[avatar by DJ Bryant]
yes this is it, my new career in mouth-only smoking porn.
if i answer that question it may reveal too much of all the things i know and think about die antwoord.
there, there. i know what it’s like when you think of something really witty and incisive to say, and you just can’t make yourself wait for a real reason to say it.
getting an art history degree taught me how to write well and especially how to express gut feelings in a lucid and accessible way, but i never came to feel very personally about the actual history of art. a lot of the things i do like wind up permanently tainted by their conversion into meme-like jokes tailored for corny tee shirts, or embarrassed by annoying hacks like shepard fairey. that fact, though, probably points to a lack of sophistication on my own part. i did take a LOT of ancient and classical asian art courses, mainly about traditional and religious art, and i definitely enjoyed that.
my dad has expressed the concern that identity politics in the gallery world are such an unignorably massive and sensitive issue that they can impede other-than-sociopolitical ways of engaging and empathizing with some works of art. due to the exact state of affairs that he pointed out, lots of people chose to read this statement as “non-S/W/Ms don’t make that good of artworks you guys, amirite?” out of respect for better educated parties on both sides of the argument, this is definitely the first and last time i’m going to discuss this. please don’t make me turn off anon.
that sounds like trolling if i’ve ever heard it.
i’m trying to create and establish first base porn as the hot new thing.
you just wanted to say poo
i had to look this up and then i was completely sorry.
i shall call you eugenics anon
I have a huge patch of red flesh the texture of sandpaper on the right side of my face that makes me look drunk all the time. Knowing that it could require an operation I can’t afford might be more annoying than knowing that people think that a 32 year old woman could only look ok for supernatural reasons.
it gets so cold that i found a cardboard cup of coffee somebody dropped on the ground and the coffee inside was shattered, and it gets so hot that one day we almost couldn’t get back in the apartment because the doorknob was too hot. i preferred the hot day though.
i mainly had to work on this thing:
it’s weird. it’s sort of an action game and sort of a puzzle game, and it’s so crude-looking it kind of resembles Home Movies but it’s also really nicely composed, and it’s basically rock-paper-scissors but with a really dense period piece plot. i didn’t think i was gonna like it but i did.
today i wanted to take advantage of the beautiful weather and get on my bike for the first time in months but after i spent 20 minutes failing to put makeup on properly i had to take it all off and stay indoors and write some game reviews so no one would ever find out how much of an effort i make. this happens all the time. REAL TALK.