i can code switch

@ The Anon Who Tried to Come for Me:

Tumblr ate my original response to your second ask; but unluckily for you, I have a damn good memory so I remember exactly what I said.

Yes, I am 100% Black. Yes, I am a very quirky person, so of course my response would be “quirky.”  Me saying what I said does not make me look dumb nor does it make me look sad. What does look sad/dumb is you coming back into our inbox trying to further defend your faulty argument (on anonymous, no less) while supporting my position by stating “AF is used to emphasize something.”  H E L L O.  Those were YOUR words, not mine.  YOU just undermined yourself in less than 10 words.

Since you just deaded your own ineffective argument, let’s now move on to you insulting my intelligence.

Let me set something very fucking straight:

I am not dumb.

I have an very high IQ and I have ranked consistently within the top 95-97th percentile throughout my life in all tests I have taken. I learned how to read by sounding out words in medical journals laying around the house; while others were reading Dr. Seuss books (which I also enjoyed reading), I was reading all forms of mythology because I liked the storytelling better. Additionally, I can play three instruments; and I can fluently speak French & Spanish and am currently teaching myself Korean because I enjoy learning languages.  Furthermore, my early love of literature and passion for languages has equipped me with an extensive vocabulary that I can readily access when I’m code-switching. 

I was in the top 1% of my graduating class in high school; I am currently in the top 5% of my entire graduating class in university and am in the top 1% of my department.  I received over $250K in scholarships from the 3 universities I applied to and an additional $200K from 2 universities I didn’t apply to.  I also was nationally recognized as a top/high-achieving scholar in high school.  On a weekly basis, I readily engage in discussions on very difficult material that most other students would balk at with my professors and other members within my field.  I have co-authored and presented a poster for a research forum and will likely be a third author on a paper before I graduate in May. Not to mention, I actively read the most updated research articles (in English, Spanish, and French) I can find just for shits & giggles.  I spend a good chunk of my time studying and learning new things because I have a voracious appetite for knowledge and am never truly satisfied just with what I know or what I’m supposed to know. Hell, I’m actually learning how to HTML code for the sake of the blog in my free time.

I am the farthest thing from dumb. I am very proud of my intellect and I cherish it dearly, so how fucking dare you try to insult me in such way in a futile attempt to detract from your ignorance. That’s what sad.

–Lily

ruoccer147  asked:

Do you think it would be possible for you to upload some of your old riffs/ dvdr hell videos that got destroyed with the death of blip. Either to YouTube or just your site. Please.

Hopefully this weekend I can get more of those codes switched out on the site.  Right now I’m working on a secondary youtube channel that’s an archive page for older videos.  That way if anything goes wrong with copyright, it won’t affect my main channel.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UlSTZAGFc0

Ask-IggyLutz 2nd Year Anniversary MK8D event + 400 followers!

((Hello, everyone! This is super late, though it was something that I’ve been meaning to do before things got crazy for me IRL, but it’s that time of year again: 

IggyLutz Mario Karting to celebrate two years of these two wonderful Koopaling Bros.! But before I get into the details, I’m proud to announce that…

… We have recently reached over 400 followers! Each and every one of you are awesome and I hope this blog will continue to put smiles on your beautiful faces~<3<3<3 So…

All right, now for the event!

The event will take place on Friday, June 9th, one at 11 AM and another at 5 PM PST. A room will be created by me, with each session being one hour long (30 minutes racing, 30 minutes battle mode). The game will be for Mario Kart 8 Deluxe only. I will not be doing the original, WiiU version at this time. 

You can use whatever vehicle combo you want. The only rule for this event is, of course: 

You must pick one of these two adorkable Koops. Whether you choose to stick with one character throughout or alternate between each race doesn’t matter to me, just as long as you pick Iggy or Ludwig.

If you wish to participate in the event, feel free to send an ask at my main account, @kooparings-art-stuff or on Twitter (if you follow me there) so that I can add your friend code to my Switch, or with any questions and concerns you might have.

Thank you all, and I hope you have a wonderful day!))

We Few, We Happy Few, We Band of Brothers by H. Tucker Rosebrock ‘10 (@Tuckneverending)

I can’t remember exactly when it happened – I’m not sure if it can even be quantified as a moment, or a distinct point in time – but there came a time after I had been on T for a few months and my voice had lowered and I was passing pretty consistently when I realized something:

I’m a white dude now.

I really nailed that one. Seriously, hit it out of the park. Lucked out. Whatever you want to call it. For all the angst that comes along with being trans, I’m still able to regularly cash in on that privilege I am now rewarded, and it’s important to me that I am aware of that.

See, most people have never a met a trans person, at least not that they’re aware of. It’s just not something that registers for them. I’m constantly impressed at the mental gymnastics people will do to explain ‘inconsistencies’ about my history, my body, and my gender. I’ve had people tell me that they ‘just assumed’ Wellesley had gone co-ed, after I told them I had graduated from there, even after mentioning that I had women roommates all four years. Once, I had a guy see my top surgery scars and jokingly ask: “Damn, bro, did you get your tits lopped off?” He didn’t mean it to be offensive (or certainly not that offensive); it was just a joke for him. So when I replied, “Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly what happened,” he laughed again, because he thought I was playing along with him. The entire idea that I was born a woman was just too preposterous to entertain. It never even entered his mind.

