Posts Tagged “thoughts”

I have a relationship with my privilege. I know it is there, and I am sometimes ashamed of it. Sometimes it makes me feel guilty. However, sometimes I am also thankful for it. What I don’t know is if this is okay.

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These are just my thoughts, and they are in brainstorm format more than anything else.
In case you don’t know what I’m talking about, this.

Okay. Writing all my ideas after only one view first. I watched it exactly at noon, and have thought about it since then, so these are my ideas after almost two hours of thought and only one view. (and much twitter conversation, mostly with @beyonddeities)

  • Doesn’t seem cohesive with the song.
  • Repo! The Genetic Opera. The heart? What?
  • It was released on Glee day. Gaga said she loved the Glee ep featuring her songs. So.
  • Gaga is a boy okay.
  • I just don’t think it meshes up with the song. I have specific mental associations with that song and it just doesn’t fit. I understand that songs mean different things to different people. This doesn’t fit my idea of what this song means.
  • The things that @beyonddeities said in her sleep-deprived state.
    • “I find the simple colours powerful, because what she is doing is going to anger people. Its beautiful.”
    • “And the choreography just..captures the androgyny, the ~freeness of sexuality in the barren landscape, the wars of us.”
    • “Maybe she’s going against what we’re used to.. She’s creating a solemn element, a slower pace that works with the song? I mean making us uncomfortable is part of the whole idea… I think.”

    This. This. I. I get it? I mean. Idk, I just, the fact that there could have been seven million things going on in her mind while she made this video. The fact that we are likely to never know what she was thinking, and what her true meanings are.

  • This tweet from @ChrisCrocker. “Alejandro is @LadyGaga’s best video thus far. She is preparing us for less fashion oriented videos. She’s making you bitches focus on art.” Yes, but what kind of art? Going back to my last point, we don’t know. We really have no idea, which I guess is the point of art. Getting us to think of our own meanings. But I already had my own meaning for the song, and now my meaning for the song is having a hard time agreeing with my meaning for the video.

Look, I don’t even know. I need to watch it a few more times, these are just my initial thoughts.

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I’m having a good day today. That means that I have the available emotional resources to cover a topic that might normally be a bit too much for me to bear.

Something shitty happened to a friend today. On the website Moustache May, participants sign up and show off their moustaches for the month of May. On the “about” page, the creator states that females may participate, given that they prove that they wear a moustache for the entire month.

As seen on the Rules page of the site.
One of my friends decided to participate this year. This friend is a cisgender female, and over the past few days she’s had to deal with a wide variety of responses. Today, she was demoted from ‘participant’ to ‘lurker’.

This doesn’t seem right, especially considering the fact that the website specifically states that females may participate.

Additionally, most females have facial hair. For a long long time they have been undergoing painful procedures to remove said facial hair. This is the sort of thing that may perpetuate this process and make it hard for females to accept themselves as they are. Since females are unable to embrace their own face follicles, they will continually try new ways to rid themselves of said hair.

It just doesn’t seem right. I would really appreciate any comments outlining your thoughts on this matter.

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Hetero-sex-ual, homo-sex-ual, bi-sex-ual. These things are all tied into sex. None of them describe the way I feel. I’m a person. “Sex” is not what I use to define myself.
I am a person, I am romantic, I am attracted to my significant other, my significant other has a penis. These things do not define me.
I have thoughts and dreams and hopes, I have accomplishments and I make mistakes. I like to watch movies and play on the computer. I have hair that I dye different colors depending on my mood.
Don’t all these things say more about me than my so-called “sexuality”?

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I just remembered something. See, sometimes I pick up my three-year-old sister from daycare. One day, I picked her up and when we were going to the car she was telling me about one of her little friends. His name was Andrew. She said, “Andrew doesn’t wear panties because he’s a boy. Boys don’t wear panties. Boys wear underwear.” Now, since I’m not her mother and I’m not raising her, I just let it go. Besides, she’s three. They’re just trying to teach her the basics of life.

Can you imagine if it was my kid, though? You know I would immediately walk back into that daycare center and bitch them out. Something along the lines of “why the hell are you teaching my child that boys don’t wear panties? Boys can wear whatever they want. Why are you differentiating between boys and girls anyways?”

The world is probably glad I’m not a parent.

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