You sat on the cold floor of your kitchen, tears flowing out of your eyes. You let out a shaky sigh, a sob about to burst through. It was if the world was out to get you today. One thing after another. You woke up late for your uni class, you forgot that a test was scheduled and ended up turning in a test with hardly anything on it because you didn’t know the information, you had to work double shifts since your coworker decided to call in sick, you went to pick up dinner but your card was declined since someone was accessing your bank account. It was just national “Piss on Y/N Day.”
You heard keys jingling in your door before a voice called out to you. Harry turned the corner into the kitchen and sighed, “Oh, love.” You looked up at Harry and started to sob. Harry quickly sat on the floor next to you and pulled you into his lap. He started whispering things such as “You’re going to be okay, love.” or “I love you, you brave girl.”
Eventually your crying ceased. You were just enjoying the feeling of Harry’s arms around you. You quickly looked at him, “You’re supposed to be at Jeff’s birthday dinner right now!”
Harry kissed your forehead. “Jeff will understand. Gotta make sure my girl’s okay.”
It’s like a test, it’s like a game
To see how much I can take
Harry was pacing in front of you, face red. You were looking down at your hands, sat on the couch in his living room.
“I just don’t understand what the big deal is, Y/N!” Harry turned to you, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t change anything! Still love you!”
You sighed for the millionth time that time. You pinched your nose and closed your eyes. “Why do you have to pretend you’re dating someone else? What good will that do?”
Harry sat down next to you. “It’ll get people talking. It’ll bring up my name more. My album would be talked about more.” You looked down at the coffee table, “Why can’t you be seen with me? Why can’t I be the reason why you’re being talked about?”
This time Harry sighed, wanting the conversation to end, “We’ve been seen together already and already claimed we’re friends. Bringing someone new will bring more conversation to the table.” Harry stood up from the couch and looked down at you, “Whether you like it or not, this is happening.” He walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. Not wanting to be there any longer, you grabbed your jacket and left his apartment.
Tell me you’ve never loved me
Tell me that it wasn’t real
Just say you’ve found somebody else
Since the fight, Harry stayed true to his word. Him and his publicity team found someone he could pretend to date. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She was the classic “girl next door.” What Harry didn’t mention was just how long this whole ordeal would go on. It’s been a month and Harry was still required to be seen with this girl. What he also failed to mention was the lack of communication the two of you would have. Missed calls, unanswered texts, hardly coming to one another’s apartments. He was in the same city but you’ve never felt as far as you did from him. You were looking at your phone, a new picture of “Harry and his beau” was on the screen. Your best friend was staring at your every move, a look of sympathy on her face. “You know. He should just date her. Make things easier. If he wants to be seen with someone else so badly just fucking be with her.” You mumbled, reading the article of Harry and his new love interest.
Your best friend winced, not wanting to upset you any more. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.”
You slammed your phone down and looked up at her. “I mean it, he should just get it over with already.”
And every memory will fade
“I’m so sorry, Y/N!” Harry said while on FaceTime with you. You were in the living room of your apartment, a banner saying “Happy birthday” hanging behind you. You moved out of the way as your friends were gratefully cleaning after the party. “Management thought it would be nice to be seen at Paris! Thought it would look like a little get away! Make it seem romantic!” Harry tried reasoning with you. You looked at him with an emotionless face. I should be going on a runaway trip to Paris with you. Especially on my fucking birthday. “It’s fine, Harry.” You started walking to your bedroom door, passing down hallways filled with pictures of you and Harry.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Break my heart
You stared at the magazine in front of you. Mocking you and confirming your worst nightmare. On the picture was a photo of Harry kissing his “girlfriend” with his arms wrapped around her waist. You stared at it with no emotion whatsoever. Somehow, you knew this would happen. You were done.
This can only end one way
Just do it now, I don’t wanna wait
“Break up with me” You said as soon as Harry’s apartment door opened.
Harry gave you a look. He knew you saw that picture. He gasped, “What..No.”
You pushed him out of the way and walked into his apartment. “Clearly I don’t mean anything to you if you’re out cheating on me.”
Harry closed the door and looked at you, “Cheating! It’s for-”
“I know! It’s for work but that kiss wasn’t for work! That was solely for your own pleasure!” You screamed at him, hands flying to your hair and tugging on it.
Harry panicked and walked up to you, hands trying to find yours, “Love, please let me explain-”
You quickly backed away from him and started to walk to the door. You turned your head over your shoulder. “We’re though.”
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Furthermore, I’ve read the incensed tweets of Violet Chachki, a renowned drag queen (and the winner of RuPaul’s Drag Race Season7) in response to the situation:
The infuriated tweets of Violet Chachki are, of course, justified. Because over the years I have seen too many non-marginalised people – typically white, heterosexual, and cisgendered – regard marginalised people and their cultures as nothing more than disposable playthings that could be easily tossed to the side like the rinds of fruit.
Drag is a beautiful art form that has been essential to the LGBT+ community for so long. And while it complicates and questions the idea of gender heteronormativity (as it is an outlet for many transgendered people), it also allows artists to use their utmost creativity and imagination. The possibilities and benefits are endless. Drag performers are beautiful people doing beautiful work, and they deserve respect.
The SNL situation ain’t surprising, though. For Katy Perry has a lengthy history of disrespecting others’ cultures.
This woman has LONG BEEN a user! And here are some receipts:
On her 2013 album, Prism, she had a song called “This is How We Do.” The music video is pretty much an unrealistic – and just downright offensive –caricature of black culture, replete with remnants of contemporary stereotypes placed on blackness (i.e., corn rows, “baby hair,” and “sassy black woman” gestures). The title of the song just reeks with Perry’s failed attempts to achieve her own interpretation of AAVE.