I'm Monique from wearethesymphonysoldeirs, and the scrapbook for Alex DeLeon will be online @ http://letterstosinger.tumblr.com so it'll be easier for ya'll to take part. Please, please, please submit something! (:
i am not immortal. there are only so many breaks my bones can face and so many beats my heart can brace, before i return to right where i started. i am no architect. there are only so many bricks i can strategically place against and on top of each other’s base, before the roof collapses and all of my work comes crashing down upon me. i am no teacher. there are only so many words that i can give and so many minds that i can stitch before people realize that they will outlive and outreach their impact and state of being. i am not a bird. i can only jump so high, and i can only hope to fly before gravity’s current reels me back into earth like the sea and sends me to where deep down always knew i belonged. i am not a legend. i am a boy who is always sipping on someone else’s wine in the middle of his own life’s vines who is sinking into mediocrity faster than the amount of time it would take to save his own legacy. but i am me. and you are you. and though i am not much at all, in my skin i can fall, when you whisper into my ear that you need me too.
“i can only jump so high, and i can only hope to fly before gravity’s current reels me back into earth like the sea and sends me to where deep down always knew i belonged.”
I am pro-life but I disagree with the way the republicans handle situations, especially when it’s under the guise of “morality”.
I challenge all pro-lifers that are against planned parenthood. Instead of wasting your time protesting and being objective, come up with a plan to help all the women and families that have to rely on these services, before you choose to have a law passed that will strip them of their right to use these valuble resources.
Planned parenthood helps out far beyond just offering the option of abortion (i.e. Breast exams, cervical cancer screenings and STD tests.).
“Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!”—Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (via madman-with-a-laptop)
My heart and thoughts are with those in Libya, Egypt, Australia, Mexico, Brazil, and anywhere else human beings are being hurt and opressed.
Stay strong. We believe in you.
I wish there was more I could do. As a teenage girl with limited funds and no opportunity for travel to affected areas I feel useless. I also feel incredibly lucky that I am in a safe place with a roof over my head.
Remember that even if your little world is turned upside down, at least your country isn’t.
“There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea’s asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice, and somewhere else the tea is getting cold.”—The Doctor (via madman-with-a-laptop)
So I’ve spent the past couple of days pondering about Lady Gaga’s self-proclaimed “gay anthem.” The words “chola” and “Orient” are among the harshest criticisms. Regardless of the quality of the song itself, I will say that “Born This Way” does reflect the LGBT community at large in that it shows disregard and ignorance for people of color in the spectrum.
You might be saying right now, “Orient and chola? What’s the big deal about those words?” Well, let’s have a history and etymology lesson, shall we? Ahem:
“Oriental” is a word referring to anything “Eastern.” Note that I said “anyTHING.” Calling someone oriental is dehumanizing because you are basically saying that they are akin to oriental rugs and other “Eastern” merchandise. Oriental should refer to objects, not people. Not only that, Orient is also an antiquated insult because of its connotations with white imperialism and oppressive European rule over many Asian countries. To call someone Oriental is to recall years of white colonialism and commodification of Asian culture.
“Chola” and “cholo” originated in describing people of Hispanic and Native American descent. After a couple hundred years, some white Americans used cholo interchangeably with people of Hispanic descent as a derogatory term. But more recently, “cholo” and “chola” is often used to refer to Latino people in gangs and drug culture, who wear certain types of gang attire and prescribe to certain types of gang behavior. So, when Gaga says “chola descent,” that is basically what she is unknowingly referring to. Not a very appropriate way to give a shout-out to Latino people, is it?
You’re probably saying now, “Shut up, Lady Gaga isn’t racist!” First of all, that’s very rude, and second of all, of course not. No one is saying that Lady Gaga is racist, but rather that her choice of lyrics reflects a level of indifference to the history of the oppression of people of color and ignorance of her own white privilege. Plus, if she didn’t know the historical and cultural significance of either word, it only shows how people, particularly white people, are not educated on racial oppression and history. And now millions of people will be singing those words left and right without realizing the history behind them.
Perhaps you’re saying now, “She’s trying to be empowering! She wants to reclaim those words!” But the fact of the matter is that Lady Gaga has no right to be reclaiming oriental or chola. Why, do you ask? Simply put: She is white. By that, I mean that as a white person, Gaga may not have been one of the persons who invented those terms or ever used them in a derogatory way and perhaps her family wasn’t even in this country when those racial epithets were being happily tosses around, but she still benefits from the white people who did create them and use them. She cannot say that she is reclaiming and redefining those words and say that they are not offensive because those words were not meant for her, they were meant to benefit white people like her. A white person can’t be spouting out racial slurs and say that she is being empowering because she feels like it. It’s basically saying to people of color “I am empowering you whether you like it or not,” and we all know what happens when white people do not take people of color’s feelings about their own oppression into consideration.
And now you’re probably saying, “Well, I have Asian/Latino friends who don’t find Oriental/chola offensive.” or maybe even “I am Asian/Latino and I don’t find Oriental/chola offensive.” Of course; I have friends like that too. But I also have friends and family members who only hear the history of oppression that has affected their families and themselves when they hear those words, and that cannot be ignored. For every “That’s not offensive,” there’s a response of “Of course it is offensive.”
