and want to talk about it. this is about queerness, queer community, online spaces, classism, racism, being poor, the works. i may not have nice things to say about oblivious white lesbians. message me if all this sounds like fun tiemz.
A trans woman with whom i’m friends on facebook posted a picture of herself wearing a necklace that says cunt. I was immediately appalled and was relieved that someone else commented to say that they were offended/it was insensitive. Cue a tpn or people piling on and calling this woman a terf, a cunt, etc, while also saying at various points that she clearly didnt suffer like the trans woman did and that the trans woman probably got called cunt way more often. Then “cw: terfs in the comments” was added to the picture. The trans woman btw has only begun transistion in the past year and most days has a beard..she also told me one when we were hanging out that she was only “doing this” (transitioning) because “gender is bullshit”. Sure, gender is bullshit. So is using your trans status to tell women that they cant talk about or be offended by slurs specifically targeted at women..with vulvas, or “cunts”. Im not going to post the whole comment thread because it is extremely long and headache inducing. While the woman who spoke up is trying to be overly respectful and nice, there are like five people repeatedly calling her a terf, telling her to fuck off or shut up, etc etc. It is really gross, especially the comment the op left about how she totally gets harassed more for being a woman than the “cis” woman. It’s especially frustrating because i used to hang out with this person and had to stop hanging out with her because shit got weird fast. Now she’s just another internet bully using her perceived oppression as an excuse to shit on any woman that doesnt coddle or worship her no matter what.
Every Moment Of My Life Is Waking Agony ; a list of tumblr onceler roleplay blogs
some of you might remember back when the lorax was released, there was a flurry of attention around the onceler, the films vague antagonist.
as a purveyor of weird internet shit, i soon noticed that there were roleplay blogs popping up based around the onceler. however, they wanted to interact, and so each individual onceler gave themselves some sort of different feature. they started off normal enough, but soon turned into some of the weirdest shit i’ve ever seen.
in the height of this bizarre fever, i compiled a list of nearly 150 specifically unique and often weird onceler roleplay blogs, and promptly forgot about it for a good amount of time. today i’m releasing this list.
i’m glad i’m living in the year 2017 as still a relatively young person. there’s an undercurrent of panic to everyday life, the world being the way it is (media, politics, weird internet shit, all of it), but i can’t imagine how much worse it would be to be an old person trying to figure out what the fuck is happening
Can we please talk about how i have no air cause i laughed my ass off and cause they look fine as hell and how weird and gross they are but how much i love them and that they're not afraid to be weird and shit on the internet!!!
just reminded myself of jon rafman’s shit ass music video for oneohtrix point never and how he basically did just “oh am i weirding you out?” by grabbing whatever ‘weird net’ shit he could from fmtownsmarty, fucking gurochan,and a hodge podge of other’s people’s videos and acting like he’s on the bleeding edge for jumping into other people’s net communities and waving shit around like he discovered fursuiters in bondage. just fucking trying to waltz his ass over to the moma or some shit waving around a deviantart animaniacs OC or the like, doing absolutely nothing interesting with his recontextualization, just popping out some boring ass “are you weirded out yet? huh?! there’s weird people out there!” like it’s 2005 and we’re still boggled by the thought of inflation fetishism
like roy lichtenstein for internet folx, just as hollow, just as unwilling to have his own ideas, and just as dismissive and condescending of the very material he cribs from, refusing to engage with the material he finds or the cultures cultivating it as if they’re actual folx of their own or are artists of their own and aiming for celebration for being a guy who basically functions as a living reblog of a “weird internet” blog shit to a video installation
i get heated about this tired ass hollowness, this engaging with the strange from a “oh aren’t they fascinating, but my showing this to everyone else is much more fascinating than they are” angle, this voyeurism with no sincerity and absolutely no creativity, a barton fink motherfucker who’s looking but not really listening
i can’t stand the lack of engagement, the inability to appreciate strangeness as it is and people as people, the inability to be sincere and see the strangeness in yourself, existing wholly as a voyeur who Knows Better, Somehow; the idea that being Awfully Smart And Important and showing off someone else’s work makes it more valuable than the person doing the work in the first place, as if it wasn’t art or creation before it touched your hands
2032 some motherfucker gonna be getting applauded in an art museum for taking someone else’s Biker Mice From Mars foot fetish fanart and putting it in a frame - “he saw this weird shit, and he showed it to us! brilliant!”
as if the person making it wasn’t communicating something themselves, even in a format like fucking Biker Mice From Mars foot fetish fanart posted to the internet, which shows more baring of the self than so many, even if it’s in a “low art” fashion
i can’t stand that attitude, that condescension, that idea that because you engage with the weird without “being” weird (a lie, often, told to the self), it makes how you present it inherently better than how it originally was
this probably wasn’t a necessary post at all, but i get heated. i just know some motherfucker soon enough gonna trace some furry art from 1999, slam it in a frame, and call themselves brilliant
roy lichtenstein ass motherfuckers who don’t appreciate anything but themselves