#90s slam poetry

[literaryamy]

I was too scared to tell you that I don’t think I’m pretty, fearing, that someday you’ll wake up and you’d believe me. I was terrified to trust you, fearing that it would break me. I kept my heart within thick walls, not knowing that the only thing I was protecting it from was reality.

#poems on tumblr #poem #manuscript #aesthetic dark #poetry #1950s #book nerd #love poem #90s #book quotes #slam dunk #writing #slam poetry

[thelesbianpoirot]

drag was ok when it was a subculture meant for gay men to try femininity and express themselves and connect to others. the moment it became mainstream it became about consumerism and mocking women as much as possible. theres nothing revolutionary about exaggerated make up and lipsyncing. i dont understand why people would pay to see that but thats just me.

It wasn't okay when it was that too. I have watched several documentaries about drag in the 60s-90s and it was misogynist then too. Lesbians at the time who were trying to form a united gay revolutionary movement were offended by their rampant misogyny then too and Drag queens responded to this criticism by telling lesbians we need to get fucked then too. Drag queens never had respect for women, even their gay sisters - their "importance" to femininity is the latest made-up bullshit to justify their behavior. But it was an underground gay male specific example of building something from nothing. And like an indie movie that's schlocky but was made by ambitious amateurs on a budget of couple $1000s of dollars, and blood, sweat and tears, you have respect for the struggle, even if the product is still not good. I will not lie. The mainstreaming and consumerism, plus trying to make family friendly celebrities of talentless vulgar men makes it worse. A drag queen gets cancelled for racist remarks, grossness towards kids and etc every other week on twitter but the lgbt crowd forgives and protects them, but is willing to throw away women (gay or straight) no matter how accidental or slight their fuck up is or how they beg for forgiveness. Drag becoming what it is, is a big example of male privilege. While female majority, female orientated, performance art gets mocked and stays unprofitable, slam poetry, modern dance, etc. This "art" can be dragged out of the sewer and be painted gold and put on display for the world to see.

#thelesbianpoirot

[wutheringdyke]

what are some things you've read or watched that sort of solidified your lesbian pride, if you will, not sure if im being clear, but things that you saw and were like, wow im so glad im a dyke

love love LOVE this ask.

reading sarah waters’ tipping the velvet at 19 made a monumental impact on me. i was starting to come to terms with my sexuality and identity as a lesbian, and the ‘lesbianism as gender’-aspect of the novel resonated with me. i ended up writing my bachelor’s thesis on it!

much can be discussed and criticised about adrienne rich’s essay on compulsory heterosexuality but it slammed open doors to sides of myself i hadn’t found prior to reading it. i also love her poetry. and carol ann duffy’s. and jackie kay’s. and karin boye’s.

alison bechdel’s dykes to watch out for goes without saying. and the sexual explicity and proudness of 70s-90s lesbian magazines, comics, photographs, dyke dating ads etc! unapologetic and foundational and affirming <3 i love dykes and being a dyke <3

#and i eat every single sad ​lesbian movie and period piece up like it’s my last meal on earth idgaf #thank you for asking! mwah #asks #anon

[rustbeltjessie]

5. Age 12. I realize, like really realize, that I like (like, like like) both boys and girls. I declare myself a riot grrrl and a punk. I cut my hair hella short; start wearing combat boots, army surplus coats, chains. I want to be Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love, Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon. I still get told I look like a boy. I also get called a dyke for the first time.

6. It’s the early ‘90s. Queerness and androgyny are somewhat accepted for celebrities, but not for regular people, at least not in my mid-sized southeastern Wisconsin town. If you’re at all gender non-conforming or non-heterosexual, you get called a dyke or a fag or a freak or all three, interchangeably.

7. No one believes bisexuality exists. If you say you’re bi, everyone assumes you’re just a homo too scared to fully come out, or you’re a hetero trying to be ‘different.’ Or you’re just an indecisive, greedy slut.

8. Anytime I get a crush on a girl, I write in my journal: Oh, I like girls so much, I must really be gay. Anytime I get a crush on a boy, I write in my journal: Ugggh, boys are so cute, I must really be straight.

