Hello Readers,

Graduate school is kicking my ass. 

I have been working my ass off in the studio.

It’s odd how ever since middle school classes have gotten longer but time becomes more independent and before you know it discovery is your job almost exclusively.  

I have a six hour class on Monday and Wednesday and a 3 hour class on Thursday.  I have my graduate assistantship duties throughout the week.  I’m also the graduate student association representative for the studio arts.  GSA Rep…

ohmygay:

I’ve had some people ask “why is it that I use the word queer?” so I’ve decided to answer that here (tee hee I rhymed).

I know that some people within the Queer (or LGBT) community still find the word ‘queer’ offensive. For many people, particularly from my generation and also within Canada, Queer has very much been taken back by the community.

I’m very used to the word queer from my university days when I was actively involved in Queer McGill. It was there when I learned why the student organization used the word and it made complete sense to me. They, and I, use it as an easy umbrella term for the LGBT community. Many people in the community do not identify as Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, or Trans. You have people who identify as Queer, Two-Spirited, Gender-queer, Intersex, Fluid, or don’t identify themselves under a label at all, so LGBT leaves these people out. The term Queer I feel best works as an umbrella term for the community while also serving a reclaimation of the word from the negative connotation that it had taken on previously.

So instead of using something like LGBTsTgTSQIsGqF I use Queer - it’s easier (another rhyme!).

Slainte!

how do I follow this person’s tumblr?

modernusage:

queer. It has become dangerous to apply this apparently innocent adjective to a person, since, as a noun, it is now a slang euphemism for a homosexual.

Queer is not an euphemism for a homosexual.  Queer is an euphemism for a non-heteronormative person.  Believe me, there are those that are not straight who try to be heteronormative.  There are heterosexuals who are also not heteronormative.

stupid.  Is has become dangerous to apply this apparently innocent adjective to a person, since, as a noun, it is now a slang euphemism for tumblr user modernusage.

thisorigamidream:

Yes, I am that good.

You couldn’t have possibly lied about everything.

joshisinfinite:

When I was 12 or so my friends and I decided to go down to my basement and search through all the unmarked boxes that are stored down there. My parents are a bunch of packrats and I was hoping to find some of my toys from when I was younger, like my G.I. Joe action figures. One of my friends came across a box with tons of VHS tapes inside it, some were labeled while others were not. We started to pull some out; Gulf War 1, The Land Before Time, Where The Red Fern Grows (I had been looking for that), XXX…wait, XXX? I was 12 and didn’t know what that meant.

We were curious, we needed to know what XXX was. We snuck up to my bedroom with the tape under my shirt, slid it into my VHS player and pressed play. Snow, static, the audio was a bit warped, the video kicked in, naked people. NAKED PEOPLE. For a 12 year old, this was a shock. We watched in horror, shock, excitement as these people had…SEX. Fade out.

Fade in. A young man who was denied admission to the police academy becomes a private eye. His first assignment comes from a young, blonde, female who wants to know where her older rich husband goes after work. The young private eye, with his shaggy brown hair uncovers the husband’s infidelity. Once he arrives at her house to tell her of his discovery, he becomes shy and runs his fingers through his shaggy hair. They have hot 70s porn sex. Fade out.

My friends and I are speechless. We had never seen porn like this before. When I was younger I had watched soft core porn on the premium channels but I never saw penis, I never saw vagina. This was all so new and terrifying and wonderful and hilarious and we just wanted to keep watching and we kept wondering is this is what real people did when they had sex. Did our parents do things like this? Would we do things like this some day?

Fade in. A woman lies naked, on her stomach, on her bed. Her butt is facing the camera. Nothing is happening but we stare, intently, hoping that we will see something that we have never seen before, something that will change our lives, cure hunger and AIDS and cancer, something that will bring the world peace. The future of the world rested on this segment, our future, our lives, our happiness was wrapped up in fifteen minutes of porn. Nothing happened. Our eyes moved around the screen, taking in the set. The beige walls, the floral comforter of the bed, the woman’s socks, the family portrait…the family portrait?

Pause.

Did I just see my face in that family portrait? Was that not my non-Jew Jewfro? It couldn’t be me, it had to be someone else, this was a mistake, someone was playing a game on me. This was not real. Someone pressed play. A hand enters the scene and slaps the ass. I searched, wild-eyed, for clues. This couldn’t be real, I refused to believe it.

Voices…voices…familiar voices, names, familiar names. Oh God, Jesus, fuck. My parents.

omgosh.  If you didn’t start masturbating soon after this or by your 14th birthday, then you might be officially an oddity.  no … no oddity.

anthonymichaelrojas:

Hello, my name is Anthony and I’m 18 years old. I will be 19 on October 29th and it freaks me out a little. My last name is Rojas and my mom thinks it’s the reason why I can’t get a job; it’s too “Hispanic.” I don’t know exactly what I feel about that. I have a some-what good relationship with my mom. She is very over-protective and sort of has abandonment issues which is probably why she is very clingy to all her children, especially me. I don’t mind it but sometimes it can cause a problem. I have two younger sisters and one younger brother. My brother and I fight a lot, my second younger sister has autism, and there is a 16 year age difference between my baby sister and I. My father moved to Texas when I was 13 and then moved to South America some years later; I obviously don’t have a good relationship with him. My grandma is full Irish and my grandpa is Italian which makes my mom both Irish and Italian and my dad is full Mexican: I guess I’m whatever that creates. I like my grandma because she acts way older than she really is. I think she acts that way so she’ll have a valid excuse if she ever gets caught shoplifting, which is something she does often. I don’t like my grandpa so much because he is very strict, makes me wash dishes in a weird way, and always makes these breakfast burritos that make me vomit. I don’t have a set group of friends and I basically just float to wherever I’m wanted. However, I do have a best friend named Brittany. We have an odd friendship but it’s lasting and I like it. Everyone can relate to everything I do which is good and bad because I want to be unique but I know I’m not and I don’t mind being like everyone else. I quit public high school junior year and finished it on-line because I am the answer to all my families problems. With that said, I’m always stressed out and am always looking for new ways to cope. People always say that I’d be a great boyfriend but apparently the eight people I’ve been with in my life don’t agree. That’s all I have to say at the moment. OH! and I like owls and mustaches.

What would be the reasoning for those eight people breaking up with you?  Was it their preferences or something you are working fixing?