i can be part of this cool people club

squishypeqs  asked:

As an employee at a classical music heavy venue, I am thoroughly enjoying your blog! But I admit, as a singer (and a world music singer, at that) I sometimes feel like a bit of an outsider and wish I were part of the club. But(!) I can keep up with the classical music jokes, so then I feel like I'm back in the game.

ayyy that’s cool. I’m really glad that people other than orchestra nerds enjoy the things I post

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Longtime follower, first time question-asker, here! So I have a question about the power dynamic that comes with being on the pole that you mentioned as part of your "pole dancing classes are cultural appropriation of sex workers" debate. I promise I'm not hating! I'm genuinely curious and would like some clarification so I can understand the argument better. Thanks so much and have a lovely day! :D


so strippers are a hot commodity, right? sex workers too. people–cis women–want to feel cool and sexy, and if you aren’t sure about this check any gym for stripper-robics and look for local pole classes. g-strings have become
main stream, “twerking” is a thing every bitch has tried in and out of the strip club (and again if you didn’t follow me last year, i tried it at home in front of the mirror cuz i got no butt but it’s a very popular stripper move and i wanted to look cool and was rightfully taken to school over that and over why i didn’t get the power dynamics THERE that I was abusing)

people want all the edginess and cool of sex work without any of the risk and they are able to take on this edginess thru things like pole classes, stripper-robics, &c, and their friends are pleasantly scandalised and go to their embarrassing pole recitals which are often held at actual strip clubs on slow shifts and the actual people whose job it is aren’t paid ANYTHING for this displacement (i know this personally and i’m still angry) and then they get to go back to their fucking middle class lives without any of the taint or stigma or risk that dogs our heels. no one follows them home from pole class, pole class won’t interfere with your ability to get or keep a home or a partner or a scholarship or child custody. they aren’t doing it enough to get injured and most of them aren’t even doing it in heels. they get all the lighthearted cachet and none of the misogyny–they’re paying to look stupid, sure, but they aren’t paying stage fees and tipouts, they aren’t at risk of leaving in debt to the house–it’s a HOBBY and it’s one that they took from a very marginalised group and then tried to sanitise with their stories about mallakhamb (can’t spell) and #notastripper and how oppressed they are because people think their hobby is weird.

i have to get to class but i have a very lengthy tag “#the gr8 pole deb8” if you want to see hobbyists in action.

Happy birthday Guang Hong!

Just friendly reminder that our sweet flower Guang Hong Ji, the cutest and purest of them all is turning 18 today and he’s probably spending this time with his family being excited about presents and eating a lot of sweets and replying to his friends and fans on Instagram but he just can’t wait for his daily chat with Leo and he doesn’t really know why until Leo smiles to him and says that now he’s an adult he totally could fly to the USA by himself and they could do some cool stuff together “like you can drink now and umm, kiss people and-d go to clubs of course, I know where they play the best music and…” he stops because Guang Hong is laughing and blushing a bit and goes “that kissing part was really specific, are you asking me on a date or sth?” and Leo just smirks and says “well, not really but if you are then I would say yes” and they just sit there smiling like two idiots for a while before Guang Hong whispers “I hope I will spend my next birthday with you” and Leo’s heart just stops beating for a second.

Before going to pride last month, I drove with the windows down playing girls like girls by hayley kiyoko. I felt liberated, but scared. I went to pride that night and everything felt okay, until I had to go to my grandfather’s house and pretend I was at the mall.

This morning I drove with my passenger window down playing girls like girls. I felt liberated but scared. I looked at my steering wheel and noticed I was shaking. I didn’t feel liberated anymore. I rolled up my window before the turn into my neighborhood because I didn’t want then to hear it, they see me everyday, what if they recognize me and hear the song and judge me next time they see me? What if they judge my family?

This is what homophobia does. It’s not always beating people or screaming in their face. It’s making us feel so scared that we don’t dare expose ourselves or talk about our love.

So asexuals, tell me again how hard it must be for you because people call you a plant or say that you’ll get over it.

Pride was the most freeing night of my life. For once, I didn’t just feel “not wrong”, I felt right. But my mother told me, “You can go, just don’t tell your grandfather where you were.” So after feeling so free and good, I had to go to a house where I was shoved back into the closet and told him I went to the mall. The next day, he saw a road closed off and said, “I think it’s for that gay pride.” The words sounded like they were laced with poison, the way he spat them out. I told him I didn’t think so, that I “thought” pride was somewhere else.

I posted about peace and love on Facebook and my 47 year old uncle started an argument where he proceeded to say he doesn’t support my “lifestyle.” I can’t even speak without someone reminding me that my “lifestyle” is “dirty” and “wrong” and controversial. My life shouldn’t be a fucking discussion.

