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Tagged by the lovely @reginasroastedswan ! Thanks and sorry for taking so long.

Rule 1: Always post the rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the person has asked then ask eleven new ones. Rule 3: Tag eleven people. 
Rule 4: Tell the person that tagged you that you answered the questions. 

1. Who is your favourite superhero? Jessica Jones because she is dark and twisted… I love twisted characters. And she drinks a lot. 

Originally posted by marvelnetflix

2. Most embarrassing ship? Maleficent and Aurora I guess… I like them, but let’s be honest it’s a bit creepy to love someone you know since she was a baby…

Originally posted by bribooth

3. What is your favourite film? Mama Mia lol oh and 50 First Dates.

4. Favourite Beyonce song? …I don’t listen to Beyonce. I’m sorry @reginasroastedswan. Please forgive me.

5. If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be? Vancouver because I really want to see OUAT’s filming set.

6. What was the last fandom you joined? Trishica.

7. Who was your first celebrity crush? Jeon Ji Hyun. She is a Korean celebrity.

Originally posted by g-bberish

8. What was the last thing you Googled? Peru. Because the television was talking about it. 

9. What is your favourite TV show? Grey’s Anatomy. Not OUAT because A&E broke my heart. 

10. Which fictional character would you like to hang out with for a day? Regina Mills, mayor version. I’m afraid I would get killed by Evil Queen lol

Originally posted by ritterskrysten

11. Why did you choose your URL? Ok, this is very complicated. “kana” is a Japanese idol I love very much, “ai” means love in Japanese, “naka” means middle in Japanese, but it also means “-ing” in Japanese kanji! So the url name means “I’m in love with Kana”. P.S. I made up this word. It is NOT proper Japanese.

Originally posted by tinybookling

(This is Kana Seguchi. She is in a cross-dressing group and her name is Seto Koki when she dresses as boy. Lana Parrilla is love of my life, but Kana Seguchi is my true love lol Don’t make me choose.)

OK! Let’s see if I can come up with 11 questions…

1. Where are you from?
2. What do you do for a living?
3. What would you do if you have US$100000?
4. Tell me your favourite fanfic? Just 1! You can choose 1 only!
5. Do you consider yourself as a friendly person?
6. What is the most disgusting food you have ever eaten?
7. Favourite flower?
8. Tell me the last thing you lied.
9.  Your greatest achievement.
10. Do you want to have kids?
11.  Smut or fluff fic? 

@ambient-princess @crazytrulybitch @swanqueenisendgameyo @just-call-me-az @delirious-comfort @randielldeee @juke-box-herrro @regalaf @ultrareginarules @lana-banana-fee-fi-bo-bana @curses-upon-you 

I know not everyone likes to do this kind of sharing, but I’m really curious of the tagged followers :) Hope you will take some time to do it! 

I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem’s heartbeat,
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day–
Dance with you 

— Juke Box Love Song, Langston Hughes

The group’s performance was recorded on this day at the Alpha Television Studios - later known as the ATV Studios - in Aston, Birmingham.

John Lennon performing on Thank Your Lucky Stars, 13 January 1963

The programme was made by ABC Television for the ITV network. ABC supplied programmes for the Midlands and the north of England; the Alpha Studios were jointly owned by ABC and ATV, which could be seen in the Midlands during the week and in London at weekends.

Thank Your Lucky Stars was ITV’s answer to the BBC’s Juke Box Jury. It started in April 1961 and featured many top music performers of the day. Musicians typically mimed in front of a live studio audience seated in the former circle of the converted cinema.

The Beatles were at the bottom of a seven-act bill. They performed just one song, Please Please Me. The group’s performance was broadcast on Saturday 19 January, at the close of the programme’s first half prior to the commercial break.

Thank Your Lucky Stars was a hugely popular programme at the time, and it was a major coup for The Beatles to be appearing. Their presence was secured by Dick James, the former singer turned impresario who later garnered a huge fortune after becoming The Beatles’ publisher.


We are pleased to announce the return of our PROJECTS programming to the eleventh edition of PULSE New York from March 3 - 6, 2016, at the Metropolitan Pavilion. This year’s PROJECTS include large scale installations by Macon Reed, Yumi Janairo Roth and Mia Taylor.