Now, I recognize I may be unique in that this kind of stuff doesn’t bother me. I’m very fortunate that I can pass as a white dude almost all the time, so it’s my choice if I want to then explain my trans identity and educate. And, like people in other minority communities, I can take advantage of code switching. But because of my nice blue eyes and blonde hair and deep voice, I get an extra bonus: I can partake in frat boy brodowns and then, with a mention of my transition, join queer spaces with a relative equal degree of comfort.

This is an incredible privilege. One that I am constantly aware of, in awe of, and do my best to be respectful of. When I realized I was now seen by the vast majority of the wider world as a nice white guy, it was a little frightening. I mean, I had never seen myself as a white bro, but that’s how the world saw me now, so it was my duty, my responsibility, to be the best white dude I could be.

My time at Wellesley, as well as the large chunk of my life spent living as a woman surrounded by strong, smart women, gave me the foundation and the education to be able to use my newfound privilege for good. It makes me feel like some kind of secret agent, a spy working from the inside of the patriarchy. Because, whether I like it or not, my voice means something different now just because of my perceived gender and the color of my skin. When I talk now, people listen because my voice is deep. And, by contrast, if I’m riding the train home late at night and the only passengers are myself and a woman, it means something different to her if I smile at her, or try to strike up a conversation. That camaraderie we would have once had when I was read as a woman isn’t there anymore, and my actions are seen as potentially predatory (though they clearly are not). I’ve gained many things from my transition, but I’ve also lost some too.  To borrow a quote from Hedwig: ‘in order to be free, one must give up a part of oneself.’

So what does this all have to do with the whole trans issue at Wellesley? I’m getting there. It’s a little tough for me because I realized I’m falling a lot more on the conservative end of the spectrum here and that’s a very different experience for me – being conservative – so I’m still sort of working through it myself.

See, the thing about being transgender is that there are just not that many of us. And that’s okay – I would never wish the struggle and anxiety that comes along with being born in a body that feels so wrong on any other person. For those of you who are comfortably ciswomen, I am overwhelmingly happy for you. For all the privilege I do now receive in the world, this is still my personal struggle, and while I ask and expect to be treated with kindness and respect (like any other person), I do not expect the world – nor Wellesley – to change to accommodate my needs specifically. There are a great many other issues facing Wellesley that I would rather talk about first, that affect a much larger portion of the student body – financial aid, mental health resources, increased support for all LGBT-identified students, to name a few. Do I think there are ways Wellesley could help improve life for trans students? Sure, absolutely. But there’s a big difference between being listened to, as one voice among many, and being catered to.

I don’t want to look at numbers too much here, because gender is something that’s very hard to quantify, but I think it’s important we get a sense of scale. The entire College is comprised of roughly 2500 students, with about 600 students per class. Out of those 600 students, how many would identify as male, trans* or otherwise gender-nonconforming? This is where things start to get tricky, and there’s certainly no good way to quantify things. I’ll speak from my experience and say that in my time (2006-2010), I knew roughly one to three, maybe four, people per class who I knew were openly and actively exploring their gender identity while at the college.

That’s about 0.5% of one class. 0.25% of the school.

So it seems presumptuous to demand that the College change its very raison d’etre for me, for us. Certainly, there will be the few of us who are transgender at Wellesley, and while it’s important that we feel safe in this space, we are still men in a women’s space. All I’ve ever excepted is to be respected and treated like human being, and Wellesley has never been anything but accommodating and respectful of my transition and my gender identity and, honestly, I don’t know what else I could ask for.  The rest of our lives will be spent as men in a man’s world, so why not use this time at Wellesley to listen to the voices of our sisters, to learn how we can one day promote positive change and gender equality in the wider world?

As Caleb Wolfson-Seeley put it so eloquently, this is not about us. Wellesley is an institution that has a long important history of empowering strong women, and, as a man of Wellesley, I could not be more proud of my alma mater’s commitment to single-sex education. It is the reason I am aware that my male voice carries a different weight and can be louder, and easier to hear, than others. But the very fact that such a privilege exists is why we need places like Wellesley for women.

Hanging out with my family is a blast because:

- i get to use a minimum of 2 languages a day
- lots of fun code switching
- everyone is at least bilingual
- i can ask random grammar and vocab questions
- no one complains if i select a program in a language they dont understand
- they join in and i can translate or they can pick out words they know and watch like that
- things like my dad walking in to a room to say to the three of us “i just got this work email and its entirely in spanish. Any of you speak spanish yet? No? Useless! Someone start learning spanish so i can respond!”
- absolutely no one is judging me for my interests

Bonus round: i get to watch my stepmum teach my four year old sister vocab simultaneously in russian, english, italian and swedish.