9. I start cutting myself. I start smoking. I start writing zines and slam poetry and I start trying suicide.

10. I get called a dyke and a fag and a freak. I throw my lot in with the other misfits. The kids two, three, four years older, and the handful of others my age who get it. The other queer kids, zine-writers, alterna-girls and boys, kids with green hair or shaved heads and nose rings. Theater geeks and Rocky Horror reenactors, bedroom magicians, thriftstore shoppers, delicate cutters, graffiti artists, amateur arsonists, seasoned shoplifters. Riot grrrls and indie rockers, grungy dirtbag skaters, punks and goths and industrial kids, hippies and hardcore hip-hoppers and suburban Rastafarians and all the kids who don’t fit into any one subculture but just love all of it as long as it’s outside the mainstream.

11. Is anyone in the mainstream? RENT will ask, just a couple years later.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from Reckless Chants #26: I: Forever New (Protection from Binaries, Pt. 2), October 2022

#jessie lynn mcmains #reckless chants #writers on tumblr #personal essay #gender #sexuality #teen years #bisexual #genderqueer #slurs cw #self harm cw #suicide mention #to anyone alive with a sex drive #tear down the wall #aren't we all? #(i'll stop with the rent lyrics now istg) #my writing #protection from binaries

[awalkthroughiris]

U2’s The Joshua Tree

hi people! i have no idea what i'm doing but i wanted to post this before i forgot to hehe, i wrote this a little bit ago, but i wanted to share, i fully don't expect anyone to read this but if you do, let me know what you think! i'm so sorry if the formatting is weird, i've never used tumblr LOL.

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Listening to U2’s The Joshua Tree for the first time,

randomly 1-2am on a Friday night.

I’m actively finishing the first track, Where the Streets Have No Name, as I’m writing this. I’m not sure why I’m here, or why I’m awake even, but here I am listening to my first U2 album. I’ve of course heard of U2 before, my parents have played their music throughout my childhood, but the only song I could name is With or Without You, and I honestly don’t even know 90% of that song. Recently, I’ve been listening to the band Inhaler, who’s frontman is Bono’s son, Elijah Hewson, and my parents heard me listening and nonstop talking about them, which in turn has become them telling me to listen to a U2 album. I don’t know why I’m deciding to listen now, but I feel like maybe I’ll have some cinematic existential revelation by listening to this album, but that’s the romantic in me talking.

Okay, about to start track 2 now, but I love track 1, it made me want to drive, somewhere where there’s an arch of trees with arms of sunlight reaching my face. Now that I’m thinking about it, that makes complete sense in terms of the lyrics lol. I guess the same message was conveyed musically as well.

The production of the second track, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” is very pleasing to my ears. This song is distantly familiar to me, I can think of driving to Oregon in the summertime, venturing back roads and this song playing, maybe after Lovers in Japan by Coldplay played. As someone who believes in God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit, I can’t help but feel emotional while listening, but this could also be my nostalgic ties.

With this gentle emotional twist in my stomach, and the building of tears in my eyes, With or Without You has begun. My dad said recently how “emotionally evocative” this song is for him, and to be honest I didn’t and probably still don’t understand the way he meant it, but with the placement of this track in the album, I certainly can’t help but feel emotional. It’s giving me a similar feeling to the song A Real Hero in the context of the movie Drive did for me the first time I watched it. The lyrics are so simple yet I find there’s so many ideas and situations I can attach to them. I almost feel as if any interpretation I have would be invalid since I’m just a teenage girl, and a teenage girl who’s never even fallen in love or honestly had any remotely intense romantic feelings.

A switch in pace, Bullet the Blue Sky is playing. It’s easy to feel the angst in the lyrics, with the repetition in the drums and bass, it weirdly feels like slam poetry. This isn’t something I would typically listen to, but I definitely don’t mind it, the guitar break provided a nice amount of time to just, think.

Running to Stand Still’s intro reminded me of a Jeff Buckley cover, Lost Highway. It also makes me think of folk music. The way thoughts in folk music are expressed seemed to be some factor in the way the song is structured, honestly no idea whether that is intentional or not.

Red Hill Mining Town, took a turn I wasn’t expecting at all, I’m kinda grooving out though right now. “You I can’t live without”, since this is a first listen I don’t know the tie, but an allusion to With or Without You?? Oh my goodness, I totally recognize this song as well, the “I’m hanging on” that kicked in around 1:25 is something I recall. It’s weird how my brain hAnGs On to specific parts of these songs. I need to revisit this song after doing some research though because I have no idea what the commentary on this song is for.

