Saturday, April 24, 2010

Religion and Homosexuality


You and I both know people like in this next video exist in this world, our world. They are filled with so much conviction for their cause that it's really rather scary to know that they actually exist and we are looking at their faces...and their spawn. Spawn? Yea, I know probably a little harsh, but I don't approve of parents teaching their children hate. I don't approve of anyone judging anyone...especially me. Therefore, I think it's rather negative.

Additionally, I am actively trying to dispel the duality of good and evil. It's so ingrained that I rarely realize it. So I wouldn't want to say these people are evil, but to me, they threaten me and stand against everything that I believe in. Therefore, I will call them fanatics and I hope they don't allow their convictions to get the best of them.



This is intense...
Tyra is really gaining points in my book for shows like this.

Here's another one:

(BTW the lady in orange could get it all day!) :) Gay pt #1!!!



and a follow up:







Social experiment



After watching all five parts of the show, I was damn near ashamed of my community. To be honest, I don't feel as if I suffer from these issues because I just...like...women. I don't personally care if you're short, fat, anorexic, buck toothed, bow-legged, or whatever. If I think your "tractor is sexy" then your fuckin' tractor is sexy. Period.

I think labels cripple our community, if anything. It forces us to be in boxes which, in turn, create more opportunity for discrimination and bias.

I never knew Tyra put on these shows. Kudos Tyra.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Revelation...


How can you determine if you've lost yourself? How do you determine if you've slowly given into who you aren't? How do you determine who you are? Is it possible to monitor yourself as you walk through life?

I feel as if I've lost who I am. I feel as if I've given into the same society that forced me to into the person that I loved. I have never taken just one opinion in any situation. I am a collection of influences of everyone and everything new that I encounter and am proud of that. I have always had to fight for things that people were handed, never needing recognition. My satisfaction came from myself. I have lost the most elemental part of who I am because I failed at one thing. I gave into image and cultural boundaries that were set for me that I never once followed, and I can't really explain why.


I grew up in a Jamaican household where the majority of women ended up as housewives(if the family could afford it), nurses, bankers, or teachers. I was taught things like how to cross my legs, how to size my food into small enough chunks before eating it, NOT to whistle, and how NOT to talk. I still know these things and because it was constantly reinforced I find these lessons lingering in the back of my mind as I'm breaking the rules of how to be a lady. I remember how, as a child my father told me to just be around my mother (as she was in the kitchen) instead of being in the garage with him, and how they both had to STRONGLY urge me to play with my dolls. And when I played with my dolls they generally only had sex, and it was generally in an imaginary car or a park. It was the only thing that made it seem more interesting. To be perfectly honest, I liked hanging out with my father because he was more fun and our personalities matched better, and I personally thought my mother was "not a good idea."

In the lesbian community, you'll find that there are a lot of couples that have a masculine female and a more feminine female, and they, a lot of times, dress the respective part. There's a lot of stress put on females to conform to a particular role, complete with their stereotypical hobbies like "studs" like cars, can fix things, and take out the trash, and fems that cook, clean, and "take care of" the stud. There are many arguments that stem from this within the actual community. In my opinion, ideally a lesbian is female that only dates females. The dynamic of needing have a masculine role in the relationship is completely unnecessary, but to each her own. Here's my problem with this:

I tend to sacrifice this very opinion in order to get the girl. There are a lot of studs that will only date fems and vice versa. So a lot of times in order to get the stud, the girl has to act more girly. I have switched up my fashion style...or tried to adopt one, that is. I have done the cooking and the cleaning, and the "help me I don't wanna/can't change my flat tire." I find myself subjecting myself to the same shit hetero bitches do in order to make a man feel like a man. I know how to fix a flat tire, and I know how to check my oil. I lose myself in the idea that if I don't stroke this stud's ego that I'll lose her. When really I'm not being who I really am with her anyway, so the entire relationship is damned before I ever got into it. I'll never actually feel free enough to be myself.

That's fucking deep.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Socialnomics



You can feel the shift, that's why I went looking for it. Socialnomics, a new (at least to me) coined terms that talks about how social media networks are replacing older forms of "hardcopy" media. It's true that in schools, Wikipedia is an acceptable source of information though there are some professors that hate it, mostly because they are actively reject new technologies and restrict their abilities by choosing to be ignorant. I have joked around with my friend about doing "research" which means a less than 1 minute Google search that allows me to sift through the options that "best fit" my search request. People don't really research. Most people, including myself, rarely did book research even when the professor made it required. All you had to do was take one quote from the book, cite it, and bam. The majority of other information was from the net. It was faster, and I didn't have to leave home.

