Last night, I had a dream that we were called, “The Young Avengers”
TL;DR - my college trained telekinetics and other super powered kids, there was a huge battle in the city of Chicago because the BIG BADDIES of DC and Marvel joined with a mutating symbiote in order to start war and genocide.
All my friends had powers, and we were all badasses.
Well, Tumblr. Today has been one of the laziest days of forever. Skipped class cause I’m feeling kind of sick, watched that documentary over a bowl of salad, drank chocolate soy milk with a bowl of rice and teriyaki chicken, and then I played dress-up with my mom’s 60’s dress that she got in Italy, while watching 30 Rock.
…I am still in the dress, I am still drinking soy milk, and I am still watching 30 Rock.
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This dress is so pink and girly, but it’s got a slit on the left leg that gives it that extra kick of “oh my” that I needed in it.
I’ve got so many nice dresses that fall so perfectly on me, but I don’t want to wear them because I don’t like unwanted attention. Which sounds totally pretentious, but I’d rather dress for myself in what’s comfortable or looks nice (or SWAG) rather then dress to impress everyday, and resort to some much loved skank-wear on formal occasions. I like cleaning up well.
I can’t articulate.
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I only dress up when I want to impress or clean up nicely, but I have so many unused “date” dresses for that reason.
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Girly rant about unjustified emotions that after I let loose in text, I will forget about.
On Bodies, and Body Shapes
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As some of you may know, I am absolutely in love with the human body as a general subject. To say that I see the human body as a work of art would be cliche, so instead I say that I see the human body as a translation of each individual’s perception of art. Among other hippie phrases.
Anyway.
I’ve noticed on the internet, a lot of peo rubenesque ple talking about what a “real woman” is, versus the talk about, “all bodies are beautiful”; of course, all of this only pertains to women, or people who identify as being a woman. Now, as much as I enjoy the female figure, I’d really like to see something about different male body types. I know the ins and outs fo the female pear, hourglass, reversed triangle, diamond, rectangle, and oval bodies, but I don’t know much about the male figure.
Through observation, I understand that the male body, too, comes in the reversed triangle, rectangle, oval, and triangle, but…That’s the extent of my knowledge. I know there’s more, and there are anomalies, but I want to see them. I want to know how their shoulders and hips relate to their waists, how their legs are set in the hip, and where in their anatomy their chest rests, depending on their shape. Necks, arm length, curve of back, and weight of their trapezium. I’d like to know what separates one man’s body shape from another.
Why do I want to know? Because I’m curious. And, I just want to know how things work - how bodies work.
Why do I know about female bodies and not about male bodies? Because I know my own anatomy, translate it into drawings, and mess with the proportions. Also, being biologically female, I subconsciously compare myself to other women, and notice things - similarities and differences.
Meanwhile, I’ve had little to no experience with the nude male figure. My first experience with the male figure was figure drawing last semester (1st sem, 2 year college). And the males we received in that class are the extent of my knowledge.
Sadface ):
My daydream is to have someone - a male figure - pose for me in a series of gestures, so I can understand how that specific anatomy contorts in space. I’d get an understanding of that body, and get art-geek-giddy about it.
But of course, that man would have to be comfortable with me, or themselves, enough to at the very least strip off a shirt in front of me. Most men have no issue with that, but stripping down to the bare…That’s another story. Coming from someone who is both an imperfect human being and an artist, I will love whatever is under there, regardless. I just want to draw you. There’s really no point in body discrimination.
/tangent
Anyway. Bodies. I love them, and I want to learn about them, interact with them, and draw them. Also, converse.
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I need to learn about male body shapes, and have someone pose for me so I can learn male anatomy. Also, bodies are amazing.
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I woke up feeling fairly distraught.
The thought of, “it’s gonna be like this for awhile” kept running through my head. Memories creeping in to my already vivid dreams, making me feel like what I’m seeing in my subconscious is actual reality.
I don’t really know how to cope.
I know that we’re all feeling the weight of the parting in one way or another, and I feel like it’s getting worse each and every day. There will come a point where this feeling of longing will peak, and from then on it will get better, but for now…I just have to wait, I guess. Wait and just breathe. Deal with their digital voices, and pixelated speech until one day again, we can all be physical beings, interacting in real time, real space, and doing things under the sun.
At the same time, it’s weird not knowing where you stand with someone. Where you stand in a group. Leaving things idle, at an understanding, but no conversation. Leaving things…to assumption and interpretation.
What.
This is something I didn’t want to happen. I didn’t want to be lost in my mind, cabin fever kicking in since neither me nor my sister drive, and driving is the only way to get around Elon, North Carolina. I wake up, sit at this Sororiity desk, pop open my laptop, and wander the ‘net aimlessly, lost in myself and in my thoughts. ‘Cause when I start to think, it isn’t healthy.
I apologize for not making any sense, but long story short, I miss my friends. A lot.
Good morning, Tumblr.
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So, I’m sorting laundry right now to get ready for my trip to Georgia, Florida and North Carolina, and I’m realizing that I really have a lot of black clothing. Aside from that, all of my clothing is either tight fitting or really baggy. The clothes that sort of fit in one place and are baggy in another are in my ew-I-should-leave-this pile.
I guess some days I dress girly, and some days I just dress like a dude. I like my low tops, short skirts, a-line dresses, pumps and boots as much as I like my jeans, cargo pants, loose t-shirts, oversized hoodies, skater sneaks and butch boots. One is definitely more comfortable than the other. One is definitely more flattering than the other. But I guess I just wear whatever on whatever day because I am whatever.
That kind of makes me feel better, packing for this trip. I really do wear a HUGE variety of things, so I shouldn’t worry about looking consistant or whatever. Who really worries about that, anyway? Your body is basically a hanger for whatever clothes you put on, and fashion doesn’t really matter. Besides, clothes only exist to abide by society’s stigma against walking around naked. Imagine if that were totally acceptable?
Ramble over.
Gotta get back to packing.
Fact about Feminism:
“Feminism” is a misnomer.
Though it began with women rights and gender equality, it has progressed to become a movement about gender and sexuality in general.
At this point, “humanism” is a better name, if anything.
I would lean towards a name change, but everyone associates the gender/sexuality movement with the word “feminism” (rather than the idea of woman dominance), so why bother, right?
I guess I’m just kind of frustrated because I haven’t been acquainted with this branch of feminism until recently (past few months).
Does this mean that feminism stands for a fuck ton of different things, including women rights, woman dominance (in some extreme cases), gender equality, multiple names for multiple sexualities, repressed peoples, anti-racial discrimination, anti-sexual discrimination, anti-discrimination in general, anti-all the things…all the things. Let’s put an umbrella under it.
I’m gonna get pegged for speaking out with this opinion because I don’t have very much knowledge about it, but I’m one of those who are afraid of extreme feminists, because it makes me hyper aware of literally everything I say. From the smallest, “yo, I wish he got me flowers” to bigger things like, “shouldn’t the father be financially supporting the family more than the mother?”
Blah, blah, blah, social stigmas, I know.
Even thinking up those examples I needed to be cautious, and personally, I don’t like being restrained or repressed with my vocabulary choices.
Is there something hypocritical happening here?
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Point is, I’m not going to classify myself anywhere around feminism. I’m not against it, I’m no for it, I’m not on the fence about it…I’m just aware of it. And I’ll stand outside it with my little Kirs circle, and keep on keeping on with my art, my writing, my language, my music, and my friends. Maybe some alcohol in there, too.
I’d like to know what you guys think about Feminism, what you know it stands for, and how it crops up in your life. Lord knows it’s all over mine since I got to Chicago.
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