There’s so much energy in In God’s Country, it’s refreshing. One of the things I notice with my music taste is that there’s a lack of creative percussion. Which I certainly don’t mind, but listening to music like this helps me understand how, for lack of better words, bland, the other songs can be percussion wise. I don’t have any context to who Bono is really, besides that he’s seemingly been painted as some sort of insufferable humanitarian, but the religion driven metaphors in the lyrics are very interesting.

Trip Through Your Wires might be my least favorite song sonically honestly. I don’t want to be mean, but it just isn’t my favorite. I’m not entirely sure what it’s reminding me of, but it gives me the feeling of an old western setting, which I find, not bland or empty, just not my cup of tea I guess. A complete sidenote though, I am DEFINITELY getting tired as it has hit 2am now.

I’m really liking One Tree Hill so far. One thing I’m really liking about this album, is the places it literally takes my mind to. I think I’m a very visual thinker, these songs evoke blurry pictures that are grounded in nature, images like running through tall grass or driving in some of my favorite places that remind me of my childhood. It feels pretentious to say “my childhood” when I’m 17, but I think it’s easy to understand what I mean. On another more relevant note, this song feels like its painting out an image of what absorbing life feels like: ambedo.

Although it might be the “weirdest” song on the album thus far, I’m enjoying the sonics of Exit. I like how bass heavy it is. Upon further inspection, because I had zero understanding to make of the lyrics, this song was made from the perspective of a serial killer, due to Bono’s reading of a novel. What I found creepily interesting however, was the fact that Robert Bardo used this song as part of his defense for stalking and murdering Rebecca Schaeffer. What I find especially creepy about this, is that I listened to a podcast about this case. An unsettling coincidence.

Continuing on in this unsettling feeling, Mothers of the Disappeared is a heart-wrenching tribute. I don’t think I have much to say about this one, because I have just learned the context to the song’s making and it’s just heartbreaking, I can’t even imagine what families went through. It’s a needed not-so-gentle reminder of what reality can be, and what it is for a lot of people. Its easy to forget that the horrors we hear of are actually real, at least this is the case for me, a girl who has lived in the same city her whole life and generally stays blissfully ignorant. A great finish to the album.

#music #80s rock #alternative #80s bands #aesthetic #grunge #lyrics #song lyrics #u2 band #blog #musician #jeff buckley #inhaler #inhaler dublin #elijah hewson #bono

[artzychic27]

So what does the science kids and recess class do for Father’s Day?

Marc and Kiran visit their sperm donor/godfather and spend the day going bowling, watching a soccer game, and finish off with some ice cream

Aurore and her dad just go to see a movie. There’s no talking about grades, extracurriculars, a boyfriend, and it’s perfect

Denise and Cerise do the beanboozled challenge with their dad until they run out or feel sick from one of the flavors

Unlike Mothers Day, there’s no competition for Valentin’s love, and Cosette, Yvette, and Jordyn actually get along

Ismael spends the whole week of Father’s Day with his dad doing whatever, watching movies, going to magic shows, attending a few pride events, and eating a whole ton of desserts

First, Reshma gives her dad a tie she made, then they go to the theater to see one of her dad’s favorite shows

Lacey and her brothers take their grandfather to a tea house, crush him at chess. Then to end the day, they visit their dad’s grave and tell him all they did

Like with Mother’s day, Simon and his aunt head back to his old place, but instead of throwing eggs, they throw tomatoes

Mireille and Theo slash Alec’s tires and run away laughing

Jean and his dad go to see Falsettos and then to one of his dad’s late night comedy shows to end the day

Zoé flies back to New York to spend a week with her dad

Like Mother’s Day, Austin T gets up at midnight to make every single one of his dad’s favorite dishes

Austin Q spends the day with Félice

Austin B buys his dad a new set of cuff links and calls it a day

Austin A usually video chats with his dad the whole time in his room, but this year, his dad surprised him with a visit

Lotta just gives her dad a card, they watch a movie, and that about it. Nothing fancy

Kendra and her dad do a 90s movie marathon and talk smack about some actors’ bad acting

DJ and her dad pull one or two… Or twelve harmless pranks around the city

Spinelli… He hangs out with M. Grotke at poetry slams

Gia and her dad do father-daughter military obstacle course competitions

Victoria, his brother, and their dad play a few rounds of basketball before going to the science museum

