right, the thoughts behind this drawing came from hearing the song Bass by Meghan Trainor. On first listen I thought okay, great, body acceptance blah blah. Then I heard the lyric, 'she said boys like a little more booty to hold at night’. I thought, why the fuck must we only accept ourselves and our bodies in the context of male sexual appeal. And how dangerous it is to be coining pop songs like these as ‘feminist anthems’ when really they are just adding to the damn tidal wave of misogynistic views we’re already up to our necks in. If I ever write a pop song it’s gonna be about eating toast and rolling down hills and screaming at the sky because that’s all the cool stuff you can do with your body.
I do have a bit of a thing for ‘thicker’ women, so I think I wanted to like Meghan Trainor, but she’s kind of teetering into giving off that vibe that a lot of female pop stars do where you can tell they’re trying to present themselves as attractive, but you don’t actually feel attracted to them because you can tell that they don’t look entirely real (some do it worse than others).
That took exactly 8 minutes for a dude to chip in about how the woman can’t even get being thick right!!! brilliant.
I spend more time pushing things away rather than pursuing things.
I’m not asking for much.
All I ask is for things to stay the fuck away.
Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health, foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.
Anonymous asked: I'm bored, what should I do?
One time I was bored at school so I cut a chunk out of my eyebrow not realising it would look like I had cut a chunk out of my eyebrow. So I go home and my mother is all, ‘hey what the fuck happened to your eyebrow’ and I told her that I’d ‘fallen down’. It took 2 months to grow back properly
So basically, just don’t do that
(you never sleep regularly anymore.)
Let a beautiful thing be beautiful. Leave it alone and let it be. Don’t pick that flower, don’t dump pollution into the ocean, don’t ask her for her number.
Still obsessed with this song, 10 years later.
A poem about androgyny in people / genderqueer people.
I originally saw it on Reddit, and stake no claim to this post whatsoever.
- Girl: *approaches with a large enthusiastic smile* Excuse me, are you busy?
- Me: Yes. *blinks once and places headphones back in ears and continues typing*
- Girl: *stands there for a few more seconds looking disoriented before quickly walking away*