory from the 19th century that posited that the shape of the head indicated the shape of the brain, which, naturally, determined your personality. You could use some calipers to measure the lumps on a skull and tell if someone was a criminal, by the size of their Crime Organ. It’s pretty interesting, and all obvious hogwash, perfect material for the Sawbones podcast, one of my favorites, who have of course done an episode on it.

Let’s not beat around the bush, Ishmael is secretly checking out Queequeg while pretending to watch the storm outside, “Whilst I was thus closely scanning him, half-pretending meanwhile to be looking out at the storm from the casement.” He is enamored with the stoic personality of his bedfellow, the way he goes through life perfectly self-aware and ease with his own existence, warts and all. Even so very far from his homeland, among these people who must seem so strange to him, Queequeg never falters!

Also this passage, which I take as a personal attack on myself:

Surely this was a touch of fine philosophy; though no doubt he had never heard there was such a thing as that. But, perhaps, to be true philosophers, we mortals should not be conscious of so living or so striving. So soon as I hear that such or such a man gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have “broken his digester.”

And then, and he continues to stare longingly, we get this line

I began to be sensible of strange feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.

Ishmael is just falling head over heels in love with Queequeg. He’s got a crush. There is simply no other way to read it, I’m sorry. Ishmael throws away all doubts relating to Queequeg’s origins, decides that since he hasn’t found any true kindness among his fellow christians, he’ll try being friends with a pagan.

There have been some hints and indications of it, but Ishmael is remarkably open-minded and tolerant for a man in the early 19th century. Indeed, after he finally works up the courage to start chatting with Queequeg and they share a smoke, get hitched, and go back to their room, Ishmael has no problem literally worshiping an idol with his best pal.

I really love the logic he uses for it:

I was a good Christian; born and bred in the bosom of the infallible Presbyterian Church. How then could I unite with this wild idolator in worshipping his piece of wood? But what is worship? thought I. Do you suppose now, Ishmael, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth—pagans and all included—can possibly be jealous of an insignificant bit of black wood? Impossible! But what is worship?—to do the will of God—that is worship. And what is the will of God?—to do to my fellow man what I would have my fellow man to do to me—that is the will of God. Now, Queequeg is my fellow man. And what do I wish that this Queequeg would do to me? Why, unite with me in my particular Presbyterian form of worship. Consequently, I must then unite with him in his; ergo, I must turn idolator.

It’s hard to argue, frankly. A lot of the logic of religion is rooted in more ancient practices that are based in more polytheistic understandings of the world. You’re only supposed to worship your god because you’re on their team, essentially. But if you really believe that your god is the only real one, and all powerful, and all knowing, then why should they be so jealous of your worship? Would they really be so petty as to punish you for being kind to a friend?

Now, as the new married couple settle in to bed for the next chapter, I will entertain some argument about their status as clear and obvious homosexual lovers. There’s nothing explicit here, of course, and I hear you saying that friendship was different in those days.

Long, long ago, before modern society, there was a strange place called The Past, and they have strange habits and customs that look odd to our modern eyes. We may see some men hugging each other, being physically intimate, and think “goodness, how homoerotic!” But, in that time, it was simply more acceptable for men to express physical affection for one another with no sexual subtext whatsoever. They were, in fact, just dudes bein’ bros. Or companions being bosom chums, whatever the 19th century equivalent phrase is.

So what I am reading as something more than friendship was actually just that, and would have been understood to be that at the time.

But I say to you: Yes, things were different in the past, but that cuts both ways! You simply could not speak openly about these things, which were especially common among sailors. There is a famous saying, that the traditions of the Royal Navy amount to “rum, buggery, and the lash” (or something like that). Men cooped up together on a ship for months and months, it’s no surprise, frankly. And there’s no way that Melville, who was a sailor for his entire youth (even if he only went on one whaling voyage) would be naive to these facts.

The language employed in this chapter, I posit, frames this more as a crush and budding romance than anything else. If Melville intended a mere close friendship, he could have written it differently, and who cares what he intended anyway, he’s not around to argue. Interpretation is creative! I say: they’re gay, and make a good couple.

Ah, if this were a serious bit of writing, I would go track down some more sources to cite and whatnot, really develop a strong argument. But hey, I’m just havin’ fun here, not doin’ this for a grade. So you’ll just have to take my word for it.

Up next, The Nightgown, in which we get an intimate portrait of the young lovers in bed, and one of the most #relatable bits in the whole book!

Until next time, shipmates!

Image Credits:

First four from this article, last two from this one. All anonymous photos.

#Moby-Dick; or The Whale #moby dick #ishmael #queequeg #herman melville #gay #19th century photography

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