Gerard and his dad hang out at the math museum and end the day with a little stargazing to identity constellations

Mindy and their dad have dinner before going to the opera

Rochelle’s not close with zir dad. Ze just leaves him a card and goes shopping

Mason and his dad go on a road trip. No plans, no worrying, just stopping wherever they feel like

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb ocs #the science kids #Zoé Lee #aurore boréale #mireille caquet #Marc anciel #the austins #Father’s Day

[girlreviews]

Review #434: Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain, Pavement

I always considered Pavement to be the cool (well?) older brother to The Breeders. Same vibe, same energy. I stand by that. I resisted listening to Pavement very deeply and embracing them for a long time based solely on who it always was pushing them on me: terrible men. I didn’t even realize this until I gave this record a listen all the way through and realized I now associated Pavement with a really good dude friend who shares my love of music, treats me like a sister and tells anyone who will listen that I’m the best kind of friend. I once described his style as “90s goofball” that was half the Seattle grunge-scene and half young Adam Sandler. I stand by that too. He loved it. Anyway, I’d forgotten the original associations and resistance to begin with. I like that your brain can do that: forget, and remember to forget to remember.

Some notes. Silence Kid, to me, sounds like Buddy Holly’s Everyday melodically. I can’t help but hear it and expect it to go a particular direction. Of course it doesn’t, because it’s Pavement and their songs have moments of being twinkly and melodic but ultimately insist on descending into discordant chaos. Their lyrics run more like slam poetry than traditional songs with verses, bridges, and choruses. All the same. When I hear Silence Kid, I hear Buddy Holly and I’ll always wonder if it’s on purpose.

Cut Your Hair is probably the one Pavement song that you do know if you know any, it was their only real bonafide “hit”. It’s got some very radio friendly twangy guitar and oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-ooooooohs in it. I have never minded the song but certainly never thought it was anything particularly special. It does have a fun little break in the middle where it all gets a bit silly on the guitar. Honestly for me the best part is the opening line:

“Darlin’ don’t you go and cut your hair

Do you think it’s gonna make him change?”

I’m not sure there are any women out there that haven’t had their hair commandeered by the patriarchy in some way, whether systemically by societal expectations or whether on an individualized, sinister, controlling level within a relationship. That’s not what the song is even about, but it’s a perfectly posed question. I actually realize I have tons of stories about ways that women’s hair has been weaponized in abusive relationships or just how it factors into male aggression generally. Some are my stories and some aren’t mine to share, but I’m too exhausted to get into it anyway. Cut your hair if you want. Grow it long. Dye it purple. Shave your head. Do whatever the fuck you want. Do it because you want to and because you like it. Who gives a shit what the men in the world think of your hair. And no, they won’t change. Also, your hair looks fucking great.

In my listens of Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain I remembered a couple of things. One, it’s really very good. Two, I love a shitty vocalist. Why is that? I don’t know, but there’s really something about a dude that can’t sing all that well but tries anyway. Unfair is one of my favorites. I don’t really spend a lot of time trying to figure out the meaning behind lyrics in Pavement songs, but I get the sense that he’s not a huge fan of whoever it was written about. It does end with him shrieking “trash, trash, trash”, so you know. I suppose it’s possible he is singing about literal garbage but I wouldn’t bet twenty bucks on it.

Gold Soundz is a good example of how Pavement and maybe Stephen Malkmus specifically have this way of making songs that sound like they should be “nice” or “pretty” (in the context of 90s grunge), but if you really listen he’s never all that nice and anything complimentary is always kind of backhanded:

“So drunk in the August sun

And you’re the kinda girl I like

Because you’re empty, and I’m empty

And you can never quarantine the past”

I bet she sure feels special, gee whiz! Feels about as good as when a love interest of mine described me as a “lost, broken, little girl” as if it was some kind of compliment. I’m only one of those things, and it is little. Same guy made me miss almost all of Pavement’s set at a festival a few years ago in favor of seeing literally no one else instead. Trash, trash, trash. I did get to see Spit on a Stranger so that was a consolation.

Fillmore Drive is pretty spectacular. It’s a big old noise that’s trying to be quiet. Most of it is about being tired and needing to sleep. The rest of it I really couldn’t tell you, I genuinely do mean it when I feel exasperated and exhausted trying to decipher their lyrics. I think this is why Pavement stir up such challenging feelings for me in general. I like the music, I like the sounds, I like the songs, I think they’re pretty great. But they also feel like a really brazen depiction of what it’s like to be in a relationship with a particular kind of guy — the tortured artist. They’ll never love you as much as they love their own suffering, and so you too will suffer. Tortured artists don’t just torture themselves you know.

