Conversations about art between peers is one of the best experiences ever. Online between friends, at gallery shows, exclusive dinners afterwards. I’m soaking it in. So thankful. I’m glad to be getting to know you. You know who you babes are.
“If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.”—
the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose your job for being gay, and unarmed black children are brutally murdered on the regular but old white ppl r still like “what a beautiful country. i can freely carry a gun for no reason and some of our mountains look like presidents. god bless”
I was obsessed with playing bass guitar in highschool. I’d rock out on my limited edition Mark Hoppus bass, in powder blue, with white pearlized pick guards and white leopard strap. (I quit after a couple years to pursue art with complete focus).
Can’t stop dreaming about buying a plot of land and building a tiny house. (If you’re not familiar with the tiny house movement, google it!)
I live and breathe art. So as a teen i worked many jobs to save up money, to travel Europe and see some Art History in person. Most of Art History is too Eurocentric, so i’d like to travel Asia soon. (I was yelled at by my dad, because in his eyes that money should have bought my first car. But i was content in walking/ biking/ carpooling ;)
Living in constant sunshine drives me nuts, and i miss rain so much.
My parents are fairly uptight and not as progressive as they try to make themselves sound. Politically i’m the black sheep in a family of black sheep. A belief in equal rights for all shouldn’t be special or rare.
“A few months back, I was asked to participate in a debate on the topic of whether men should have to pay on dates. (I was “the feminist.”) It turned out that the male debater and I didn’t really disagree much on that topic. I said that, generally, whoever asks the other person out pays for that date, and then at some point couples generally transition into sharing costs in whatever way works for them. He was actually pretty happy to pay for first dates; he just wanted women to say thank you and to not use him. I had no problem with that.
I think he said that women should offer to pay half, knowing they’ll probably be turned down. I said, well, sometimes — but what if the other person invited you someplace really expensive? What if you agreed to a date with the guy and he spent an hour saying crazy racist shit to you and you felt like you couldn’t escape? This is what led to our real disagreement.
The male debater felt strongly that if a woman wasn’t interested in a second date, she should say so on the spot. If the man says, “Let’s do this again sometime,” the woman shouldn’t say, “Sure, great,” and then back out later. I said that that was a nice ideal, but that he should keep in mind that most women spent most of their lives living in low-level fear of physical aggression from men. I think about avoiding rape (or other violence) every time I walk home from the subway, every time there’s an unexpected knock at the door, and certainly every time I piss off an unhinged man. So, if I were on a date with a man who I felt was unbalanced, creepy, overly aggressive, or possibly violent, and he asked if I wanted to “do this again sometime,” I would say whatever I felt would avoid conflict. And then I would leave, wait awhile, and hope that letting him down politely a few days later would avoid his finding me and turning my skin into an overcoat.
The male debater was furious that I had even brought this up. He felt that the threat of violence against women was irrelevant, and that I was playing some kind of “rape card” as a debate trick. He got angrier and angrier as we argued. I also got angrier and angrier, although I worked hard to keep speaking in a calm and considered way. He was shouting and cutting me off when I tried to speak. I pointed out that the debater himself was displaying exactly the sort of behavior that would make me very uncomfortable on a date. THAT made him livid.
He then called me “passive-aggressive.”
I was genuinely taken aback. “Actually,” I said, “I call this ‘behaving myself.’” It’s a lot of work to stay calm when you’re just as furious as the other person, and that other person is shouting at you. I felt that I was acting like a grownup — at some emotional cost to myself — and I wanted credit, not insults, for being able to speak in a normal tone of voice when I was having to explain things like, “We can’t tell who the rapists are before they turn violent, so sometimes we have to be cautious with men who do not intend to harm us.””—Bullish Life: When Men Get Too Emotional To Have A Rational Argument (via albinwonderland)
I am fortunate. When i was a young kid, i decided i wanted to go into fashion & entertainment. My mother lovingly told me i’d have to grow a thick skin.
I’ve gotten to the point where i can dispel any negativity in very little time and turn that energy into something positive/ productive. It turns into projects, gallery shows, new friendships, and adventure.
Thank you mom for encouraging me, even though you knew your darling was going down a very rocky road. Turning shit and seeds into peonies. ;-)
So the next time you wanna send me hate mail, i welcome it. Spin that crap into dollars.