The newspaper industry is seeing a decline in sales, and specifically in the gay community there papers that have been running for decades, like Southern Voice, have shut down. So the question is now, people are able to hide themselves and shut out a lot of information and things they don't want to see, how do we reach everyone? I wouldn't be surprised to see a Social Network Manager pop up in job openings. Someone just to keep things like Twitter, Facebook, MySpace (Screw you Rupert Murdoch!) and YouTube updated throughout the day, everyday. How tedious, but it would be an easy job for the schmuck that literally prefers to do that crap all day, and it would be highly beneficial for businesses.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

New artist: Missy Higgins

In 2001 Higgins' sister entered "All for Believing" on her behalf into Unearthed, radio station triple J's competition for unsigned bands. The song won the competition and was added to the station's playlist.[8] Two record companies showed an interest in Higgins — Sony and Eleven.[6] She signed with Eleven, a decision partly based on the fact that they were happy for her to take time to backpack around Europe.[6] Having spent years planning the trip with a friend, she spent most of 2002 in Europe.[10][11] While she was travelling, a recording of "All for Believing" started to be played by Los Angeles radio station KCRW.[11] This brought attention from U.S. record labels and, by the end of 2002, an international record deal with Warner Bros.


I think that this is an absolutely beautiful song.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Ethnic hands


Funny story...

My homeboy and I were drunk at a bar, and decided to go to another bar afterward. At this second bar, he got involved in a conversation with two guys. I was completely uninterested in what they were talking about until the very end as we were leaving. One of the two guy said, "I don't like my hands. Look at them! I like my friend's hands though(A white guy). Ugh, I hate my hands. I have ethnic hands." It instantly got my liquored up blood boiling. I ask,"What the hell are ethnic hands?" He responds, while holding up his hands that "his knuckles were large." I told him that race had NOTHING to do that. I'm sure at this point in time my homeboy is realizing that this isn't a good conversation for me to be in, and he gently, but forcefully makes me leave.

It has been weeks, and I'm still bothered by this. Mostly because for me, I have a very specific childhood memory that continues to plague me that came to mind. When I was younger, my sister and I generally got the same dolls, but I always wanted the white doll, even though they were the same doll, made of the same material. Somehow, the color of the doll made it seem better. In that same way, that guy saw his own hands as inferior. He was pointing out normal physical characteristics of hands that he hated.

Sometimes society makes it hard to see similarities in humans. A lot times we are searching to find what's different. Perhaps, a good starting point is searching to find ourselves so that we can appreciate ourselves...everything about ourselves first.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Jamaica...

I have a friend that loves reggae more than most Jamaicans I know, and while in his car one day he played this song, which also happened to be his favorite.



I realized, after getting past the amazing tune, that not everyone saw Jamaica as I did. They created this song because Jamaica gets it's fame from commercialization. No one sees what I see when I go to Jamaica. True, Jamaica has it's own unique charm, but it took me a while to realize that the charm I love about Jamaica wasn't the charm that other people loved because we were talking about two different Jamaicas.

Anyhow, I wanted to make sure my friend got some recognition for introducing me to the song, but I also wanted to make sure that it is something that is posted on my blog. 

Who's great?




“There are countless ways of attaining greatness, but any road to reaching one's maximum potential must be built on a bedrock of respect for the individual, a commitment to excellence, and a rejection of mediocrity.”
-Buck Rodgers 


What does it take to be “great”?

National recognition, media coverage, author of popular books, worldwide recognition, a hero, a business owner, or perhaps smart on a sheet of paper?

I have attained none of these things, but I feel like “great” is a step away, and when I think I am there I still probably won't feel as if I am.

I think that it's something simple but it's complicated by relativity. For example: “To be great is to achieve your own idea of success.”

Perhaps one doesn't need to have any of those things then. 

Just a thought.


“Man's greatness lies in his power of thought.”
-Blaise Pascal quotes

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sarah Palin supporters unite...in stupidity...


I am completely in utter shock. My skin is crawling, and I can't even put together a coherent sentence of my opinion of this video. 

All I can say is, in all fairness, I'm sure there were Obama/Biden supporters that would sound just as stupid because they just don't care to learn.

Do you think it's human stupidity or American ignorance?

Oh my gosh, I want to forget I ever saw that. It's like a horror movie.



Wait...there's more...



Last one...I promise..



Um...I'm still just speechless. I really even hesitate to put this on my blog. Ugh..my skin is still crawling.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Mute green eyed monster...


The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves. ~William Penn, Some Fruits of Solitude, 1693

I have realized that I am a jealous person, and not the noticeably jealous, but the silently jealous. The kind that self destructs silently, all by myself. I don't even need help being jealous. I don't need my homegirls/homeboys telling bullshit to exacerbate the feeling, I do it all by myself. At times, I try little screams for attention, but they are rarely ever heard. It's like a messy battle. So to clean up my pitifulness, I allow my pride to step in and conceal the embarrassment. My pride sweeps up the worries and pitiful feelings. My pride edits all my future answers so that it "works." My pride shuts(or creates the illusion that it's shut) the door to the possibility of the object of affection being actually real/feasible. Ha. Take that, Emotion...until next time.