I like his shitty voice and I like their big noise. You know whose I like better? Kim Deal and The Breeders. I yield my time.

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #pavement #crooked rain crooked rain #stephen malkmus

[sigmadecay]

#hyperspecific poll #kenny.txt

[sydneyofalltrades]

We’re getting lovestruck Moni today hehe enjoy

Moni had only been at this school for two months, and was finding it increasingly difficult to keep it together.

Not only did she hate the school, but after school choir practice with a 90 year old man who’s hearing was always deteriorating and Ocean who doesn’t know when to shut up is a bother enough.

So waking up one Monday morning to an alarm screaming at her made her already cranky ass even more pissed.

Noel shut off the alarm and rubbed his eyes. “Morning, Mon.”

She threw his pillow at him. “I hate the morning,” she responded.

They both got ready and made something to eat, sitting at the table in a daze.

“Ugh, I’m too high for this,” Moni said, her head swimming.

“You shouldn’t have gone to sleep at 1AM then,” Noel remarked snidely. Moni glared at him.

They got to school like normal, meeting up with the choir and going about their days. Moni kept to herself, doodling in her now decorated sketchbook.

Lunch came and Moni sat alone for once, still feeling incredibly slow from lack of sleep. The others were all too energetic, and she couldn’t handle it.

She just stared at her lunch tray, exhaustion piling up by the second.

“Excuse me? Are you okay?”

Moni looked up slowly. “Huh?”

The guy standing in front of her was frowning in concern. “Are. You. Okay?”

Moni blinked. She wasn’t sure. Those startling green eyes were practically shining, although it could just be her exhaustion.

“I don’t know, truthfully,” she said, and covered her mouth. Her accent was practically gargled in her throat.

The guy sat next to her. “Do you need rest? You seem disoriented,” he said, and Moni nodded.

“Probably shouldn’t have went to bed at 1AM last night,” she said with a shrug. She could see the choir in her peripheral, whispering amongst themselves.

“Well, you probably shouldn’t have,” the guy agreed, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Moni shrugged again. “Nah, but thanks for trying. I’m Monique, by the way.”

She took out her hand and he shook it. “Mason. You’re Noel’s sister, right?”

Moni nodded slowly. Mason smiled.

“He and I did a poetry slam in seventh grade. Won first place.”

Moni smiled. “Oh, nice.”

The bell rang and they both jumped.

“I have to go,” Moni said quickly, “If I’m late to another Science class, the principal’s gonna have my head.”

Mason helped her get her books. “No worries. Guess I’ll see you around?”

Moni nodded. “Yeah, sure. Nice to meet you.”

She saw his smile and it made her falter. It was so radiant, so beautiful.

It’s precisely why she smacked her face against the door.

“Merde!”

She ran to class, found her spot, and rubbed her cheek frantically.

Then she grinned like a child as she saw Mason walk into the classroom.

Then she stopped. And felt a sense of despair.

Goddamnit, she was falling in love.

#moni gruber #she’s just a little lovebug #doesnt know that yet but she is #hehe enjoy #rtc au #ride the cyclone #sydneys weirdness

[ha-youwish]

its crazy growing up with black television and sitcoms cuz i tried to describe a pic of my dad when he was younger that i have and i had to describe it as “yeah he looks like a 90s black boy nerd kind of man who goes to slam poetry nights and stuff”

but if i had been talking to someone black i could just say “yeah his dorky ‘a different world’ lookin ass”

#shitpost

[kleenexwoman]

are you jesus 💀

(gif by @speakless)

Hi! I play @one-coming-is-enough on the Tumblr for fun! :)

I am an overeducated, underemployed hippie in my upper 30s. Have yet to be executed for any of my rants. People usually blink slowly a few times and ask me if I'm watching the game instead. And they usually mean the Lions, around here. (Who are largely Christian by now. No tearing apart infidels at the ol' Silverdome.)