Macon Reed, Eulogy For The Dyke Bar 

Macon Reed’s Eulogy For The Dyke Bar is a fully-immersive installation that revisits the legacy and physical spaces of dyke bars, an increasingly rare component of the contemporary queer cultural landscape. Made of simple materials and seductively saturated colors, Reed’s handmade installation includes a full bar, pool table, juke box, and wood paneling. At PULSE New York 2016, Reed will transform the fair’s bar into a fully-functional dyke bar complete with DJs, daily performances by queer and trans artists, and a panel discussion with prominent dyke bar owners, artists, and historians.

Yumi Janairo Roth, Stacked Datsun 

Pallets are the workhorses of domestic and international shipping, each one typically carrying hundreds of pounds of goods. Always recycled, pallets travel from destination to destination, transporting different loads and always separated from their point of origin. Using a design language more in keeping with architecture and furniture than with the functionalism of international shipping, Yumi Janairo Roth’s pallets are ornately carved and inlaid with mother of pearl. Functionalism belies their beauty and ornamentation subverts their use. These objects suggest a number of interpretations, including how we value labor as well as ideas about memory, immigration and displacement. That delicate pearl inlay is hard to see unless you look closely at Roth’s “Stacked Datsun.” She has piled the wooden pallets to an almost impossible height in the back of homemade trailer, a contraption jerry-rigged from the bed of an old yellow Datsun pickup. How about the ubiquitous wooden pallet, a workhorse item of global trade that most of us never consider? Roth beautifies the pallet. With a master artisan’s delicacy she inlays mother of pearl on the wooden pallet with decorative, floral patterns that resemble Southeast Asian traditional folk art.“Stacked Datsun” seems to say that somebody is toting precious cargo. It’s easy for us to forget the human labor on the other side of the world that produces so much of the material goods we use every day. Smartly, Yumi Janairo Roth finds a way to make what’s overlooked look beautiful. Janairo Roth works with everyday objects to make art that disturbs familiar environments. Her reinventions of banal objects have included decorating plastic traffic cones with ruffled crepe paper, inlaying mother-of-pearl patterns from Filipino furniture onto wooden pallets, and floating hundreds of colorful wooden arrows in Cherry Creek. She’s even navigated unfamiliar places with maps drawn by strangers. By re-contextualizing and reformulating in surprising ways, Roth makes work that causes people to reassess what they thought they knew. Place, movement, and exchange are recurring themes throughout her diverse practice. Throughout the America West, pickup trucks are often seen driving highways with precariously balanced used shipping pallets teetering from their beds. Piled nearly 10 feet high, Roth’s discarded shipping pallets and been inlaid with mother of pearl and stacked in a 1960’s converted Datsun pickup truck.

Mia Taylor, ‘⌘+⌘+⌘+⌘+’ 

Entering ⌘+ (or Command–Plus Sign) on an Apple keyboard instructs the computer to zoom in: a seductive tool when trying to make sense of a bad quality, low-resolution image. Search online for ‘artificial satellites’ and zoom in, zoom in, zoom in, zoom in - you’ll see their geometry disintegrate into optimum pixilation. As they illuminate our world they also disappear from sight. ‘⌘+⌘+⌘+⌘+’ is an installation that abstracts from its digital sources, physically reconstituting the broken down images into shifting forms that deflect and reflect.Mia Taylor is an interdisciplinary artist with an interest in abstraction, distance and the fallibility of language systems. She has exhibited widely, participating in shows at the Whitechapel Gallery, London and Jerwood Visual Arts, London among many others. She is a member of Five Years, a London-based collaborative artists project and gallery. Mia Taylormiataylor.co.uk

The Clark House

We would go to the Clark House Friday night for fish sometimes.  The dichotomy of the place was peculiar.  The bar and the dining tables were in the same room, so hard drinkers populated the bar stools getting hammered while families with kids (like us) sat scattered around the room.  There was a juke box, the place was a juke joint when country bands weren’t playing.  I begged for quarters from my mom and dad. I played “Rose Garden” by Lynn Anderson so many times I’m sure everyone in the place hated my guts.  But that’s the wondrous oblivious quality of childhood,  living life as if you were flipping everyone the bird all day long. 


