ejkhryst asked you: what the hell does getting my wig snatched mean? I am not down with these cool gay slang i guess. I was just saying in those times black people could barely afford portraits let alone have the money to do family ones. you made it an issue that white people were the crazy ones for just wanting to take pictures that seemed a bit odd. you do more to push back the work people have done by your little snarky ass comments towards whtie people. i am not even white i find you offensive and ignorant.
Okay. Wig snatching is basically coming at someone in a verbal way. Its a verbal throwdown that goes back to old Ballroom days. If you have netflix watch, “Paris Is Burning”. A gay must see really.
But on to more serious business..
A) You are again assuming there were just poor black people, and not rich ones. You don’t know where those photos were taken. It could have been in the South or the North. Or hell maybe even in Canada. OOO maybe even in Europe. Like I said before there were free black people around the world (including America). Not all of them were poor darling. Some had a good stash of money.
—Also some of those same black people owned their own slaves (and I’m not just talking about people in Africa).
Brush up on that history darling, because those blanket assumptions you are making about black people are just that… assumptions.
B) I do more to push back the work people have done by me making snarky comments? Are we talking about the work white people have done, or the civil rights movement in general? Either way, me translating what a friend was analyzing will in no way shape or form push back the civil rights I have. We saw factual evidence of a stereotype (white people being weird) and we made a comment on how we didn’t have to say anything about it (offending themselves). Same will go for the Sweet Brown video (I got bronchitis..) and the Bed Intruder (I live in Lincoln Park). Evidence of a stereotype.
Also the whole, I’m not white.. wasn’t needed. It doesn’t matter what race you are, if you found my comments offensive, you found them offensive. I don’t say, I’m not even a women, and I found your misogyny towards women to be offensive. See how unnecessary that is?
This museum is going to be the death of me. Elle I expect you to be near me at all times. I’m going to go in trying to give my best stone cold facial expression, and leave out of that museum a bawling mess.
You know that saying where once you have sex, you start craving it all the time? That shit is so true, and I hate it so much. Worse than finals really. For example, I was talking to a straight (whose had some bi tendencies in the past) friend of a friend, and all I could think about is having sex with him on the bus. The bus people. C-I-T-Y Bus.
No, but I will be. I was just dead set on dancing wildly in a gay club instead of some random straight club. I mean I used Radiance for this night! I was dead set on feeling good and dancing to great music (the straight clubs always leave something to be desired in terms of music taste).
Alas, I go wherever my ride wants to go. I don’t feel like relying on our horrible busing system. Not in the mood to beat some random person with my shoe.