Although I joke fondly that my mother is an unstoppable cyborg who got programmed by Ms. Frizzle, she is not the Incorruptible Virgin. My Conception was not preceded by the Angel Gabriel, but by three fuzzy navels the night before Thanksgiving in 1985. (My father was involved, yes. Like many Jewish fathers, he occasionally likes to liken himself to God or one of his prophets. It's just a thing that happens when you're taught to think of Avram as your cranky great-grandfather who's the reason your Uncle Isaac doesn't talk at meals ever.)

I can't walk on water (dead man's float I do okay). I can't turn water into wine, and I've tried really hard. I can't multiply sandwiches just by thinking about it, but I only try it with pizza or tacos tbh. Sometimes brownies. Can't raise the dead or I would have way more cats than I do now. I would NEVER have a cat die on me. I would be Queen of Immortal Cats, Ruler of Ulthar.

I started playing Jesus because I have tried to understand Christianity from the outside for a long time. I have Christian relatives because my family likes to intermarry, although I wasn't raised in the faith (my Jewish Dad got into the Santa spirit perhaps more than my largely Catholic relatives, who reminded me that Saint Nicholas gave to the poor, confirmed for me that Santa was a really just a kids' story with a deeper meaning, and told me I was smart for having compared the sooty boot prints).

And there's always been these odd conceptual leaps in the Story of Jesus that didn't make sense to me, like someone had taken out some kind of central character or conceit that made the whole thing make sense and replaced it with this circular idea about its relationship to Judaism, which I understood as a very specific history of a very specific people in a very specific set of times and places rather than something that could be applied to the whole world easily. Sure, we had some pretty good values in there by the time I got around to being enrolled in a Reform Temple (partially so I could network with my fellow tiny Jews in the 90s, which I didn't do much of on my own because undiagnosed autism), but that had come over centuries of insight, debate, and social and philosophical change, not all from the Torah itself.

I'm starting to think that Jesus was originally supposed to be the concept of phonic language itself, personified as the Unkillable Son of Saturn the God of Time and Decay. But this is a really weird theory.

And of course I would think that. I'm a writer. A poet, and I don't like to bring that term out casually because it makes me sound fucking insufferable, but I write poetry and I'm good at it when I do. And something that's really important in poetry is the space between words. Speaking them slowly or quickly, with a pause or no pause, this is stuff slam poets are coached on. I picked up a lot from Ronnie Apter in her Modernist Poetry class, even though I never did real slam ("real" slam is ranked, slam style is just the style, I can do slam style but I think competitive poetry is... Not My Thing). But one of the most challenging gulfs between a "page poet" and a "performance poet" is the way they supposedly enjamb their words--a "page poet" is supposed to arrange things so it looks pretty, a slam poet is supposed to arrange things so the spaces represent things about tone and delivery.

I ran out of brain juice. I'm gonna have my coffee now. Thanks for asking! Please do not seek me out for crimes against the state yet.

#personal #good omens rp meta

[beardedmrbean]

Imma throw this at ya though it’s outta nowhere but simply cause me an my sis have been making jokes about it.

When they change twitter to X it’s gonna be awkward when folk tell people to follow them.

When they change twitter to X ya ain’t gonna call it following anymore it’ll be called stalking.

When twitter changes to X ya won’t be tweeting anymore you’ll be crying.

When twitter changes to X you won’t be verified anymore you’ll be dumped.

When twitter changes to X things are gonna get awkward for a few reddit boards.

When twitter changes to X r/LatinoTwitter is gonna become r/LatinoX.

Elon is only changing Twitters name cause there wasn’t any other way to say he owned his X.

Elon changed twitters name to X because his families emerald mine dried up an he’s hoping for buried treasure.

When twitter changes to X we on tumblr can’t joke about checkmarks anymore it’ll just be x’s.

When twitter changes to X it won’t be the bird site anymore it’ll be Scott Pilgrim’s hell.

Disclaimer: My brain somehow filtered out the first line of your ask, because ADHD and or Dyslexia be like that some times,

My issues have been coming at me particularly hard lately, I'm skipping whole words when I'm typing them out, not sure what to do about it other than triple my proofreading efforts.

so I was thinking this was some kind of slam poetry instead of jokes, in retrospect the Scott Pilgrim thing should have given me pause, so I went in with this trying to come up with a serious answer.

Which I'm leaving because I learned some stuff I didn't already know and will assume others might do the same. ______________________________

Asprin is (or was) a trademarked name owned by the Bayer company, Jet Ski, Rollerblade, Jacuzzi, Band-Aid, Xerox, Jello, and just a ton of others are brands that have transcended to the level where their name is just what we call things.

