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Tangled Up In Lace: gowns: lower-income people tend to be “hoarders” and richer people are...

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 21:00:33 -0400

Tangled Up In Lace: gowns: lower-income people tend to be “hoarders” and richer people are...:

lower-income people tend to be “hoarders” and richer people are able to do more “minimalist” living spaces. if u don’t have much, you will hold onto any little thing that comes across your way. you got a new tv, but you still keep the old tv because you know things can break. you…

Yeah okay

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 09:07:07 -0500

I almost made it through Snowpocalypse ‘13. Then, upon returning to work after 4 days off (weekend + 2 snow days) I fall on the ice and sprain my ankle pretty badly. Of Course.

Today

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 22:17:13 -0500

[Edit: I wrote this and never posted it? But now I have.]

Beep Boop going dancing work at 6am nope nope none of that.

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 21:19:38 -0400

Beep Boop going dancing work at 6am nope nope none of that.

Tenderhearted kid tonight.

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 20:59:36 -0400

Tenderhearted kid tonight.

Going to bed

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 02:11:44 -0400

Drunkish, covered in glitter, spent from a day glam rocking and avoiding being attracted to the friend of a friend, happily partnered, wevs.

Things I leaned today:

concert crowds in Boston can be terrible.

If you’re not dancing, get out of my way,

I’m weirdly belligerent and full of rage in crowds of old white folks,

I can rock the tummy look, aka taking my shirt off at every and any opportunity,

aka it’s summer time.

Beep boop better sleep

KayKay and Crys, pre glamtastic Scissor Sisters and Rye Rye...

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 17:52:00 -0400

KayKay and Crys, pre glamtastic Scissor Sisters and Rye Rye show, WHAAAT?

A good night

Fri, 29 Jun 2012 02:45:16 -0400

I may or may not have drunkenly performed Blink-182’s “Rock Show” to a half empty bar of queereoke patrons this evening. I may or may not have flipped them all off, I may or may not have been living out my dreams of pop punk super stardom. I even had the half-cocked mic thing down no big deal.

Now I am drunkenly blogging about it when I should be sleeping for work tomorrow. Ooooooh well.

Had a fun time. I’m feeling more and more like dancing and moving are my real life, and that stuff I do during the day is the sham.

Going to take my tipsy ass to bed now.

"Knowing nothing is not for everyone: it requires you to be comfortable being uncomfortable, open to..."

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 23:15:48 -0400

“Knowing nothing is not for everyone: it requires you to be comfortable being uncomfortable, open to the unpredictable, entertained when left out of conversation, secure with what you can’t know, and quite often, broke.”

- Alexandra T. Vazquez “Toward an Ethics of Knowing Nothing,”Pop When the World Falls Apart, pg. 27.

Sleepy, nail polish flagging, no big deal.

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 20:23:35 -0400

Sleepy, nail polish flagging, no big deal.

Lime and ice

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 20:05:12 -0400

And really attractive people who feed me: some of my favorite things. Tonight one of my casual lovelies let me know that she’s going to be at the dance night / club I was already planning on taking some friends too. Win. Painting my nails, doing my laundry. It might be a nice night after all.

Did I mention how fine I think this person is? And we talk about swashbuckling. And geckos.

Did you all ever play Final Fantasy, where the spell names got more involved the higher their level?

*Swoonaga*

it’s the strongest swoon spell there is!

/nerd.

Yes good

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 19:14:18 -0400

I’m really into the busting open paradigms, fuck that binary noise, relationships to boy/boihood, smart kid, critical conversations we are having right now.

I also am pretty certain we were walking and chatting about it all in my dream last night. But I was embarrassed because I showed up in sweats and ruffled hair. And in real life I don’t even own a pair of sweats because I’m bizarre like that and have weird class anxiety about clothing and get weirded out by how certain clothes work on my body in public spaces and yeah not the point.

I’m really enjoying the conversation in general, and how we both crack open across space and reveal the real life shit that has to be dealt with, and I can’t wait to meet you soon. We should keep talking, but then maybe you should snog my face if you want to, and what was that about rope and your top tendencies?

Yes good.

Everything

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 01:25:32 -0400

Sounds like a lie right now. I think it’s something to do with being muddled with change. If nothing sits right, and nothing sits wrong, than anything and nothing feels true.