Again, this is not to suggest that Lady Gaga is racist, or a call to ban Lady Gaga, but it is a call to understand the ways in which racism pervades normal American life so much, that even our most mainstream and popular of artists are susceptible to promulgating it. Lady Gaga has worked hard to present herself as an empowering figure. She has a lot of influence and power, and has shown it by gathering support and spreading knowledge, particularity for her young fans for the benefit of queer folks. However, if she wants to fight on the side of the oppressed and marginalized, then she should recognize her privilege as a white person and fight actively against racism along with heterosexism and homophobia. Just because someone is a staunch advocate for one marginalized group does not mean that they have proven themselves to be an advocate for other groups and get a free pass for ignorance. To be a strong voice for the queer community but show indifference to the marginalization of people of color, particularly within that community itself, defeats the purpose of being an advocate for anybody.
This is really, really interesting and as a word nerd I agree.
Lights Resolve are a fantastic new and young band who are slowly making a name for themselves in the Northeast. The band is releasing a brand new record called Feel You’re Different that was produced by Mike Sapone (Brand New, Straylight Run) and mastered by Emily Lazar/Joe LaPorta (Foo…
It’s a beautiful night and we’re looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you. Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.
The verses weren’t impressive. The guy (can’t remember the singer’s name) was too stiff and Lea Michele did well. I liked them singing together in the second verse.
The chorus sounded fine. I love songs sung with multiple voices. I thought the addition of extra notes after the words were over was pointless and annoying.
The bridge was gorgeous. I was really impressed. It sounded absolutely beautiful. I got chills.
The last chorus/ending sounded fine. I approve of the choice to have Lea Michele sing the last lines by herself but I was annoyed that they changed “girl you’ve got to be what tomorrow needs” to “boy you’ve got to be what tomorrow needs,” It’s a pointless change. The song isn’t a romantic song where they didn’t want Lea Michele singing to another girl. In the original song the line is directed at Gerard Way’s daughter (in my opinion) or to no one in particular.
So overall, it’s good. I just wish they hadn’t changed that lyric and they had gotten a different male vocalist. I think Darren Criss could’ve done better.
10:15am You’re a storm. But you’re mine. I adore you for that.
10:16am I’m sorry but thank you
10:16am You don’t have to be sorry! It’s a compliment I wouldn’t want you to be anything else.
10:18am if I’m a storm, what does that make you? One of the crazy guys who chase storms with large metal antenna around lightning?
10:19am hahahI suppose that’s for you to decide
I’ve been thinking about this all morning. I am a hurricane, we both know that. So what are you? What is strong enough to stand against a storm? What will always welcome it back, even when all it is is destructive?
Who are you? You are heat. You are strength in every sense of the word. You are the way the summer dries off the grass. You are the way the sun always warms the earth after the ice queen drips tears all over. You are the sun that the girls lie in for the perfect skin. You are what I tilt my head toward like a flower. You make me grow, reaching my hands out for you.
You are heat, sometimes almost too hot. You burn my skin and I stay out in you for hours regardless. The trail of your fingers over my skin leaves me sunkissed and pink, and it’s worth the burns afterwards. You are sun seeping through my skin. You are summer’s air, staying light past evening and staying dark only for a heartbeat every night. You are passion and bliss.
You are what heals the earth after the rain. You connect with the storms in a way that causes life instead of death, like creating poetry instead of ripped pages. You chase the clouds out of my sky and create a world worth living in; a world that can survive the downpour.
She’s buried out by a soccer field, perfectly preserved as it looked when she first visited. The grass is yellow from lack of rain.
Children run over her grave as they chase the ball. I doubt she’d mind. She was a very accommodating sort.
I miss her a lot. I enjoyed being her. She was so full of life and sunlight, as most kids are. She was so loved, so content, and so cute.
Then she got older and things changed. She got scared. She got hurt. She grew up. She took a lot of shit to heart and she made herself throw some good things away. She got weak and she didn’t even try to save herself.
By the time she wised up something had killed her. No one knows who, what, when, where, or how.
It was sad. She is missed. And that’s the kicker! She was still so loved. She was loved and she just couldn’t feel it the right way.
Now I’m here in a different body-an adult body. I am still using her name.
I am still loved and I am still scared. I’m buried at a local park; or at least she is.
I’m right here and I miss the girl I used to inhabit. I’ve been trying to find her.
Working on a Valentine's Day poem for DPS and listening to Good Charlotte
Life is good.
The first thing I wrote down when I tried to write a love poem was "they’ll all complain about the lovers’ day while I smirk and look at the ring on my finger."
It’s pretty much autobiographical. I’m not engaged but I do happen to have a ring that matches my boyfriend’s. I listen to people complain about being alone on Valentine’s Day, about how it’s just a stupid moneymaking scheme, and how people should show that they love each other every day, not just a certain day.
We only celebrate our lives on our birthdays. That’s a huge moneymaking scheme for toy and card companies. Yet no one ever complains about a birthday party or a birthday date.
It also hurts simply because people give you dirty looks if they aren’t in love and you are. They complain about the holiday that’s as special a day as an anniversary to you. I am in love and I’m happy. I’m excited about Valentine’s Day.
I guarantee you that one day you’ll have someone to give chocolate to on February 14th and love with all your heart for the rest of the year.
"I'll accept with poise, with grace when they draw my name from the lottery..."
Jimmy Eat World was amazing.
It was freezing but so, so worth the wait outside.
My boy and I go on the best dates.
J.E.W. was amazing. (Did I mention that?)
I love the song Bleed American SO MUCH and they opened with that song and ended with The Middle and Sweetness which are two of my favourites. And they played Big Casino in between and I could die happy.
I don’t know how to do the read more option on my phone, so bear with me.
So, I moved the middle of nowhere. There is nothing here. I have no friends. I hate being the new kid. People are “nice” to you at first then they just forget about you. I just wish I could speed up time, I can’t take this…
You want to come down next weekend? Come down for the Lights Resolve show and stay the night with me or something. I really want to be there for you in a physical sense.