Showing posts with label form over function. Show all posts
Showing posts with label form over function. Show all posts

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Label Whores...

"If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies of me and eaten alive."-Audre Lorde

"Nobody built like me, I designed myself." -Jay-Z

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Lesbian, Dyke, Homo, Bull-Dagger( thats my moms favorite). That's what I am to the straight world. Then there's Femme, Femme-Aggressive, Dominate Femme, Stem, Stud, and Soft Stud categories that I fall into on any given day depending on who i'm with or how i'm dressed. Im sure there's a  host of other labels that Im forgetting about here. And dont even get me started on the boys. That list could go on forever
For me, its not really that big of a ldeal to fit into a category, but for the world, if you cant be defined you can't be controlled and that's a problem. As a group of non-conformists, one would think that the LGBT community would recognize this and shy away form labeling ourselves. However, we have fallen right in step with the world.
Since the day I posted that I was single I have been getting these emails from people stating that they were a ____ year old, femme/stud/stud AG/stem/whatever, wondering if they might be my type and if we could connect. Firts of all, if you're "lurking" on my blog, I cant fool with you. This is a business. Period. Secondly, as I read these emails and noticed the patterns of how people were describing themselves, I thought how intersing it was that everyone felt the need to hang a tag over their head. Straight people don't introduce themselves that way. Have you ever had, or even heard of a dude stepping ot a female with this: 

"Hi im so-and-so, im a 29 year old medium build dude, brown skinned, and I wear locks in my hair to give the appearance that I'm taller and more enlightened than I really am."


Sidenote: If you really want to impress a mofo, introduce yourself by giving your full government name followed immediately by the number of children/baby mommas you have, tell what your 401K is looking like these days and give your FICO score.

OK. 
For the sake of this post I'll drop myself in a box and wrap it up in a cute little bow for ya'll. I am GROWN. I like strong women (well one strong women in particular, but we've been over THAT enough already). I got a MEAN shoe game and a SICK purse fetish (wut up GOTTI). I may have on Creative Rec's in the daytime and Botega's at night. I have lots of tattoos and will be getting more soon. Oh yeah, and im a great big Lezzie. Does that help? No? Awwww, too bad then



Chances are, if you follow or lurk on my blog you're either Gay, Gay friendly, a member of my family, one of my "sisters", or a member of my "army." Its just that simple. I think its a pretty safe assumption that if you're emailing me on some "can we connect ish", then you're just gay. No need for the meaningless descriptions that just confuse me more. One more time, just so we can be clear from here on out: I LIKE WOMEN (insert disclaimer...again). I don't necessarily care how you dress or how you get down in bed or any of that. I do care that you are comfortable enough in who you are to know that those silly little titles don't really mean anything. Some of you excluded yourself from the pool of applicants without even knowing it.

Ok thats all...


*Le Twinkle*

Sunday, July 26, 2009

In a serious funk...


I have really been neglecting my blog lately. I have been having some serious difficulties focusing on what I want to write. Not because I haven't had a crap load of possible material land in my lap. Stupid gay sh*t seems to seek me out. Every day I am faced with something blog-worthy. Its just that, because of all the stuff going on around me, I am just totally confuzzeled. I have entirely too many irons on the fire. It's my own fault for just sitting back and expecting everything to work itself out. So now, I have to scramble and pull it all together, quickly. Unfortunately for my creative mind, I have a serious problem with procrastination. An artistic person with procrastination issues is a disaster and a half. All of that is about to change. I know, more than ever before, what I really want out of my life. There are some things that I have been doing for the last couple of years that have been contradictory to my future plans and goals. Enough. It probably seems like I am just rambling on, but there is a method to the madness. So the bottom line is this: I gotta make some major changes and I have to stop waiting on "the right time". The time may never be perfect, and waiting is only going to make it harder. Unfortunately, my little epiphany has taken my blog as a hostage. For the next week or so (2 weeks tops) I will probably NOT be posting anything new on sistahstar.com Seeing that there aren't that many dedicated readers, I don't think that will be a huge problem. Just say an extra prayer for ya girl and stay tuned. The best is yet to come, I promise...

Nik

Sunday, July 5, 2009

I really needed this.

After sitting through yet another display of black women's ass being portrayed as the only meaningful part of their body ( i'm watching MTV Jams) in Drake's new video, I thought I had better feed my soul with something worthwhile. Quickly. For those of you not up on her, this is Hanifah Walidah. She...is... the Truth. She is not a conventional beauty or a conventional artist, but she is hot to death. Celibrate something different, and better. Listen to the lyrics, don't just check out the track. Definately GOole-worthy. Enjoy...

Nik

Friday, May 29, 2009

So over it...

It is so very apparent that I am not a Mac. I have always been a PC chick and I need to just stick with it. I'm done trying. Dell, I'm coming home!!!!!

Maybe then I can get some of my content going. So very annoyed right now.

*SISTAHSTAR*

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