People will still call Twitter Twitter, hasn't changed the domain name yet just the logo, and I doubt anyone but the musk fan club will be calling it "X" even if he does.

As for the family mine, pretty sure he's got nothing to do with that, believe he disavowed that part of his family even before getting going on PayPal.

You know I've never actually looked all that up tho, so I just did.

His father was elected to the Pretoria City Council as a representative of the anti-apartheid Progressive Party and has said that his children shared their father's dislike of apartheid.

That's not something I've heard anyone ever say. Let's see some more about his dad, I've literally never bothered to look any of this up so it's all new information, confirming what I've seen people saying, or totally contradicting what I've seen people saying.

In November 2022, Snopes debunked rumours linking the mine to slavery and apartheid, and linked to an article published in The New Yorker that referenced Musk's part ownership of the mine.

I bet snopes was unhappy about having to debunk the bit about slavery and apartheid there.

Also explains why this is new information to me, since nobody seems to want to give the man a fair shake, he's a tool and a douchebag but it would appear many of the other bits of info are false. ____________

all that aside, folks are still gonna call it twitter, the name is ingrained in our minds, why he's decided to change it is perplexing, at least I haven't heard a reason he may have one I dunno. ___________________________

Going back over the whole thing after reading about them being jokes makes this double funny, and slightly embarrassing on my part, you did forget a few additional bits of info.

It's becoming X (ask how I can remember a mid 90's trip hop group but spell cow wrong)

It's also gonna give it to ya (why isn't there a official, unedited version of the video dammit)

RIP DMX, you went hard from start to finish

#heardbook

[boghermit]

Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

Do they enjoy poetry?

Do they have a hard time opening up to people?

What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?

For Anja, my Gangrel, since her name comes first.

Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

That's a hard answer. She dresses like a futch metalhead from the 90s grunge era. I think that's pretty stylish? She's not on the runway or anything, but I enjoy her aesthetic a lot.

Do they enjoy poetry?

If musical lyrics count as poetry. I could see her having fun at a poetry slam too.

Do they have a hard time opening up to people?

I'd say yeah. She pretends like she's relaxed and self-confident, when in fact she's not. She's a young fledgling vampire with a lot of baggage, coming out of the worst years of her life, leaving all her friends behind, and she doesn't know how to deal with any of it, so she bottles it up and withdraws.

What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?

She's used to being "class clown" of the group and deflects / copes with humor, in-jokes, and memes. That last one has mixed success with her boss / adoptive sire, who is a two hundred year old Ventrue.

Thank you for the asks!

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[solomontigcelot]

@cro_bears Dear Carencro High Being from New Iberia, and playing for @newiberiaseniorhigh , I’ve had a lot of athletic animosity for you over the years. It was nothing personal. Yesterday, I believe was my first time ever actually at & inside the school. It was the third and fourth performance with @lyricallyinclined337 Lyrically Inclined, “Poetic Expressions” presented by @acadianacenterforthearts. It was a great time! The students took appropriate beef to Alex Johnson being Acadiana High Alumni lol. They LOVED all we did. Reacted like a 90s sitcom the whole time! And, I heard a rumor directly from the assistant principal, but they’re starting a slam team next school year. So I shall see more them a whole lot more soon! If you want us at your high school, contact us!  #love #inspiration #knowledge #motivation #poetry #lafayette #poetrycommunity #quotes #writersofinstagram #poet #writer #instagram #poetsofinstagram #lovequotes #hiphop #quoteoftheday #art #thoughts #writing #follow #inspirationalquotes #quotestagram #instagood #poetrylovers #like #loveyourself #wordporn #poetryislife #poetryforthesoul #poetryisart (at Carencro High School) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClEzzLMOOo9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[concerthopperblog]

Double Trouble Live: Cradle of Filth & DevilDriver Live at The Ranch!

Although The Ranch is home to Fort Myers, FL, the first band to take the stage during Cradle of Filth and DevilDriver’s Double Trouble Live 2 Tour was not. Hailing from Costa Rica, Savage Existence plays amazing groove metal music. The Latin metal scene needed a spot filled with an up-and-coming band and they were quick to fill that void and easily. Being an opener, their set ended quickly, but their impression didn’t. The crowd became instant fans and I can say for certain, that I’m one for life!

