Seeing a lot of Xtina fans on my dash super excited that Xtina might have lost weight. That bums me out—not that she might have lost weight, but that many of her fans would find it so exciting. As if weight loss would be some sort of vindication.
“Quite frankly, I’m TIRED of having the effemiphobia conversation with masculine-performing homosexual men. If you want to be an oppressor, but call it by a more palpable name, have at it. But, at the very least, don’t be surprised when karma kicks your ass. As masculine-performing homosexual men, we should be using our energy to embrace our feminine-performing brothers. Instead, we dwell in fear and judgment, desperately attempting to climb a rung in the hierarchy by standing on the throats of others. As masculine-performing homosexual men, our primary concern seems to be patriarchy as expressed through heterosexual approval of our lives. As masculine-performing homosexual men, we are often the worst of the gender police, almost Nazi or Klan-like in our approach to how we THINK manhood should be expressed. I say thank you to all the punks and sissies and girly boys and drag queens who started the revolution when the butch dudes were too afraid.”—
“There are the friends you meet for the occasional happy hour, and there are friends with whom you have longstanding Taco Tuesdays. Taco Tuesday means a bottle of wine for each person and peeling back the business-casual mask of the weekday while relaying mortifying tales of performed adulthood to one another. You hit reply all. You cried at your desk. You said “I love you” when you were unprepared or drunk or sober. Any day can be Taco Tuesday. These are the people who fill in your blanks. These are the right people.”—What We Have Going For Us, at The Hairpin (via aliotakesonchicago)
It may be unreliable to say that the two of us could go the distance after just four days of conversation via BBM, but considering just how much we have enjoyed it, I think that this may very well be the connection I have been longing for.