as metzen sleeps tonight in his giant doomhammer-shaped bed, dreaming peacefully of thrall riding upon giant living motorcycles made of muscles and impractically large horns, he will be visited by three ghosts: the ghost of lore past (tyrande’s characterization), the ghost of lore present (high king varian wrynn dropping his great metal trousers and flinging about his royal genitalia for all to behold), and the ghost of lore future (a sparse, barren wasteland populated only by great lumbering beasts made out of fire that battle endlessly with giant buff dudes with permastubble and deep voices and weapons as vast and sharp as their angst. the only buildings around are great spike-covered fortresses and the occasional fridge full of what were once female characters). metzen wakes suddenly, his L90ETC shirt sticking to him with sweat “you know what,” he says, “i can live with that”
a tiny list of things that drive me crazy:
- other than saving face, every lesbian movie i’ve ever seen has strong themes of infidelity
- that’s it
#GOD RIGHT#LESBIAN MOVIES ARE SO BAD#and many of them are male gazey#ugh#fuck im so disappointed in the way lesbians are portrayed in media#i know its ~cool~ to have gay male media but ffs#have some good lesbian stuff jfc like jst A COUPLE THINGS#not all queer relationships are based on straight infidelity…
a moment of silence for the state of lesbians/queer women in media
So the internet just gave my tumblr name a whole new (literal) meaning. I was alerted to a photo of me gathering massive attention via a friend who linked me to a Reddit post titled “Don’t worry guys, I’m taking hipster to the next level.”
Apparently some guy on the train uploaded this photo to twitter it has been spreading like wildfire since. Surprisingly when I read the thread on Reddit a lot of it was positive/supportive. I’m surprised by how unfazed and genuinely funny I find the negative comments. People’s theories as to why I am dressed like this, and who I really am are also really interesting.
I’m dressed like this for a number reasons. Firstly, and fore-mostly, I genuinely like the clothes I am wearing. I’ve described my look as “anywhere from hipster chic to kawaii gangsta Harajuku princess”. This is the epitome of the latter. I love sailor moon, I love pink, those converse are kawaii as fuck and yeah fuck you I’m wearing Prada sunglasses. I don’t really dress like this all the time, but I wish I did more often. I mostly don’t because I want to keep the look fresh. I wore this outfit because I had an art exhibition at my college and wanted to express myself.
I also find men’s fashion extremely limiting in both types of clothes, cuts of clothes and colours. Women have so many beautiful options. So I pillage their aisles a lot because I wanna look pretty.
This was also a statement. As an artist I think fashion is incredibly important. This day, I wanted something that not only reflected my personality and artistic sensibilities but also have some social commentary. A lot of my work, or what I want my work to speak about, is sex and sexuality and notions of gender and gender roles. How many of you knew pink actually use to be associated with boys, not girls? Personally I think the idea of “This is a boy colour”, “This is a girl colour” or “Barbies are for girls”, “Power Rangers are for boys” is dumb as fuck. Creating social and cultural boundaries does nothing but limit the potential of a person. By dressing like this I am breaking that boundary for myself and attempting to reflect that sentiment.
Keeps getting better. Rock on, man.