I want to write about the taste of lime and ice on your lips, but a few kisses in a too-loud bar seem insincere. I want to write about your broad shoulders and the glisten gleam of sweat on your face while we danced, the move of our hips and the curls of your hair, but a few nights and a few songs danced in a haze of summer heat and it’s been too long, don’t a poem make. I want to write about your quiet, pondering sweetness, but I have no idea what you move like and a poem like that can sometimes only exist when we touch. I don’t yet understand the casual intimacy of making new friends, even though I want that, and my paradigms of poem and touch are reeling. I don’t think too much when the bass fills my lungs, and I don’t worry about being enough when you’re pulling my tie to get me close to you. I don’t worry about the future with my hand on the back of your neck, smiling, tongue tracing pointed teeth. I don’t worry about being left, because when the song started I did not expect to be found for a moment, felt for a moment. I am glad to see all of this come and go, to kiss and dance and share quiet moments with different faces in the world, I’m just finding that my words can’t quite keep up. Can I write a poem of celebration that doesn’t slip, trip and stagger into something about love, something insincere, something that has to ring false because the song is over, and the lights are up? I want to speak truthfully about what this life is for me at this moment right here.

I think it’s something about rejecting frameworks, rejecting the idea of a clean-cut, linear progression on experiencing something with someone. Linear, clean, predictable doesn’t work when you add wonderful, queer, moving bodies to the framework. Divorcing intimacy from linearity, from the idea of relationships and progression…

I don’t know, tumblerverse. Something about adapting.

No big deal, just (re)living my summertime boihood.

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 16:15:25 -0400

No big deal, just (re)living my summertime boihood.

That one song comes on

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 01:48:46 -0400

and all of a sudden my dancing persona becomes “slutty power bottom boi”

Come dance with me and fuel my rock and roll lifestyle?

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 02:18:58 -0400

Come dance with me and fuel my rock and roll lifestyle?

You can do all the redemption stuff you want

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 23:12:48 -0400

“Survivors” — but he’s still a homophobic, murderous, sexist fuckhead. Wah waah, your attempts to make him likeable / relate-able / man I hope that’s not what you’re going for, are terrifying.

I'm trying to convince myself

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 21:53:47 -0400

that I don’t need to order a case of empty bottles with which to orchestrate my own home bottled cocktail needs.

Bottled earl grey cocktails? Want them. Maple whiskey soda? What is this dark sorcery? Grapefruit and thyme soda? Why, yes please.

shwoosaysthings: abeeba: stabwool: blackfolksmakingcomics: An...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 18:26:28 -0400

shwoosaysthings:

abeeba:

stabwool:

blackfolksmakingcomics:

And now for something completely different:

jesifiable:

Dear White People (movie trailer)

DEAR WHITE PEOPLE
A satire about being a Black face in a white place. DEAR WHITE PEOPLE follows the stories of four black students at an Ivy League college where a riot breaks out over a popular “African American” themed party thrown by white students. With tongue planted firmly in cheek, the film will explore racial identity in “post-racial” America while weaving a universal story of forging one’s unique path in the world.

Click here to help bring this film to theaters: http://bit.ly/DWPYoTu

Remember when Black movies didn’t necessarily star a dude in a fat suit and a wig? Or have major plot twists timed to Gospel numbers for no apparent reason? No? Damn…

Well believe it or not there was a time when “Black Art-House” was a thing. When movies like Do The Right Thing, Hollywood Shuffle, and Boyz N The Hood were breaking box office records as well as making us laugh, cry, and think in ways movies hadn’t before.

The humble producers of DEAR WHITE PEOPLE, a satire about being a black face in a white place, long to bring those days back. But we can’t do it without you!

We pieced together what resources we had to make this trailer in order to entice investors for our planned million dollar feature. Armed with this trailer and your support we plan to make this film a reality. Click here to help bring this film to theaters: http://bit.ly/DWPYoTu

I want to see this.

Wow. That’s a damned good trailer. I want to see this movie. I want to see this movie in a theater. They haven’t made a movie like this in a long, long, long, long, long time.

To put things in perspective and make you feel old, School Daze came out 24 years ago.

Help this movie exist, we need it.

I would really like to see this

FUND IT.

Pretty sensitive prince photo because my stomach is in knots...

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 18:16:35 -0400

Pretty sensitive prince photo because my stomach is in knots about dinner with Fox followed by some mild bar/karaoke adventures. I don’t know that I’m meant for such frequent social scenes — I’m that kind of introverted kid that needs quiet and alone to recharge and feel good.

Anyway, new hair, chanting “Stop it your a babe” at myself in order to get out of the house.

Wish me luck kids?