I think I understood I was a creative type, but I wouldn't know.
As of right now, I'm mostly known for some gamedev I did, but I intentionally picked the .social domain instead of gamedev.place for the sake of my non-game output.
Bridgy to Bluesky:
https://bsky.app/profile/lecapitaineison.mastodon.social.ap.brid.gy
| itch.io page | https://le-capitaine.itch.io |
| Soundcloud | https://soundcloud.com/lecapitaineisonsaucecloud |
| Casting Call Club | https://www.castingcall.club/lecapitaine |
Because of how overt Butterflies is about my politics, most of the people who work and interact with me are in some way adjacent to the Good Whites™ side of the Internet, much like I myself was; to them, all this might seem like it's coming from left field. What happened to you, Capitaine?
Reality is: I shouldn't have HAD to build up progressive cred just for permission to articulate this. I shouldn't have HAD to prove yet again to pretty whites that I'm one of the good ones.
In retrospect, "Man vs. Bear" was whites ecstatic that they'd finally managed to not only woke-ify "I drew Muhammad, are you OFFENDED???" but also wield it against nonwhite men all over again, making absolutely sure that nonwhite male rage isn't allowed to see itself as such. Which, well, is very convenient for the Good Whites™, isn't it?
Why am I bringing this up? Because believing these people got me teetering closer to the cliff of inceldom than anything any incel actually said.
Let's talk incels.
Was a Muslim boy. From where I'm looking, it's pretty fucking unsubtle that the "incels" discourse is at best privilege-blind just-worldism, at second-best eager class contempt, at worst very brazen coloniser bullshit, and in all three cases, COMICALLY fucking white.
(...) Here's Jackie Chan's entire stunt crew showing off the very best of Hong Kong filmmaking. Here's their guidance making Chris Tucker look like a lifelong fucking warrior. Look at this craft and this talent. Look how shittily we Westerners are treating all if it, as it stares us in the face, and we stare back with a mockery and condescension we wouldn't inflict on a fucking McChicken. You have met Juntao, and Juntao is you.
also Rush Hour:
also Rush Hour: haha rice
also Rush Hour: so the main villain is a wealthy lily-white authority figure of the literal British Empire who robs China for a side hustle. Works and livelihoods freely stolen, country and culture freely robbed, reduced to cheap window dressing for his consumption, never afforded their rightful significance in his bottomless colonial entitlement.
(...)
Rush Hour: haha asians
also Rush Hour: haha he speak engrish funny
also Rush Hour: haha China weird food
also Rush Hour:
(...)
Jacques Chirac on the cover, underneath a school-mandated Molière, and you'll finally find one of the CDs underneath that in six months. Hidden away are all your old Lego, 50% cut with Mega Bloks. The early afternoon sun is filtering in through crocheted white curtains with rural scenes on them.
Behind it, tower blocks of assembled concrete, with that rusted concrete staircase, in a nicely overgrown grassy lot, that looks like it could be tailslid in a...