I go to GSA twice a month, they all have great ideas about “rainbow this” and “rainbow that.” The club is made up of a bunch of optimistic young girls, mostly Pansexual and straight, I felt okay. I felt safe. Then, I saw the flash drive with different presentations, one called, “Asexual Awareness Week,” I didn’t feel safe anymore. I posted about how I was upset on tumblr and people responded with, “What’s so bad about people talking about asexuality?” Their concern is people don’t know about them, our concern is that people know about us and want us dead.

Asexuals don’t understand the things we face. It’s a simple as that. I refuse to share my only safe place with people who feel special because they don’t like sex. I fear for my life anytime I step out of line. At least once everyday, I am reminded that my life is a discussion topic, that my life is up to other people to decide if I am worthy of living. The LGBT community is not a fun, happy club, it is a group of people who come together because of a common need for change. Pride isn’t a fun carnival, it’s a place for us to pretend the world doesn’t hate us and to hang out together before we go back to the normal world where people around us want us to die. We’re not being exclusionary or “gatekeepers” by telling you we don’t want you here, we are protecting ourselves. You don’t have the same problems we do, you don’t understand what we face every day. You have no place in our community and you should be damn happy that you do.

As much as I love the LGBT community, I wish I didn’t need it. I wish I could be “normal” and be safe. I wish that my life was good enough that I tried to convince myself and others that I was oppressed because I so badly wanted to be a part of a community that I didn’t belong in. “You don’t know that there weren’t asexuals in Stonewall,” well you should be fucking grateful that you didn’t need a Stonewall to get people to listen to you. You are not oppressed.

By all means, make an Asexual and Aromatic community, a place where you can surround yourself with people like you. But don’t you fucking dare invade our’s because you want to be “different” or you want to hang out with the “outsiders.” If you really want to be a part of the “cool, exclusionary club” then I’ll trade you. You can have my place because I’m so tired of doing this every fucking day.

anonymous asked:

What are your fav Martian manhunter headcanons?? :D (I will forever be sad that he got taken off the jl roster and won't be appearing in the movies. I started watching supergirl after I found out he was in it ;_;)

hard to say because he’s not one of my big favs! and idk about headcanons per se but here are some ideas i like

  • he identifies as male because he adopted a masculine appearance based on the first person he met and then just kind of rolled with it. by the time he figured out earth gender it was too late for takebacks and anyway he was pretty used to being a dude. unbeknownst to those around him, he mentally assigns an alien gender to everyone he meets based on relevant personality traits, in the same way that a human might look at two blobs and decide that one was a dude and one was a lady. he doesn’t tell anyone about this because he’s aware that it’s a pretty rude thing for him to be doing but at least he doesn’t go around asking people about their genitals like some people.
  • he and superman are part of a secret club that is not actually called the “people keep asking if i have a weird alien dick” club but could be. membership consists of making meaningful eye contact during awkward conversations with third parties, and never looking for fanart of themselves without regretting it later.
  • i don’t know why i think j’onn would be a big fan of film noir and detective dee but i do and no one can stop me
  • you know in pushing daisies, how emerson cod had that cool office in chinatown? i kinda like that for j’onn
  • for the most part he can’t help a little bit of mind-reading. mostly just surface thoughts. he knows people on earth consider that a breach of privacy so he doesn’t really mention it.
  • he knows everyone’s secret identities but he never shares that information with anyone. j’onn is the best at keeping secrets.
  • when bruce is around j’onn tries to hone in on someone else’s thoughts, preferably diana because diana is comfortable with telepathy and doesn’t mind as much. he prefers to avoid even bruce’s surface thoughts.
  • building a wall of serenity in your mind is for chumps. do you know the best way to get a telepath to stay out of your head. it’s porn. awkward porn. like the kind of porn a person watches when they’ve just given up. give up on life porn. the sweatpants of porn. there are macy’s catalogues sexier than this porn. you see this porn by accident and you tell no one because you feel like you’ve done something wrong. just knowing it exists makes you feel greasy.
  • these last two points are related
  • j’onn’s a vegetarian
  • this is not to say he eats a lot of vegetables. earth veggies taste fukken weird.
  • his favorite food is liquid nacho cheese

[I find it kinda disappointing when people say that only now does Amy seems like a badass character because of her new design in Sonic Boom.

Personally, I think Amy is badass already. She’s always been! I mean, look at her! She’s young, and she sure knows how to kick some bad-guy ass while working in it in a dress. That’s already impressive enough for me.

And for the fact that it’s been stated in Sonic Chronicles that she holds a club for young girls to protect themselves from bullies. That is goddamn amazing if I do say so myself.

The fandom also keeps belittling her based on her appearance. People always expect that to be badass you gotta ‘look’ the part, and apparently Amy doesn’t fit the bill to the fandom because of her dress. Uh, hello? The fact that she is in a dress is pretty badass. I mean: she can beat you to a pulp while still rockin’ out on a dress and just walk away like nothing happened. That is fucking cool.

