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prozdandsiro:

The Bullshit Police in “Friend Zone"

Written by SungWon ProZD Cho

Illustrated by Jackson Siro Wyse

Guess what, fellas, girls are not OBLIGATED to date you, and if what she perceives as a friendship results in you being a whiny piece of garbage because she won’t date you (because how DARE she!!!), then TOO BAD.

Jackson took my “GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH YOLO" shirt from my original script and went all out with a MENAGERIE of terrible clothing.  Good job, Jackson.

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jazzylittledrops:

So this video started going around my facebook today, with about a dozen of my female friends sharing the link with comments like, and “Everyone needs to see this”, and “All girls should watch this,” and “This made me cry.” And I’m not trying to shame those girls! I definitely understand why they would do so. And I don’t want to be a killjoy. But as I clicked the link and started watching the video, I started to feel a slight sense of discomfort. I couldn’t put my finger on why that was, exactly, but it continued throughout the whole thing. After watching the video several more times, I have some thoughts… 

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deathanddumb:

As with all good birthdays, gifts and cakes are compulsory. Now if I could send you all a cake I would, but I’m not going to. I am however going to be sending a few of you gifts! YAY! To mark a milestone on the blog (but more of a milestone for me actually managing to keep up with this for two whole years!) We are having a little competition! It’s still all being organised but there will be over 100 of you winning some cool shit from me! Just as a little Thank you for being such fucking babes! In the mean time get reblogging this poster and spreading the news and you could be a winner. Check back for more news over the next few days and weeks. D&D x

williams-blood:

Amanda Palmer: The Art of Asking (for TEDTalks)

I’m not going to comment on it in great detail here, aside from linking you to Gawker’s incredibly ignorant article (and by extension, all of the other commentaries linked within it). You can make up your own mind, but here’s my perspective in a few paragraphs:

The people snarling at her Kickstarter success do not understand her fanbase, her interactivity with them, or how long this interaction has actually been transpiring. Demanding that a dollar value be placed on the experience of performing with AFP live is something that I find deeply insulting and intrinsically hypocritical of her commentators to suggest. A long-standing fan and artist, whose heart’s desire is to be on stage with a legend on their eyes, would gladly accept Amanda’s offer (“beer, hug/high-five you up and down (pick your poison), give you merch, and thank you mightily for adding to the big noise we are planning to make”) without a second thought.

As much as I don’t want to use the phrase they’re not in it for the money, that’s exactly the concept at work here.

Now feel free to judge the everliving fuck out of me for creating discussion on this topic without having ever been a struggling artist/musician/living statue. I don’t pretend to know what that’s like on any level, but I’m sure a multitude of you don’t either; much less the people paid to slander without understanding. If that’s an unfair assessment of the situation, I apologise to those people, but that’s what I see happening here. Please enlighten me further with firsthand experience and legitimate criticism if you see fit.

But all I can see is this:

• AFP’s fanbase respond in an outstandingly positive way on Kickstarter
• media sources deeply unfamiliar with her past/nature as an artist tear her to shreds for doing what she’s done for years upon years
• a million dollars does not go that far in modern-day society, especially for a musician who is now entirely self-funded and self-produced
• any person who comes into that manner of small fortune with an eighth of a brain will budget it intelligently
• a fringe individual, who has learned through personal experience that the value of money is an incredibly fickle concept in modern society, will not immediately change her worldview to align with the brownbeatings of the majority
• the idea of insisting a dollar value be placed on an artist’s autonomous willingness to contribute for the experience they get is horrific to me
• labelling AFP a ‘small business’ is grotesque, as is likening her gift of beauty for an immersion in love to a transaction of Goods & Services
• people need to shut the fuck up and leave well enough that they will never have any concept of understanding alone

Fuck it, I lied, it’s Drum&Bass that went for a lot longer than intended… but I absolutely needed to get my thoughts out there this instant. But now I desperately need to talk to the man I love so y’all can fuck off :D

Seriously, thank you if you read through that wall of text; I really appreciate it when people spare their time for my thoughts, because you are truly the embodiment of generosity in this world.

tylercoates:

[Note: I wrote this long thing the spring of last year when I was GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT, and I scrapped it because it seemed too personal to publish anywhere, and I didn’t particularly want to write about other dudes (even if names were changed and details were made as fuzzy as possible). But, you know what? I don’t fucking care anymore. That’s where I am today. So.]

A few years ago I made out with a guy in the parking lot behind a gay bar in Chicago strictly because he read my blog. It was summer time, which meant all bets were off when it came to making good choices after midnight on a Saturday, and the too-expensive PBRs I guzzled down (after pre-gaming at home, of course) incited me in deciding that it’d be a really smart idea to kiss someone because he read the dumb stuff I wrote about myself on the Internet. The bonus, I suppose, was that I did find him attractive in real life, and following him on Tumblr meant that it wasn’t exactly like kissing a stranger. He was a casual acquaintance, in a way, which why I am grateful that it did not progress beyond kissing, therefore allowing the both of us to avoid anything too awkward. A few weeks later he IMed me; we had not traded contact information, but mine was posted on my blog’s “About Me” section. The eventual allusion to our kissing came up when I apologized for being “super drunk” on the night we randomly met in the bar; it was my way of hinting that my behavior was hardly the result of mature, rational thought. “That’s OK,” he replied. “I’m such a fan of your blog that getting to kiss you was like a special treat!” If I hadn’t already recognized the weird, blurry line between my dating life and my blog, his response certainly made it staggeringly obvious.

It was not the first time my online and offline lives had intersected. I can honestly say that I’ve never met anyone I have dated offline; technically, I met Josh, my second boyfriend, at a bar through a mutual friend, but beyond chatting briefly (I was still dating the first boyfriend at the time), I didn’t know much about him until he added me as a friend on Facebook a few days later. It was through Facebook that he found my blog and learned much more about me than I did about him. When we ended up going out for drinks a few weeks after my relationship had ended—under the assumption that we were “just friends”—he complimented me on my writing, which, of course, was somewhat of a turn-on. Naturally, we made out on the street in front of his apartment for about twenty minutes (the only thing I enjoy more than oversharing on the Internet is drunken public affection). 

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Look at that pudding jiggle!

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Watch.

L'amaze.

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