Taking the stage with little to no time to rock out and continue the momentum, Black Satellite came out with guns blazing. Putting on a performance rarely seen, their dark and melodic sound was breathtaking. You could feel the emotion stemming from Larissa’s voice as she sang phenomenally. Layer in Kyle’s guitar and the rest of the band and you have a gnarly experience.

NYC natives, Black Satellite, is comprised of Larissa Vale and Kyle Hawken. They have created a unique sound of this groovy, dark, and melodic metal music, laced with some industrial in there. Their music instantly draws you in and captivates you.

It wasn’t quick for Ill Nino to hit the stage and assault your ears with metal music. With bongos slamming and beach balls flying, one of which struck me in the head, the atmosphere quickly shifted from dark and groovy to a head banging fury! Being a big Latin metal fan, I knew I was in for a treat as the New Jersey natives continued to hammer my ears with music and nearly breaking my neck from head banging. Just when I thought I had a chance to rest and let my neck heal, the next act was ready.

Lights dim, a skull appeared on the screens, and the guitar started to wail. Moments later, DevilDriver took the stage, took no prisoners, and wipe the floor clean, leaving a trail of destruction and casualties. Hard hitting music swarmed the pit and an old school heavy metal fan, equipped with a cane, became a quick causality. Quickly patched up, he hit the pit again as DevilDriver put on a show that was unforgettable. I knew of DevilDriver and knew of their hit cover of “Sail,” but I wasn’t prepared for being hit so hard by metal music, that I nearly became a casualty too. I should have known better knowing that DevilDriver is fronted by Dez Farara, but I was not prepared for the feeling that overcame me as their set ended. They left me wanting more as they prepped the audience for Cradle of Filth.

DevilDriver is a heavy metal  band from California formed in 2002. Fronted by Dez Farara of Coal Chamber, DevilDriver continues to play hard and heavy metal with notes of groove metal and death metal sprinkled throughout.

Lights dim once again, but this time Ashok or should I say Pinhead from Cradle of Filth (CoF) emerges with the lament configuration in his hand. Showing it to the crowd and quickly stashing it behind him, he begins to shred on the stage. A hooded figure stumbles their way out to the stage, staggering left, then right, before unveiling themselves to be Dani Filth. Making his way to the microphone stand equipped with skeletons and skulls, Dani wasted no time in summoning the dark spirits within our souls, or lack thereof, to encapsulate us with CoF’s extreme metal! The entire band played fast, hard, and never slowed for a second. Dani’s makeup was phenomenal and being a longtime fan, I knew the show would be nothing short of amazing, with some weirdness laced in there. If you can see any of these bands, I highly recommend it, because otherwise it wouldn’t be Dani’s makeup you see in your nightmares, it would be showing up to a venue and not being able to see them play.

Cradle of Filth is an extreme metal band from Suffolk that formed in the early 90s. With decades of music under their belts, their style underwent some changes from black metal to the extreme metal sound they now possess. With lyrics written like poetry, it’s no wonder that they have been around for so long and still thriving.

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[shadow-yandow]

New prose poetry collection... Check it out!

Originally from Bristol, Connecticut, I followed my heart to Lubbock, Texas, in 2002. Wound up in Austin, TX, three divorces later. In my late teens to early twenties, I was into making photocopied chapbooks of my poetry that I sold at a handful of local shops. I was in the Air Force then, stateside, Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Once I got to the University of Connecticut in the ‘90s, I frequented coffee houses, open mics, and poetry slams. Scribbled in my journals every day filling up 66 120-page blank books over a little more than a decade, … until 2003. For some reason, being a husband and struggling to support a readymade family sucked the poetry bug right out of me. It came back in 2017, just after the first divorce. This time, instead of physical journals, I posted my thoughts online in a blog. Haven’t attempted publishing my work in book form since I penned a novel in college over twenty years ago. It’s time.

Softcover, hardcover, and Kindle eBook of my prose poetry collection, Flytrap & Honeydew, is now live on Amazon. Check it out if you like. (And maybe share this post for me to get the word out.)

This is a collection of stream of consciousness prose poetry. All pieces are written in response to living everyday life. Topics ranging from dealing with depression and anxiety to relationships and divorce to general musing about why this reality is what it is. It's real, it's heartfelt, and it's relatable. If you've ever been in a dark place, maybe this will help you know that you're not alone.

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