People are seriously degrading and undermining Amy as a character only because they keep basing it off her affection for Sonic. Amy is smarter than this, you guys. She knows when it’s time to get serious and when to stop fooling around.

Seriously, if you paid more attention to what she does, rather than making your judgement blindly, you’ll realize that you’ve been missing out on one kick-ass female character.

One of the main things I love about Amy is that she doesn’t have a special power. People think 'that’s lame’, well I don’t think so. I think it makes her unique. Because it goes to show that you don’t have to have super special powers to be able to go out and save the world. 

Amy has been and always will be an amazing character, and is a great example to be used in regards to female characters within video games because she doesn’t have to have “the look” to be badass, nor does she have to have a “special backstory” to be a cool character, because she always has and always will be one.]


The latest character designs for “Long Way Down”, the film noir 360 animated experience are in!  These are from my fellow SCAD classmates Preston Vihlen and Cordero Johnson.  Huge thanks for their contributions… these look great! 

These three characters are barfly’s at the lounge where the Detective meets the Singer.  Their purpose is to put you into the scene so you know what kind of place it is.  Fashion is huge… these are people who are going out in the 1940s dressed to impress.  But note that they aren’t A-listers… these people are at the not-so-nice club.  For example, the woman looks well-off, but in a boozy and faded sort of way. So the atmosphere should make you feel like you’re in an ok nightclub in a not-great part of town. 

The next step is getting these modeled and I think they’re going to look super-cool.  I can’t wait to see the lounge scene when it’s all put together… the cool factor is going to be off the charts!

black cats might be bad luck (but you haven’t seen bad luck until you’ve seen the other guy’s mark)

A soul mate au based off of this post for donutcats, because it’s her birthday. 

“Dude - dude, holy shit - your mark-”

“Yes. I know, Tucker. It’s very funny. Can we move on now?”

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anonymous asked:

i thought lesbians were people who identify as women who liked other people who identify women, not women who straight up only like vaginas. not the person, just their fucking reproductive organ. also a quick question: do you include or exclude trans men in your "radical feminism"? or do you just reduce them to their reproductive organs too lmao

i hope you know how disgusting and homophobic you are. painting gay people as genital-obsessed perverts has been a tactic used to dehumanize them for centuries. you aren’t cool or edgy or progressive for trying to make lesbians look predatory for something they can’t choose. lesbians are females who are attracted to females. having vaginas happens to be a part of being female. what you need to understand is that lesbianism or womanhood aren’t some cool fun clubs that anyone who wants to can join. lesbianism is for lesbians only. transwomen who are attracted to women deserve to live safe and happy lifes but not at the expense of females. women are allowed to be attracted to women and allowed to have boundaries and prioritize other females. transmen can call themselves feminists if they WANT TO, because sexism is the hatred of the female sex and transmen are affected by that, no matter what they identify as. please stop. homophobia is not progressive

"how do people dance sexy in clubs?"

- Question submitted by Anonymous

Dannielle Says: 

This is how I dance:

The eye contact and smile is what really kills it, bc then everyone knows you’re having fun. I think a good way to start dancing sexy is to isolate, move just one part of your body, like this:

Hips = great choice. Also, get on YouTube and look up dance moves. Practice ONE COOL MOVE over and over, you can just sort of move your shoulders a bit and then bust this out every so often:

When all else fails… INVOLVE YOUR FRIENDS —

good luck!

Kristin Says:

The fact that you have come to us for lessons on sexy dancing is PRETTY incredible. That either means that you truly believe that we can dance sexily and/or teach others how to dance sexily OR that you want to stand in solidarity with two people who are as foreign to sexy dancing as they are to understanding calculus.

If you REALLY want to dance sexy in a club, my advice is to clamp on to another person like one of those teddy bear backpacks, but on the front, and just hold on while they move. Why does it have to be your responsibility? PUT IT ON THEM. 

If you want to stand in solidarity with fellow humans who do not sexy dance on purpose (who can help an occasional accidental sexy dance, right?) – then here we are, with you. Dance using Dannielle’s aforementioned steps, and become an instant heartbreaker.



I hate shitty whitelib punk boys who treat racial violence and profiling against black people as some cool fucking club that they want to be a part of.  You hate cops because they get onto you and your white trash straightedge crew for shoplifting from grocery stores and driving around town harassing people while black people have to live in fucking fear of getting murdered for just walking down the street. You can disrupt the peace and torment the public all you fucking want without worrying about the pigs on your back but a black kid walking home by himself minding his own business will get shot in cold blood.

You can cut your greasy ass hair and trade in your fugly DIY vest for a button up and khakis and you’d be fine; black people are killed literally for just being black. Yeah you scream ACAB all you want but forget that it’s your privilege that allows you to do that without losing your goddamn life. You think these riots are happening for fucking fun? 

Stop trying to be edgy to impress all the rest of your loser hardcore friends. You’re nowhere near in the same boat so go eat shit and stfu bitch.