A song that reminds me of a character [7/∞] » Cabe Gallo

In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour
Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door
Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
And that one guitar made his whole life change

Now he needs to keep rockin’
He just can’t stop
Gotta keep on rockin’
That boy has got to stay on top

I was tagged by the lovely @gallifrey-refugee

1) Spell your name with song titles!

Juke Box Hero - Foreigner

Ain’t That a Kick in the Head - Dean Martin

Cheeseburger in Paradise - Jimmy Buffet

Kashmir - Led Zeppelin

Still in the Mood - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Orange Colored Sky - Nat “King” Cole

Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley

2) Why did you choose your URL?

Oh dear. Well back in middle school when Minecraft was way popular I decided I needed a username. I wanted to theme it after said game so I thought “Hmm, what is something you do in Minecraft?” and decided that punching pigs was good and viola. I got a username.

3) What is your middle name?


4) If you could be any mythical creature what would you be?

Tough choice, ether a centaur or a satyr.

5) Favourite colour?

Red, like the color or my enemy’s blood. Jk. I don’t really have a favorite color but if I had to pick I would say blue.

6) Song you like right now?

Orange Colored Sky - Nat “King” Cole

7)Top 4 fandoms? 

-Portal/Half Life (more portal though)

- Doctor Who - New

- Star Wars

- Star Trek

8)Tag 9 people!

@stilldoingscience @itsagifnotagif @bioluminosity @thisislibertyprime

@milocricket @emodadross @gingersam724 @mrbassline @dalmatians-and-dragons

The first time

I remember it like it was yesterday all was going great my wife and I had reached a very comfortable place in our lives that we didn’t worry about money nor any other problems that may come up. Her and I always loved riding motorcycles actually avid Harley riders. She was the one that actually joined an MC. I was supportive of this she took this seriously and wanted to be seen as a woman empowered in a mans world.

We began hanging out at a new bar with our biker friends it was owned by a fellow bike rider and member of her MC. It became our regular hang out. One Saturday night she and her gfs had a gathering at the bar and I went along just to hang with the other guys and be a sober ride home for her.

The night was going well music from the juke box was playing a good mix everyone having a good time. It was a mixed crowd that night us bikers and some young college boys and girls and a group of black men well dressed in their 40’s I would have guessed. No tension at all just good times. The girls were getting tipsy and taking pictures and group pics when the black men began migrating closer to them table by table.

I didn’t pay much attention being locked in a heavy conversation about politics. I saw my wife walk past heading to the ladies room she was wearing tight blue jeans heels and her vest over a very low cut top that had open shoulders showing off her tattoo. She passed by the congregation of black men and one stopped her.

He was chatting her up telling her she was sexy as hell and he would love to take her for a ride, my wife flirted back that is who she is and more so when she is drinking. She went on to the ladies room and walked by the black guys swinging her hips. She came over to me and told me about the little flirting and we all laughed and she went back to her friends I on the other hand had to conceal this uncontrollable boner and had no idea why I was hard.

The night went on and I got asked by my wife if I would take a gf of hers and her hub to their house a few miles away she wasn’t ready to go and they were to drunk to drive I did it right off not thinking for a second about it. I left with the couple we had a couple stops to make before we arrived at their home I dropped them off and drove back to the bar. When I walked in I didn’t see my wife I looked around more and saw her sitting at the end of the bar with the black man that offered her a ride having drinks. Again I got a raging hardon.

I decided to sit at the other end of the bar out of their direct line of sight. The bar is an L shape I sat and watched as they talked and flirted and laughed. All the time with this raging hardon, I sent her a text letting her know I was on my way and how she was doing. She text back to take my time and she was fine. I waited awhile longer and she got up and was walking out texting. She told me she would be outside. I left out the side door and got her she told me what she had been doing and asked if I thought she would catch hell for it and I said that the only one that should care should be me and that I didn’t I trusted her. She smiled and home we went.

I knew that one thing for sure the idea of my wife being with a black man turned me on like nothing else. That began the obsession.